Peach Blossom Debt Novels & Stories

But when did it start? "How much does Mama owe?! How much and I will pay!" She shouted at her step father. Alfred looked at his wife. She seemed surprised and doubted whether to tell the value here. They wouldn't have gotten into debt if she hadn't invested in a business that was just another scam. Now he is being pursued by the loan company because of his name. "D-Daphne, don't be a child--" "Half a million," Alfred replied. Daphne gasped at the size of her Mama's debt. She looked at her mother before facing Alfred again. "Your Mama spent half a million for the business she planned, what your Mama doesn't know is that they are fvcking scams!"

At the end of the day, I'm just a waitress working in a nightclub trying to pay off my dead father's debts. Mr Ackerman gave the money to that guy and said, "You got your money. Now don't come looking for her anymore." "This is just interest money for this month. If she doesn't pay next month, we'll come for her again." "Then how much did she owe?" "Fifteen million dollars." Having said that, the guys started to leave, one of them whispered in my ear, "Let's see if prince charming will come to rescue next time. Goodluck." And left with the others after smiling at me.

VOMERO, NAPOLI Delilah couldn't wait any longer. She had borrowed 30 thousand euros at 30 percent interest with a florist guarantee that does not belong to her. She took a huge risk to pay off her father and brother's debt. The ruler of Naples even threatened her now. If she did not pay, he would kill her. But now that she had the money and wanted to negotiate, the man didn't show up. Delilah feels that her life made fun of her. She even waited all night to fall asleep in front of the television to no avail and still had debts.

All they had to do was pay up their debt and by doing so, they made my job less annoying with their bloody pleas. Frank owed the family a debt, one so heavy I could feel the weight on his shoulders. But he had no family to pull down with him—lucky for them, bad for him. Frank was a filth and I wanted nothing more than to end his miserable life. His pleas made my ears fucking bleed. It's always the same with men like them. They took loans bigger than their balls and gambled it all down till there's nothing but their shriveling flesh left to offer, when the time came to pay up.

I held my forehead gently with my palm, my head panging with an ache. I reached for my phone to check the time, only for a message to pop up from an unknown number. My heart sank in grieve as I read the text. “Our breakup doesn’t cancel your debt. You owe me, and you must pay me back. If you don’t, I will spill.” From Tyler. The remembrance of the debt I had acquired over the years came haunting me again. Every event, from my father’s death up until where I am now, was enough reason to forget.

Rachel said firmly. He nervously pressed the green button, not long after. "Yes, Mr. Peyton?" "My accountant said there was some money coming in from the account of a man named Nicholas Anthony with a payment statement from you. Is that true?" Rachel's father turned to look at Nicholas with a flabbergasted look, then he nodded his head, "Yeah that's right," he answered stiffly from being too surprised. "Why are you paying your debt? Didn't we agree to forget it and get our kids married? I wouldn't do that to my in-laws, especially if my daughter-in-law was as pretty as Rachel! I'll give the money back!" babbled Mr. Peyton cheerfully.

“Dad... borrowed a million dollars from you?” I don't know which part of this I find funnier. The fact that anyone would lend a million dollars to my dad, or that at one point, he had a million dollars and Raine doesn’t have a college fund, our mortgage payment is long overdue and he died robbing a store. “One point two, plus interest.” He corrects. “Not from me.” He says. “I’m a mere debt collector.” “Like in the Bible?” I ask, unable to help myself.

I moved through the information slowly, like every thought could be a trap. At first, the debt seemed simple. Numbers usually are. There were lists of money sent and received. There were dates that lined up with the months after my mother died. The story I always believed was that Gideon borrowed money from Black Tide to keep us alive, to help us hide, and to buy us time. But as I looked closer, I realized the numbers were just a cover. The real debt wasn't about money. It was about silence. It was about what Gideon promised never to say, never to show, and never to remember out loud.

he pressured “It's the least you can do. If you want me to forgive you and let life go back to the way it used to be, you'll get it done now” “It's going to take a lot of money Scarlett” “Get a loan, the bank can give you one right now because you're a billionaire, you'll pay it back before they know it” I suggested “ No it doesn't work that way, I hate debts and I won't borrow. It's going to take nothing more than 3 million dollars to set everything up”

It’s a lot to take in. “I have one billion naira in debt,” I say, laying the ugliest truth between us. “My family’s name is mud. People like Liam and Malice will use this against you. Against us. It’s a scandal waiting to happen.” “Let them try,” he says, and the simple confidence in those three words is more powerful than any shout. “The debt will be handled. Consider it an advance on your salary. A very long-term advance.” “That’s not a salary, that’s a fortune,” I argue weakly.