Alicia Sierra Money Heist Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hey! It's not like that...So the story goes...he gave me a cheque for 50,000 to reimburse me for the money I accidentally dropped into the Yarra River, well, it wasn't that much. But he messed things up, because he thought I was suicidal, which I was, but I just wanted to get the money from Mr Bennett that I'd dropped in the river! But he thought I was really suicidal! So he felt guilty, so he compensated me! So, that's more or less the story! So it wouldn't be right to call me a thief, would it? He said so himself, in his letter when he gave me the cheque!" Alicia explained.

Her subconsciousness screamed no. Even if she had counted the money last night out of curiosity, and that it was a hundred thousand greater than what her brother had told her for the treatment, her heart tightened. The money wasn't pure. It wasn't her sweat but there was her mother, in pains. What was she going to do? Her door slammed opened and uniformed men came in. Alicia was lost. What were the police looking for? Had they lost their way? There were two men in total and Sarah was right behind them, before Zoey and her cronies showed up. At the corner outside, was Diana, a sly smile on her face. Was that a black bruise under her eyes? Something was totally off.

"Son? Please come downstairs!" I don't know how I'm going to face Mom if she finds out about Sierra's letter. When we were frantically yelling Sierra's name around the house, Mom realized that the drawer in her room where we stored our money that we were preparing to deposit in the bank was now empty; she took $5,000 and never even left a few cents. Sierra stated in her letter that she didn't want to do it, but she did nonetheless, for the flimsy argument that she didn't have a choice. That was preposterous; she had hurt and betrayed us. I was her friend, and when she needed something, I was there for her. She exploited me while I was being such a stupid moron that I even defended her in fro

She took the glass, and under his encouraging gaze, downed it in one gulp. Whatever she was about to hear, she knew it was going to be intense. A little alcohol might help steady her nerves. Once he saw that she had finished, Carlo's expression grew serious. "Her previous targets were smaller fortunes," he began. "But recently, she set her sights on a very prominent billionaire in Italy. After his death, the billionaire's children became suspicious and started investigating her. Sienna fled to the U.S. and stashed away a significant amount of money. The billionaire's children then hired Matteo Cavalieri to take care of her and recover the stolen fortune."

"He’s currently the most investigated man in the country." Silas stepped forward, placing a heavy, warm hand on my shoulder. His grip was firm, a silent acknowledgement of the kill. "The IRS will tie his hands," Silas said, "but they won't finish him. They’ll take his money, but I want his soul. You’ve paralyzed him, Valencia. Now, let’s go fetch the girl while he’s busy explaining eighty million dollars to a room full of federal agents." I stood up, the adrenaline humming in my veins. The heist was over. The rescue was next.

Even Sarah’s chuckles stuttered, then died. “I am disappointed,” Alicia thundered, “but I beg you—help us. Report anything suspicious in Westview. Anything at all. One million dollars for any lead that brings them home.” She bowed once more, then strode off, leaving reporters clamoring. Silence fell in the room. Thick. Heavy. Then Sarah scoffed. “Well. That was disappointing.” She flicked her hand. Vik turned the TV off. “I expected a rousing speech about strength, resilience!” She raised her fist mockingly, then laughed, high and shrill.

“No… There’s still Peter! He likes me so much, he’ll definitely help me!” I sighed and told her the truth with sympathy. Peter had been warm to her during this period, and he had accompanied her for meals and conversations only to make her relax so that she would slip up and provide clues about her father’s embezzlement. None of us expected that following those clues would lead to evidence of him selling company secrets as well. That became the final straw that broke Vicky. She let out a hysterical scream and tried to rush at me. The reporters beside us stopped her.

Alicia paid the secretary a handsome amount of money not to reveal it to anyone. The secretary took it to Tom and as expected Tom signed over the documents and the secretary brought them back to her. Alicia was over the moon as her revenge plan had just started. She looked at the documents letting out an evil smile. The content of the document was a confession by Tom stating that Tom Sanchez agree to the murder of Mr and Mrs Sanchez. The accident that happened to them was all planned by I. I also went ahead to plant the embezzlement case on the daughter of Mr and Mrs Sanchez who is Tamara forcing her to pay a huge fine and leaving the country so that I could have complete ownership over her

like he’s won something. Like I’m just another one of his conquered mistakes. “Please!” I scream, dragging myself to my feet, running toward the judge with shaking legs and a voice nearly gone. “Hazel is my son! Please..don’t let him take him away!” The judge barely looks at me. Her voice is flat. “We are letting you go. Not to punish you… for stealing the child.” I stop breathing. Stealing? What did she just say? My body shakes violently as her words settle like poison in my veins.

“Wait. Isn't this the missing 20 million dollars from the Pack's account?” “It has always been about the money, Austin. She willingly slaved herself away for you because of money. Then, she sabotaged you and Kayla for money too. Why are you surprised? She's still gold-digging and frolicking with the Alpha Prince; that's enough proof that she's a gold digger.” Alice blurted out while I stared at the paper, hoping and wishing it was her name that was written as the beneficiary of the money.