Payment To Darius Wolfe Novels & Stories

Dillon shook his head and sighed heavily. “You’ve had more than two years to pay back the debt your family owes, but instead you chose to run and hide, and now we’ve found you. There are no more negotiations Ms. Young. You ensured that when you ran away, and now what’s going to happen is either you pay off what you owe Mr. Wolfe right here, or you’re coming with us.” He said and then a sinister smile appeared on his lips as his voice lowered, “I’m sure a pretty girl like you, there must be some other way you can pay off your debt.”

For whatever reason, this superpower didn't work on Drake. "You have my cash?" she heard him ask, turning to find herself in his shadow. Dailey looked up with pleading, apologetic eyes. "I'm really sorry but I don't have it. Is it okay if I pay you back in instalments?" The look he gave her sent a chill down her spine. So cold and angry. Then his face softened slightly, and he sighed. "Let me get this straight. You promise to pay me two hundred, so I'll do the job, then you tell me you don't have it and what? You expect me to be okay with this?"

“I wanted to talk about the payment plan—” “Not necessary,” he interrupted gently. “Your balance has been cleared.” I froze. “I—I’m sorry, what?” “Your full tuition. Paid. Three years in advance.” He turned his screen toward me. “Cleared on Friday night. Anonymous sponsor. The reference used was… ‘Elias.’” My heart stopped. Elias. That smug Beta wolf had the audacity— I yanked my phone out of my bag and dialed the only number I knew would answer.

Darius gaze flicks to me. I hold it steadily. Say it. "A woman," he says finally. "Name's Mara Wyatt." The line goes quiet. Then: "You always did like difficult jobs." "Can you do it or not?" "I can do anything. For the right price." "Name it." A number. High. Very high. Darius doesn't even hesitate. "Done." The channel closes. Darius exhales with shoulders loosening just a fraction as if the act of summoning violence steadied him.

I smiled sensing his powerful wolf with his handshake. “Don't your people need funds?” “No, this is just your late father's inherited money. I have my own substantial fortune” he said firmly and I was gobsmacked. “Thank you for this, I will use it wisely,” I answered him since Darius was still on his call. “I believe that you have a wedding to prepare for, Miss,” the king asserted and stood. “Cartwright, I'm ready to go home,” he announced firmly. Darius raised his finger to the man as he ended the call he was on.

"The foundation bears both names. Wolfe and Hart. The world needs to understand that the protection they are receiving comes directly from the joint throne." Ten minutes after Marcus exited the room, the private connecting door to her office slid open. Adrian walked in, rolled up in his shirtsleeves, his silk tie loosened slightly at his collar. He didn't say a word as he walked across the room, his eyes locked on her with a heavy, intense gravity. He reached her desk, leaning his massive hips against the edge, looking down at the digital schematics of her new foundation. "My CFO just called me, sounding like he was having a stroke," Adrian rumbled, his voice low and incredibly intimate. "He

We got into the car and Jonah sat beside Wesley talking about business and I sat beside Summer who is busy looking out the window. "Darren." I turned to Wesley and he was already looking at me. "What?" "I already transfered you the amount of money that Summer owed, you should stop being mean to her." Wesley said and I turned to Summer. "She already paid me." "You did?" Wesley turned to his sister. "Yes, I did." "Well, give the money back to her." Wesley said and I nodded. "Wesley, but I-" "No buts, I don't want to hear it. Give her back the money, Darren, it's hers." Wesley made sure again and I gave him a nod.

“Yep. Let me just run upstairs and grab my money.” “Oh, I almost forgot. Wolf kicked in another hundred and fifty bucks,” Zoe told her. “Scars has it for you.” “He – what?” Iris said. “Why?” “Because you worked a twelve-hour day today, and he’s paid you for it. It’s not riches, but it’s cash-in-hand and tax-free. Shhhh, don’t tell our accountant. Wolf will sort it out with her when she’s back at work.” “I’ll have to thank him,” she said, flustered. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

Her words, her slap her hateful bluish eyes continued flooding his mind with resentment and all he wants was to drag that girl out of whichever hole she was residing and kill her with his bare hands for her audacity. All of a sudden his phone on the table chimed which result into him clenching his jaw and therew a brutal punch at the bag sending it down on the ground. Untying the black wraps from his hand he approaches the table and press the cell phone against his ear. “What update?” “Boss… we have a situation.” Diego spoke. “What is it?” Alvish asks and stops untying the wraps and hold the phone with his hand. “One of our oldest client failed to repay one hundred million. It was our money.

The second picture was of Andrius and the Southern Warzone Master, Dax Wimbleton, joking with each other. Was there a need to wonder what kind of status he had to be able to chat so merrily with Dax? No! In any case, Joel would just try to curry favor. Besides, he had vaguely heard the words ‘Wolf King’ at that time. The Wolf King! The Wolf King actually came to his auction to buy something. What an honor! ... At the auction site. “350 million!” “500 million.” Andrius could not be bothered anymore and added more than a hundred million at once, completely crushing Stephen.