Innocent Or Money Novels & Stories

“Give him the money.” I stepped forward, planted my hands on his desk, and leaned well over it. “Let’s you and me get something straight right now.” He tried to intimidate me with his steely eyes, but I didn’t let that deter me. I’d seen a pair just like them too many times. “I’m being harassed by the police, by the media, by some gangster that thinks I have his money, and by my own father who wishes I’d never been born. I sure as hell don’t need it from my attorney. I did not harm Ashleigh Matthews in any way and did not know about the damned money until last night. I may be the first one you’ve ever had, but this man is innocent and if it’s beyond your abilities to treat me that way, then

"The more innocent and purer someone may seem, the dirtier they may be." "I guess the Moore family is no exception." At that point, Molly was unable to contain her frustration any longer. So, she blurted out, "I gave you the money because—"

Ned scratched the back of his head again, then passed the envelope to her, "It's your paycheck for the following month. Find yourself a place to live. Your work starts tomorrow." Amelia widened her eyes in surprise, "Do you all pay your employees before they even start to work?" The answer was a hard No. But Ned had no idea of how to explain to her about the paycheck, so he just shrugged his shoulders, "Yes, of course. We all pay in advance. It's a kind of international convention."

"Whatever. Just make sure you don't tell anyone about this. I will see what I can do with your money." "Nah! You should know what you can do about it. By the way, let me ask you. Why are you doing this? Why did you do it?" "The money I guess." I shrugged. " I did it for the money. But it was a big mistake because right now, I don't have any peace." "Hmmm!! The money. You are indeed greedy." "Are you any better? And you, why are you also doing this?"

He’s here too, patiently waiting for me. “Boss,” he says as I start to bounce down the stairs. “Frankie,” I say. “Go to the cashier’s window and post bail for Leah Thomas. One hundred grand cash.” Frankie whistles softly. “Jesus. What the fuck did she do?” “In this case, I think she’s actually innocent.” “She is,” Madeleine says, her voice muffled. “It was clearly self-defence.” “Yeah, I’m not so sure,” I say. “She has a bit of a rap sheet that one.”

“People in and out.” “Yes.” “And it doesn’t get… exhausting?” “No.” I watched him carefully. “Not even a little?” He met my eyes. “No.” I held his gaze. “You’re lying.” His expression didn’t change. “You’re assuming.” “I’m observing.” A pause. Then— “You do that a lot too,” he said. “Do what?” “Look for things that aren’t your business.” I exhaled. “Maybe I just don’t like pretending everything’s fine when it’s not.”

Nate gazed down at her, his features softening. His fingers brushed her cheek as he said, "I know, baby. I know you've done nothing wrong. I trust you and you also please, trust me. This scumbag thinks he is ripping us off.." then his gaze cut to the owner, sharpening into something lethal, "But he has no idea what's coming for him." "10 grand," the owner replied, his eyes sparkling with greed. Nate's eyes narrowed in disagreement. "It isn't even 5," Nate countered, a hard edge to his voice.

She chuckled at his stupid words shaking her head. "The house you will buy with what? The blood money! The money you earned after shedding innocent people's blood, by scamming them? By doing every crime that could easily be described as inhumane!" She snapped at him before she clutched her own hair looking away from him. "I can't believe! I just can't believe myself!" He frowned at her when she started whispering curse words to herself. "You can't believe what?" She snapped her red rimmed enraged eyes to his sneering lowly.

His hands stop in the air and then he puts down his bite back on the plate before looking at me with all his attention. "I have learned something new from time to time that there is nothing in the world without money and everything has a price." "I'm surprised with you. The Sanam whom I know had said that that money was one of the traps laid by the devil, but this Sanam proved himself different from him by saying such a thing, didn't he?" He doesn't answer me. His eyes stick on me but not dangerously this time. He squints them when I don't avert my gaze like I always do. And then he smirks.