Novel & Cerita Dirty Money Book

Richard’s thick cock pushed inside me while he held me open and told me I was his dirty little secret. I came hard with his name trapped behind my teeth, thighs shaking, the black dress still bunched around my waist. The orgasm left me breathless and even hungrier than before. I already knew I was going to do something reckless. And I could not wait. ****** The next afternoon my father handed me a thick manila envelope and a set of spare keys. Richard left these contracts at the office by mistake, Jack said. Can you drop them off at his place on your way back from the store? He is working from home today.

It topples over before I can reach it, spilling crisp money against the wooden floor. "Vergel, what are you doing?" Finn takes a single step between me and the deadly man ahead of me. Vergel looks from me to the bag I keep staring at. "This is what you want, right? Money and the fucking spellbook the whole fucking thing—probably got you into this mess. You’re so fucking pretty, but your selfishness is ugly, Pearl."

He clicked on it and read the context of the message. "Give them all the money you have. They know about your secret and wouldn't hesitate to report you. I hope you understand that I'm doing this for your good, from your dearest Mother: Maggie." Collins read out loud in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Maggie would stoop so low. She knew that they had just gotten the complete money for the house rent, and they were supposed to pay it tomorrow, and she did that. Collins walked to the kitchen, opened the cabinet, and took out a cereal box where he hid the money. He handed everything to the goons expecting them to leave, but instead, they started breaking down everything in the house.

Dymian cast his aggrieved hooded garnet-red eyes down on the vintage hardback, three-ring, trombone, leather binder that was tossed rudely to him. “The chapel’s financial report.” Rovell kept a scowl on his square face. “This place is broker than the Ten Commandments. I went digging for dineros in the safe and it was completely empty. Even the bank account is ploughing for pennies. It’s in overdraft.” He shook his head, wearing his bone-white long straight hair in a ponytail. “These people aren’t very blessed.”

“Seriously, Book, this place is almost as old as you. Why don’t you use some of that money you used to steal and buy a nice place? Maybe one without a fucking roach infestation.” The critter unleashed a fresh memory, Zoe’s sleepy voice confessing her lie of his occupation. His stomach flipped, his throat thankful he had nothing left in his stomach to expel. Booker’s voice snapped his from his thoughts. “Listen here, kid. Money’s meant to be spent on fine women, fine whiskey and some good ol’ fashioned drugs. Why would I spent good money on a nice place? This works just fine.” Kicking the front door shut, Booker dawdled to the sofa, falling into it. It creaked almost as loudly as he did.

“You don’t know shit about what I’ve built or what I’ve lost. You think your little bookstore is the center of the universe? Grow up. The world doesn’t stop for rose bushes and storytime.” She yanked free, but didn’t step back. Their bodies were inches apart, rain pouring between them. “And you think money fixes everything? That you can just take what you want and call it progress? You’re empty. Cold. The second this deal’s done, you’ll forget I existed.”

Alex's POV Another useless idle day spent in a boring office full of paperwork and awful bosses who treat me like trash. I was far too annoyed, far too stressed, as I began searching BDSM clubs, submission, and someone else taking control of your life. Somehow it sounded wild yet tugged something within me. The Vault was the name that kept popping up. That was the secret spot where real Doms played rough.

“When you deal with people for too long, you learn one thing, kindness doesn’t survive in this kind of world.” I leaned back, exhaling slowly. “To survive, you need to build a dangerous reputation. Fear becomes your armor. Running casinos, real estate, and importation. These are worlds crawling with thieves and liars. If you don’t strike first, you get eaten alive. So yes, I disagreed with Harper in the beginning. But over time, I realized dirty money is the real money. It’s fast, protected, and backed by men who don’t joke about their middlemen.” Her expression softened, torn between curiosity and disbelief.

And then, the final, gutting truth, the one that turned the fleeting warmth to shame: His family’s fortune—the very empire he’s fighting to protect—helped fund the man who bought and broke you. The money that built this house, that paid for your “clothing allowance,” that bloodstained ledger… it’s the same money that flowed through Evan Sharpe’s hands. You are a living, breathing monument to his family’s original sin. How could there be anything real, anything clean, between us? It was all poisoned at the root. The kiss was just another symptom of the sickness—a moment of madness in a beautifully constructed hell.

“Uhm… I need some money. Like about fifty dollars. Can you lend me some?” I scratched the back of my neck, still buzzing from the fight. Money? That’s what this was about? After walking in on a locker room full of naked dudes? “Uhm, sure.” I dug into my wallet and handed her the bills. “Is that all?” “Yeah. Thanks.” She took the money quick, fingers brushing mine for half a second, then turned and left without another word, uniform skirt swishing down the hall. I watched her go, jaw tight. What the hell was going on with her lately? First she seduces me this morning, now this random cash grab? I shook my head and pushed back into the locker room. The guys were quieter now, pulling on gear fa