Dirty Money Book Novels & Stories

Knowing how to earn money and pay less taxes was financial intelligence. The trick for Jason was to find an honest Oil company. As his father said to him, "The definition of an oil man is a lair standing next to a hole in the ground." Although Jason make alot of money from his books, most of his wealth came from his gold mine in China, his silver mine in South America, and his real estate companies and oil partnership in the country.

Yeah, it was a perfectly normal after school activity. I ended up jumping into the dirty container and found the small, black book the moment my feet touched the container's floor. It sat there, calm and imposing just like it had been in my dream. I brushed the hair off my face, noting how odd and stupid I most likely looked now as I bent to pick the book. It felt light and heavy at the same time, if that made sense and I opened the first page gingerly. It contained faded ink which I could probably read if I was in a more conducive environment, not this dumpster. I hastily shoved the book into my tote bag and managed to climb out of the container with as much dignity as I could muster.

The day Victor Moretti told me he was the Sicilian Don's heir, he also handed me a bill for everything he had spent on me over the years. "Elena, the Family will never let a woman who came to me for money become its next Donna." He pushed the ledger across the table to me. From the hot dogs we shared when we first got together to the condoms we used the first time we slept together. From the mattress-cleaning bill he had fronted to the hospital bill for my miscarriage. Thirty-seven thousand five hundred dollars in total. Every single item, down to the cent. I looked at the man I had loved for five years, swallowed the taste of blood rising in my throat, and kept my voice low. "I have to set

The entire room gasped. My own gasp joined theirs, but mine wasn't for the money. It was because, at the exact moment he spoke, his fingers thrust deeper, harder, curling upward to hit that devastating spot inside my cunt. The clients across the table looked like they’d been slapped. One of them, a man in a ill-fitting suit, stuttered, "We can't afford that, Mr. Voss. Please, can you reconsider? 70 million? That’s the absolute ceiling of our budget."

Not a word came out of Steve's mouth when his wife asked him to stop gambling. "I'm glad I have the right place to spend the money David gave me. I don't want David's dirty money to be a source of funds for the future of Anna and our family." Jasmine was silent, listening to Steve's words until the end. "If I stop spending the money David gave me, where else will I spend it? David's money is dirty money, I can't even give that dirty money to my friends who are having economic difficulties." Steve tapped on the table in front of him, using his index finger. It was as if he was emphasizing his words to Jasmine.

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When I finished writing that, I suddenly started writing in my journal about this, from how it started to the whole scene. And as I’m speaking to you, I am staring at the page, at the last sentence: ‘If you want big money, you have to do something dirty for it.’ Then I titled the journal's day entry as Dirty Money.

⸻ The house shows up at the end of the street and for a second I think I got the address wrong, but no, it’s not a mistake, it just doesn’t look like a house, it’s a damn mansion, huge, lit up, music blasting from everywhere, cars lined up as far as you can see and people going in and out like it’s a club. And of course, it makes sense. Mateo Carter isn’t just ridiculously attractive… he’s ridiculously rich too. “Wow…” Sofi mutters as she gets out of the car, “this is another level.” I don’t answer. I just close the door and follow her. Inside, everything is noise, laughter, bodies moving to the music, people clearly already more than just “buzzed.” Sofi doesn’t waste time, she pulls me towa

****Dirty Secrets is gradually coming to an end. We have two more chapters to go **** Xavier Mary or whatever her name is is a variable I did not see coming. She walked in at the right time and saved me some time. Staring at her, I tried to figure out if this is just a charade. When a man is desperate just like myself, there is always a tendency for mistake; a mistake from a desperate man.

His desk sat under the window, heavy and immaculate, the safe tucked neatly behind a false panel in the wall. She’d watched him open it enough times to memorize the code. “Two… seven… three… nine,” she whispered, her fingers steady even as her pulse raced. The lock clicked open. Bundles of cash filled the shelves. Old gold coins. A few black books filled with names, dates, sins, really. She took the money and two of the books. She didn’t know why, maybe just instinct. Knowledge was currency, too. Her reflection caught in the glass cabinet: pale skin, her blonde hair,now drab, eyes rimmed red from tears. She looked like someone’s ghost.