Novel & Cerita Dirty Money Book

But his voice made it sound more like when. Mark from accounting blinked rapidly. “Sir… you… you called it a relationship.” Colvin looked down at Julie for a moment before saying, “Yes.” Her heart gave a dangerous, fluttering jump. Mark’s jaw dropped with satisfaction. “I knew it. I told you all! I told every single one of you!” Groans echoed across the room. People exchanged money. Bets were clearly lost. Julie covered her face with her hand. “This is mortifying.” Colvin leaned close to her ear. “It is not.”

“And while you’re at it, maybe explain why the fuck you thought you could stroll in here without invitation.” The suits didn’t have answers. They only had sweat, shaking hands, and a briefcase full of whatever dirty money or deals they thought would buy us. Too bad for them - we weren’t for sale. At least… not cheaply. The briefcase clicked open. Stacks of cash, neat and green, the stink of laundering all over it. I didn’t even have to sniff to know it came from backroom poker or blood fights. Maddox whistled low. “Looks like somebody had a good night at the slaughter pits.”

“While you were busy puffing your chest in back-alley bars, playing king of the gutter, I was having lunch at the Yacht Club with the deputy director of the Regional Tax Office. Nice man. His cousin owed half a million in gambling debt.” I tilted my head slightly. “That debt disappeared the next morning. Funny how generous people get when you show them what their future can look like.” I leaned forward again. “In return? I got full access to two years of your financial records. Every wire transfer. Every shell company. Every laundromat you used to wash coke money through pastel carts and fake dental clinics.” His jaw flexed. I waved my hand around, “You should’ve diversified your assets. You

Just like tonight, she sneaked in through my window to drag me out to a club, but now she is currently passed out on the floor drunk, and I'm suffering the consequences of getting our asses home. I came from a well-respected family that holds a huge title in the small town we live in. My father's wealth has been unmatched for a long time. It runs in our generation. A mining company. The donations he gives out have added more to his fame, and now I can't step out without people recognizing me. Mira knows fully well what's going to be on the headlines if I'm caught. The daughter of a wealthy man was sighted in a club. They won't listen even if you tell them it's just dancing and drinking. Rumo

Chapter Fourteen Zariah’s POV The ballroom was a cage. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, polished marble shone beneath her heels, and the air reeked of money, old money, suspicious money, hungry money. Investors crowded the space, their smiles sharp, their laughter hollow. Every handshake carried questions hidden in its grip.

Now it feels like guilt. Still, I don’t delete it. I lower the volume, set the phone down, and turn back to my laptop. There’s one more file to push. The evidence sits in a folder labeled neatly: “E.C. – Estate + Fund.” It’s not flashy. Just numbers. Transactions. Dates. But anyone who knows how to read them will see the story: Elena Cross has been laundering money through land deals. And not just any money—dirty money that once belonged to her husband. That man’s grave is cold, but his sins still smell like fresh blood.

I requested his account details and wired 30 million naira into his account. Albert was so grateful, and he left my place while I got prepared and returned back home. I have to meet Gina tonight, whatever the case might be. She's my top priority, and I need to get to know more about her and why she's rejecting me. She's one tough girl that's giving me a headache. Even when I dated Loretta, she was all over my little money as a driver for Melanie Company. I was a driver for Melanie Company, and that's what she knows, and I made her believe, and she has been receiving money from me. What if she gets to know that I'm the CEO of Melanie Company? What would she do then? It would surely be a time

It is a question I already know the answer to. “Because I was ordered to.” The conversation ends there and he goes back to his book and I am left once more wondering who it is that I am married to. I craft a book in my mind and I dig out the tunnels of thought that I am trapped within. I give faces to the emotions that live within me. Shame is a vile man with dark eyes, and he lives in my mind. Melancholy has hair the color of snow and lips tainted blue. She lives in my heart. My eyes, my eyes are fear. I am a map of emotions and tunnels. I do not find a face for happiness. It is not a character I have met yet.

Just now, it striked me as kinda unfair given that the cameras would be around much more than David would be, but hey. As I climbed out of his truck without so much as a good-bye and slammed the door, I reminded myself again. I agreed to this. THIS IS THE END OF DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS BOOK SERIES 1. THE NEXT SERIES WILL BE UPDATED SOON KEEP CHECKING AND SUPPORT ME.

Shrugging to myself, I walk up to him just as he takes his eyes off of the magazine and settles them on me. "So, you got everything done, my butternut?" He asks sweetly and on cue that lady comes out too. "How much is it, miss?" He asks her in a sweet, gentle voice while eyeing her differently. Uh oh, looks like he will not spare her even. Bloody dirty soul! But I will take care of it tonight, for sure. Looking at the lady, I jut one of my eyebrows at her, urging her to say the price. And she does. "Uh, it will be sixty dollars sir!" I give her a smirk which means I appreciate you, girl. She smiles shyly before taking the money that Devin gives her. As I have said, she deserves it. And besid