Why Was Sang Woo In Debt Novels & Stories

"Doctor Evans? Your brother has a very expensive habit. You have six hours to settle the account, or we send him home in pieces. Don't call the police. We own the police." The line went dead. I collapsed onto a chair, the world spinning. Fifty thousand? I didn't have five thousand. I looked at my bank app—I had twelve hundred dollars and a maxed-out credit card from paying Leo's last "mistake." I called everyone. Aris. Shai. I even looked into a high-interest payday loan. But fifty thousand in six hours was an impossibility. I was a doctor, not a miracle worker. I sat in the dim light of the lounge, watching the clock tick. Five hours left.

In the seventh year of my illness, I was finally so broke that I couldn't even scrape together enough money for my medication the next day. To raise the money, my best friend went back to the nightclub and started taking clients. By the time I found out and rushed over, I could already hear her suppressed, trembling voice coming from the private room. "Duncan, we can't do this! "Wendy will be devastated if she finds out!" The next second, I heard my boyfriend's low, ragged moan. "How else are you going to counteract the drug's effects?" My fingernails dug into my palms. The pain made my vision turn black. What hurt even more was that after it was over, Katie came to my bedside with t

I choked. “What don’t you understand?” he said, his voice cold. “Do I need to repeat myself?” I nodded, struggling to form words. “Yes.” “The reason your debt has skyrocketed is simple. I found out your precious Alaric didn’t just run off with the money he borrowed—he stole an additional five hundred thousand dollars from me before he vanished. And you…” He leaned forward. “…you are the only person left to pay it off.” My mouth went dry. My vision blurred.

Before graduating from college, I teamed up with a few classmates on a project and earned several hundred thousand dollars, which was intended as our startup fund. In my previous life, instead of giving them the startup fund, I agreed to owe them the money. Unexpectedly, the debt snowballed until it eventually exceeded ten million dollars. That was why I kept paying it right up until I was 38 years old. To make them drop their guard, I called up my classmates and asked them to lend me the startup fund first. After receiving the money, I transferred it all to Mom. Only then did Mom nod in satisfaction. "That's more like it. If there's anything you want to buy later on, just let us know. As lo

The man got up and came before her. He scrunched to her level. “Where is my money girlie?” “I owe you no money crook.” The man wet his lips with his tongue. “Don't play with me girl.” “Your father was in a huge debt before he died.” “He paid it all before he died, I saw his bank statements.” Marley snapped at him. “That wasn't all girl. He took a big loan from me right after that. He owed me girl and couldn't pay before he kissed the world goodbye.”

Lucas watched my back as I walked away. By now, he had racked up tens of thousands in debt on the loan platforms. Even if he postponed the repayment until next year, the calls from debt collectors kept coming. Not to mention Zoe still needed money for the abortion. Hence, he resolutely borrowed another thousand dollars, hoping to turn it around. At the casino, the dealer realized he was a new player and went easy on him. That thousand turned into 10,000. It was enough to cover the abortion.

I shook Evangeline's hand off. The diamond bracelet on her wrist dazzled so brightly that it made my eyes hurt. "Julian is my legally-wedded husband. No matter what he left behind, I'll inherit it." Outside, Leo kicked the door open. When he saw the bare, empty room, he frowned. Leaning against the doorframe, he waved the IOU in his hand, reminding me that the gambling debt was not a small sum. Yet I declared firmly, "I'll take responsibility for this five-million-dollar debt."

When I discover yet another tube of lipstick on the front passenger seat of my Porsche for the 99th time, I decide to send a reminder in my company's group chat. "Everyone, please make sure to take all of your personal belongings with you the next time you decide to hitch a ride. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for the owner to remove the stains from the leather seats." The newly-hired intern, Sasha Lane, is quick to shoot me down. "Me hitching a ride has nothing to do with you! A washed-up old hag like you should focus on keeping your man in line! "Are you already triggered by the fact that he decides to pick me up from my home and bring me breakfast?" I'm stunned, to say the least. The

However, it held a stack of crumpled ledger slips that was covered in my tiny handwriting. "December 1st. Earned 12 dollars recycling plastic bottles. Bought a pack of cigarettes for Dad. "December 15th. Earned 60 dollars distributing flyers. For paying off the debt. "December 20th. Worked overtime for 200 dollars. For paying off the debt. "Current debt balance: 4,798,367 dollars left." Finally, on the last slip of paper, I had scrawled on the paper that was stained with dried blood, saying, "I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. If you're reading this, that means I wasn't able to hold out in the end to pay off your debts.

Simply inform me about the situation. Sophia looked around her dimly lit room, feeling guilt creeping in as she devised her deception. “It’s… a loan, Megan. One I took out a while back. I thought I’d be able to cover it, but… there was a miscalculation with my funds. "It's more pressing than I thought, and I currently don't have sufficient resources." "Why didn't you inform me earlier?” Megan sounded hurt. “You know I would’ve helped.” Sophia reassured Megan, expressing her desire to prevent any worry, her lips forming a tight smile out of Megan's view. "I believed I could manage it, but currently... I'm running low on choices." It’s either ask you or face penalties I just can’t afford.”