Fanfiction White Collar Novels & Stories

I didn't know how to respond to Bernie, and in the end, I could only turn my back and leave. I can never argue with Bernie directly! I made my way back to the office, Emma saw that I was rosy again and breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't Mr. White have anything important to do this afternoon?" I tilted my head and asked Emma. Emma shook her head, gnawing on a piece of sour mango, and said, "Mr. White just needs to get ready for a business trip today. We have more free time. Look at Chloe! She's scrolling through F******k!"

’ While she wondered, Bowen chimed in, “Didn’t they boast about having found a good live-in son-in-law? Why are they trying to start afresh now? The rumors don’t make sense.” Ciara said mysteriously, “Bowen, why are you so simple-minded? I heard that the White Company’s CEO doesn’t actually have a good relationship with his wife. Besides, he has an illegitimate child outside.” Danielle’s heart tightened. She also turned to look at Ciara. Seeing the others were all staring at her, Ciara thought they were very interested in the topic. Therefore, she got up from Danielle’s desk and faced them to analyze everything. “A relative of mine used to work as an assistant in the White Company’s secretar

Even though Zachary was a senior white-collar worker in a major group, he was working for someone. “You might want to cut down on reading. I think the stories are getting way over your head. You’ll never find Mr. Right because you’d compare the male leads to the men you meet in real life. The irresistible men in your books only exist in fiction.” Rarely were there young, attractive, wealthy, and devoted CEOs in real life. “I’m just passing time with these books. I don’t have a knack for crafting like you.” Closing her book, Jasmine pulled out her phone and scrolled for any interesting news.

His spirit nearly visible as it slips out of him. "Mr. White care to explain?" "I... I don't know what those accounts are..." Even from where I'm sat I could tell he was trembling. I really hate spineless men. All talk until their lies are called out. "Oh my... I don't think I said anything about them being accounts now did I, Mr. White." I grin while he looks around nervously as everyone stares at him waiting for his response. "You should really explain yourself before your new friends get here Mr. White. I hear jail becomes quite the home for embezzlers. But don't worry, I'm sure your accomplices will keep you company..." I stare at the two remaining henchmen and they jerk back in shock.

"I don't hate you, Liora. I simply haven't decided if you’re worth the trouble yet." A maid placed a plate of eggs and avocado toast in front of her. Liora took a bite, realizing she hadn't eaten since before she died. "The White family's bankruptcy is already trending on every news site," she said. Mavric sipped his coffee calmly. "It was an easy kill. They were over-leveraged and built on lies." "But don't get comfortable. Silas White is like a cockroach. He’ll find a way to crawl back." "I know," Liora said, her gaze hardening.

They had heard rumors, whispers about an affair, questions about her ethics, suggestions from anonymous sources. “You’re being watched,” they said. “By who?” she asked. But the call had already dropped. Jason came home that evening. No suitcase. No apology. Just a folded letter he placed on the kitchen table. “I did some digging,” he said. “Whitlock’s in town. Has been for weeks.” Cassandra looked up from the sink. “Why?” Jason’s voice was hard. “He’s working on a project. A memoir. About his ‘life-changing relationships.’” He scoffed. “Guess who chapter one is about?”

No. She looked just like me. Naomi froze too, knowing there was no way she could be imagining things. Mikaela White? CEO of the White Fine Arts. Mother of Two Married but separated from her husband due to marital conflicts 28 years old The only young female of the White family. I quickly closed the page. Maybe I was just seeing things. I placed the file back gently. “Why did you—” I cut her off, “Let's go.” Without arguing, she followed me out of the room.

The next morning, I sat in Diane Frost's living room while she played the recording for the third time. Each time Shaw's voice filled the room, describing his destruction plan so casually, I felt sick. "This is gold," Diane said. She stopped the recording. "Pure gold. Every defense attorney's nightmare. The man confessed to conspiracy, racketeering, fraud, extortion. All on tape." "So we go to the police?" "Better. We go to the FBI." Diane picked up her phone. "I know someone. Agent Sarah Park. She specializes in white-collar crime. Financial fraud. Corporate espionage. This is exactly her area."

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.

"What's that supposed to mean?" "You remember Victor Whitehall, don't you?" "I do." "He had dealings with your father. Strictly business, until it went wrong." "What went wrong?" Ellie wanted to know. "Victor mismanaged Whitehall shares and the company was close to going bankrupt. I guess it was hatred because he wasn't happy when he found out that David was the one inheriting Whitehall Industries, not him. "So he reached out to your father, who was the head of a conglomerate so that he could sell the shares and save the company. David wasn't even aware of this.