Toxic Charity の小説・ストーリー

“That is one of the reasons. Have you seen a woman who ended up falling in love with her rapist? Another reason is Charity.” Charity paused for a moment and frowned before saying, “Plus, I feel disgusted by the things I hate. I probably won’t get married or get a boyfriend for the rest of my life.” Stunned, Chester’s nice, thin lips parted a little. He was really astounded by her remark. “Could it be that what I did to you… has traumatized you?” “It’s fifty-fifty. Anyway, it puts me off.” Charity said indifferently, “Haven’t you experienced it too? If I don’t take the drug, I’ll be in excruciating pain. You’re right in saying that I’m a rock.”

The storm outside raged again. Then…..she found it. “Damon,” she whispered. “Look at this”. He leaned over. A charity transfer. Harmless on the surface until you followed the paper trail. The charity was one of Alexander Blackwell’s. But the shares it transferred now sat in a shell corporation controlling “thirty-one percent” of Thorne’s remaining assets. “He’s using his charity to fund a corporate coup,” Juliette said. Damon’s jaw set. “Tax fraud. Securities violation. International laundering”.

“There’s a contingency you never saw coming. One even Tessa didn’t know about. Because I never trusted her completely either.” He laughed, soft, chilling. “The money isn’t just frozen. It’s poisoned. Every offshore account. Every shell company. Every share. If Ophelia Logan Sinclair ever takes the chair… If she ever tries to rebuild ethically… The funds will auto transfer to a series of dark web wallets. Charities that don’t exist. Causes that destroy. Human trafficking networks. Arms dealers. Extremist groups.

He dropped his head into his hands with a low groan of frustration. A warmth appeared at his back. Sabatine, wordless, having sensed the shift in the bed. He rested his chin on Anton’s shoulder, his arms coming around his waist. He didn’t offer a solution. He didn’t ask what was wrong. He simply looked at the pad for a long, quiet minute, his breath a soft rhythm against Anton’s neck. “Clause 7b,” Sabatine murmured, his voice rough with sleep. “It’s a poison pill from the ’88 Charities Act. Rico’s contact at the UN said they circumvent it by classifying under ‘crisis response’ not ‘ongoing aid.’ Here.”

Each minute represented potential revenue lost, opportunities missed. Without slowing my pace, I spoke. “Chavez. What’s next?” She responded instantly, without looking up from her tablet. “Charity visitation, sir. NYC Health Hospital in the East Harlem Branch. Pediatric and adult oncology wing. You’re scheduled to arrive at noon. Press is limited to the courtyard. Photo ops only.” My jaw flexed once. The word ‘charity’ left a bitter taste in my mouth. Charity. Necessary, not noble. A calculated maneuver in the grand scheme of wealth preservation. It softened the edges of the empire, placated the detractors, and provided a tax write-off.

“That’s not important for now Miss Young. What we need from you is to explain.” I shortly glance at Martini who’s just staring at Kyle. His face looks blank. I know he’s mad. And I couldn’t ask for his help because I hide it from him as well. So I don’t have any choice right now but to defend myself. I heaved a deep breath and gather my composure before I speaks. “That charity is intended for children who lost their parents due to some accidents, those who were abandoned and abused.” I started. “And since when that became our business, Miss Young?” One of the investors interrupted this time.

The biggest advantage of charity work was having a cover. Under the guise of charity, they could raise significant funds from the public, and the charity foundation would become the Harpers' hidden treasure trove. Taking this money and engaging in high-interest lending generated a considerable income that flirted with the legal line. Zuko clenched his fists and said softly, "Actually, there's also an area designated for a welfare institution in the land planning of the Thompson Group's film studio. I came here today to seek your advice on how to manage such things."

She thinks of how disappointed Williams would be in her for screwing up such a prestigious offer, but at the same time, Ariana knows, as he fights back the tears prickling her eyes, that her husband would never encourage letting people trample over her. Sucking in a breath she wasn’t sure she was capable of taking, Ariana scrutinizes every stare sent in her direction. “Funny how your esteemed generosity is only limited towards lavish fundraisers and the people who can afford it. If your charity doesn’t reach out to ones with lesser backgrounds, then what’s the goddamn point? There’s only so much you can fake with your philanthropy aside from looking like angels and earning the tax credit.” “

Kara countered. “It’s charity, dear. And the upper class loves it.” Kate enthused. Kara rolled her eyes. “You use charity as a guise to sanitize your prostitution activities.” She lashed out, not bothering to conceal the scorn from her tone. This was the height of hypocrisy. Kate reacted quickly and slapped her. “Do not think so high and mighty of yourself. In life, we all have to trade in something to gain something. Do not be so naive.” Kate hissed.