Unpayable Debt Novels & Stories

"I saw him fall. The debt is gone." ​"A debt like this never dies, Miss Vance. It’s an asset. And since Mr. Sterling is... incapacitated, Acheron Holdings has been liquidated. Your grandmother’s debt, along with the title to her building and the contract for her ongoing care, has been purchased by a third party." ​The lawyer reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, black burner phone. He set it on the desk next to the ruined server.

Whoever falsely accused my brother will taste my fists. But that 5,867,000 debt was still something I do not know how I’d deal with. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... I purposely excluded to bring that up when I talked to my Prince Charming. He might get frustrated with how unlucky and clumsy I really was. But since he already gave me a job, I might pay it by 3% installment until I die. Cry Sena! You were destined to live what they called a negative life. A life where you struggle and lose every wage to bills and debts.

It wasn't until then that Ethan finally allowed Rosalie to leave the house. I followed Rosalie, who was in a disheartened state, back to the Talbot residence. Roxanne cried so much that her eyes were swollen. Roxanne was used to being dependent her entire life. Now with a huge debt on her shoulders, she was completely at sea. Her eyes lit up when she saw Rosalie. She walked up to Rosalie and held her hands. "Rosalie, we've lost everything! Everything! Your dad left us such a huge debt too. What should we do, Rosalie?"

While Ryan was left speechless since he could not find fault in that, Quinn added, "Sam and I are thinking we could abandon the new energy car project if the joint venture does fall through." "What about the losses sustained?!" Ryan snapped in agitation right then. "Don't forget that John Levine's loan was used precisely to make up for that! Or are you going to leave it as bad debt?!" "We will repay it—friendships aside, business is business," Quinn said firmly. "We'll use the profits from Saunderia's other operations." "And the investment is just going to be abandoned?!" Ryan was still disgruntled—that would lead to a 100% loss, while they might at least sell a few cars if they persisted.

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.

But when I finally said goodnight, he caught my wrist, just briefly, just long enough to say, "For what it's worth. I don't do this. Any of this. Ever." I didn't ask him to explain what this meant. I think we both understood it better left unsaid. I was halfway down the hall toward the staff quarters when I heard Mrs. Smith's voice through the study door, low and clipped, the particular tone she used on the phone with people she didn't consider worth her patience. I shouldn't have slowed down but I did anyway. "...yes. I understand what that costs. I don't need a lecture on the number, I need to know it can be done quietly." A pause.

she said. “Because it does not let you pay your debt,” Diana said. “If someone takes your blame you cannot clear it. You just have to keep carrying the knowledge of what you owe with nowhere to put it.” She paused. “I have been carrying that for two years. Coming here is part of how I am trying to put it somewhere.” Nora looked at the garden and thought about debts and the people who carry them and the people who take them and what it costs both sides. “He does that with other things too,” she said. “Takes more than his share.”

I stammered. “You have to believe it, because time is running out for you too,” My mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. “But we don’t have that kind of money!” “That’s not my concern. What matters is that the debt is settled, one way or another.” Brian said getting impatient . “And what if we can’t pay? What happens to us?” I asked A cold smirk played on Brian’s lips, “Let’s just say, I have ways of ensuring people honour their debts. But I’m sure we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.” Brian said, blowing his smoke on my face.

" Lucia said nothing. Minutes passed. My head started aching, but I forced myself. Then I saw it. A gap. Not empty, just hidden. Where money ought to have slept and failed to sleep. "There," I whispered. Lucia leaned in. "What am I looking at?" "A ghost," I said. "A financial ghost node." She blinked. "That's not a thing." “It is like you don't want to touch money,” I said. The money laundering is through a shadow account that is not on paper. "Who would do that?" “One that does not want his name anywhere,” I said. "Not even in lies." Lucia straightened. "Can you trace it?"

Her family was in chaos every day. "They consulted a fortune-teller, who told them that they owed too many debts and needed to repay them, or the whole family would be destroyed."