Novel & Cerita Alicia Sierra Money Heist

I had made a point to avoid the US after Alicia’s ‘death’, and instead left my underboss to handle the most of the US operations while I took down Cross’ Allies around Europe and Asia. “Tell me,” I ordered with a nod and he began to explain to me as I had expected. “She took the name Alice Duncan Alcott in the UK. She has everything down. I believe she got help with handling her passports and everything down to her relocation. Her colleagues and company are quite small and she doesn’t have any friends. Apart from this Andrea Wilkins person, whose real real name is-“ “I don’t want to know about that other woman, Javier. Tell me about Alicia,” I emphasized. “Did the Senator- her late father, d

Steve growled, the chain rattling. "Okay, that's no problem. I'm sure we could arrange for that. Besides, don't you think it's only right for you to give her that money, for all the emotional damages you have caused, and be rest assured, Anna is not the only one who would eat from your money, your other wives would. The ones you stole the money from." Alicia said, gazing deep into Steve eyes. "What other woman are you talking about?." Anna asked confused, staring at Alicia.

He nodded frantically, sweat dripping down his temples. “Yes. That’s all I know. He paid us to do everything. To hack accounts, to forge scandals, to leak them to tabloids, to—” His words came out in a rush. “He also… he also made us steal money. Seventy million dollars.” My eyes narrowed. “From where?” “A bank account. He gave the details. We pulled it off and transferred it where he wanted.” “Where?” His lips trembled. “Aurora Smith. That’s the name on the account.”

"You can’t run, Mother. I’m coming for you." "I know you are," she said pleasantly. "But I’m afraid I’ve already moved on to the next phase. You see, the auction wasn't just about money. It was about funding something much bigger." She held up a small, silver device. "And thanks to the money I got from the other lots, I’ve already triggered it." "What have you done?" Silas growled. "The bank accounts, Silas," she said. "All of them. Yours. Vera’s. The family’s. I’ve drained them. Every cent. You are not just a fugitive anymore, darling. You are broke."

"I trust you can do the job perfectly," I said. "Of course, Dominic, sir. You can surely trust me on that. Spying on someone is a little in my talents," he replied. "Alright then, I shall send you the money, and I hope for a report soon on each and every step taken," I said, hanging up the call after. Even though I was not informed about Sierra going back to Las Vegas, I still wouldn't surely let my guard off on her.

I let out a soft sigh in my heart. Logically, I should have refused. But my feet moved on their own, and I followed her to the hospital. From a distance, I could already hear Gale's voice. "Dad, Mom, Alex—the thief—is back. He's actually the buyer in charge of acquiring our company this time." Then I heard my father's voice drifting out from the ward. "He has always had a talent for business. I knew I wasn't wrong about him."

Back at the victory party, Sienna suddenly shot to her feet, pointing an accusing finger at me. "I accuse Head Beta Aurora of stealing pack funds!" I glanced at this Omega who had joined the pack barely a year ago. Who gave her the nerve? "Stealing? Where's your proof?" She slammed a stack of printed financial reports onto the mahogany table. "Just yesterday, you used your authority to transfer a massive sum out of the pack's business account!" She flipped the report open, jabbing her finger at the glaring numbers. "Five million dollars. Gone!"

"I don't know that, you don't know that. I just saw a picture of her in handcuffs on social media. If she sold us out, she would be free and on the run, Pillax." I switched the call to video and placed it on the desk opposite my bed. The scar I'd gotten from the vase Mia had hit me with few days ago was still visible. Small but there. I rushed to my closet and began putting on clothes. "So what do you think happened? Why do these people have a recorded evidence of our activities, Derek?" "I'm as confused as you are. Like, how did it happen? Why..." He heaved a sigh and poured himself a glass of whiskey. My eyes flickered briefly to where my own abandoned glass was.

“What did they want?" I was a bit disappointed by his reaction. I'd expected that he'd be excited to finally uncover the imposter pretending to be Maria. “Just some money in exchange for his testimony. We can absolutely use this, Carlos. Once we confront her with this information, she'd crawl back to where she came from.” He hummed and nodded slowly. “Who is this informant? What is his name?” “Ricardo Da Silva.” He repeated the name. “Thank you, Veronica. Let me know if you have any more information like this.”