Peach Blossom Debt Novels & Stories

He was someone she should have recognized, but for some reason, she couldn’t place him. As the conversation between Matteo and the man grew more heated, Isabella couldn’t help but listen in. Their voices were low, but she could still catch fragments of their words. “We can’t keep this up much longer, Matteo,” the man said, his voice edged with concern. “The debt is piling up. The longer we wait, the more dangerous it becomes.” Matteo’s response was clipped. “I’ll handle it,” he said, his tone brokering no argument. “You know what I’m capable of.”

"Why the hell would I pay four million on a five million loan?" "Because you're also paying the interest for every day you're late in paying back," I replied coldly. "The ball is in your court, Kaiser. Once I leave, there will be no deal and no loan." A crony standing behind him sneered, "You've got to be joking." My gaze snapped to him, a cold death stare that made him visibly gulp. The next second, he was choking and gasping for breath as Viktor's hands wrapped around his neck, moving so fast I barely saw him cross the room.

Alexander looked up from his computer and his expression shifted when he saw me. "Lily. I thought we were meeting at noon to coordinate the board presentation." "We need to talk now. Privately." I closed the door behind me and locked it. "I found something about the debt that changes everything." He gestured to the chair across from his desk, and I sat down, pulling out my laptop. "Victor Walter owns the debt. All of it." I showed him Diana's report. "The lenders are shell companies that trace back to Walter Development. He's been planning this for years."

One day, one bloody day I was going to make her cry tears of anything but pain. “And Kaizen? What did you do with him” “He paid his debt.” They did say, some things are better off untouched. I say she was better off not knowing where her asshole of a brother was!

She slapped Enzo across the face, then turned to glare at me, her expression vicious. Snatching a stack of documents from one of the lawyers, she flung them straight at me. "You want to call off the engagement? You wish, you shameless jinx!" At that, Camellia sneered. "Your mother owed my family 80 million. This is the debt contract. If you dare walk away today, I'll have the court seize the copyright of that picture book you just finished to repay it. Not so tough now, are you?" "Mrs. Beck, fabricating debt is a criminal offense."

As everyone crowded around, I cracked a smile and started flipping through the ledger myself. We had barely gotten through this month's entries when everyone froze. "How is it that this month's paycheck just came in and it's already gone?" Zara zeroed in on a line item, demanding answers. "The money just hit the account, and it's already used up. Who else could've been using Josh's money but you?" I whipped out my phone and pulled up PayPal. "Mom, you've got it all wrong. This is obviously a PayPal transaction. I only link my own card to PayPal. I have never linked to Josh's. So how could it have been me?"

Everything I’d promised Luna I’d keep alive. “Marco?” Rosa’s voice was low, worried. “Son, talk to me.” I folded the letter tightly, my fingers whitening on the edges of the paper. I swallowed hard, but the lump in my throat wouldn’t budge. “It’s Dad’s debt,” I said, my voice sounding rough, like I’d swallowed dust. “The bank won’t wait any longer. We have until the end of winter.” Rosa’s face lost its color. She knew about the debt. She knew about the loans my father took to keep the ranch running through the bad years, the medical treatments that didn’t work. But she didn’t know the deadline.

It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan. I looked away from their intimacy and turned to leave. Barbara stopped me. "Ms. Rossitto, Michele says he'll formally propose to me next month. I'd like to invite you." Just as I was about to refuse, a debt collector swaggered over. "What are you still standing around for? Get to work. That loan from five years ago has been snowballing with interest. The number is insane now. If you can't pay next time, it won't be just one 'part' we take."

"Five years with my boyfriend. I worked four jobs to help repay his debt, but his family's debt keeps growing instead of shrinking. Today we were supposed to go home together for New Year's. He said something happened at the construction site and left again. I don't know when the debt will ever be paid off. Living on toast and pickles every day is really hard." When the train began to move, I hit "Post." I poured every cent I had taken from Anya's livestream into promoting the video. "Benjamin, every lie is a debt. From today on, you can repay it inch by painful inch. I won't stay to watch," I muttered.

After I said that, I stepped on the gas and went to the bridal shop. Ten minutes later, the car stopped. When I was about to open the door, the shopkeeper stopped me politely. “Ms. Anderson, I’m sorry. Our shop is closed for a private event today. Please come another day.” I was stunned. A private event? The next second, I saw a familiar figure. In the bridal shop, Brandon was holding Poppy Taylor’s foot as he carefully planted a kiss on it. “Poppy, I won’t marry her. I only love you, do you know that?”