Novel & Cerita Innocent Or Money

"They all claim they understand the seriousness of their situation. They all promise to cooperate. And yet, somehow, they still fail to produce my money." "We're different," I insisted. "We're not criminals. We're just... we're just people who got caught up in something we didn't understand." "Everyone is 'just people,'" Victor replied. "The businessman who gambled away his children's college fund. The housewife who borrowed money to pay for her husband's medical bills. The teenager who needed cash to buy drugs. They're all 'just people' until the moment they have to pay the price for their choices." One of his men had moved behind my chair and was doing something I couldn't see. I heard the

Mom Damn it! She makes me look foolish. Behind my back, she’s taking my money and playing hide-and-seek. This is also her money, but why does the person use it? It’s for my company’s employees. They work day and night for me, and now what am I going to say to them? Why? Why? My fingers were running through my hair in frustration. She’s my idol, and...

His slid his hands in his pockets looking down at me, "Now, timing’s everything. One wrong move and it all goes to shit.” He leaned over once more, his hand brushing over mine as he adjusted something on the keyboard, “You’re good, but you haven’t seen what happens when someone screws up.” I swallowed hard, forcing myself to focus on the task. “And what happens when someone screws up?" I asked. "If you screw up, it’s not just about the money, Viviane. It’s about whose money.” I glanced at the screen, the numbers scrolling faster now as I completed the transaction. “Whose money are we talking about?”

I mutter bitterly. The root of all evilness is money. People will kill, lie, and steal for it. They believe that money can buy them happiness but, in reality, it merely buys them additional problems; turmoil. I should know since I've murdered a man who was one hundred dollars short on his payment. He believed he could deceive me and pull the wool over my eyes. But if you deal with a substantial amount of money on a daily, you can visually eyeball a briefcase loaded with stacks of hundred-dollar notes and determine if you are short-changed.

My inner mind was saying "This is not you girl!! Are you sane?!! a sane person does not reject money. What is wrong with you? I guess you are sick because what is this...?" Replying to my inner self I say, "Money is the root of all evil" My inner mind retorts" But lack of money is also the root of all evil and you are broke as fuck and you know that" "I will double it," He said and this was beginning to be interesting. "Keep wasting your time man, I said and I am going to repeat!!" I paused and leaned closer to him "I do not need your money and please what is too difficult for you to understand there?"

It was money in the bank. I couldn’t even concentrate on my reading anymore. I kept pacing around the room in circles, giddy. It took a while before I finally forced myself to calm down. One voice in my head scoffed, “Evelyn White, it’s not like you’ve never seen money before. Why are you losing your cool?” But another voice screamed, “This is different! That money wasn’t mine. I never earned it myself. Now I finally can! Didn’t those people mock me as a clueless, spoiled heiress?”

"Innocent people? Tell me...who are the innocent people? Is it Williams who murdered my father? Or Nina who stole my money?" "She did not steal your money." "What?" David moved closer to Jericho starring at him in the eyes. "Have you stopped to think how Nina actually got out of this place to steal the money? Have you thought about hiw possible it was for her to steal the money at all? Have you considered any of it!!" David voiced out. Jericho stared at him, speechless. His gaze shifted to Nina and he stared at her for a very long time. "What are you saying?" He asked almost in a whisper.

When I finally returned home, it was like walking into a graveyard. The house was quiet. Noelle wasn't there. she was proudly training or doing one of father's errands. Father was in his office, but I knew he knew. The silence from his end was louder than yelling. I heard from one of the guards. "He's looking for you." I nodded, said nothing. just walked to my room and shut the door. That night, I packed. Every Dollar I'd earned from racing, the illegal underground matches, the gambling rings went into my backpack.

Maybe playing around with that new wife of his, had made him soft in the head, Cain mused. Tony Rossi, Cain shifted his bulk more comfortably in the armchair. Although he had heard Rossi's name whispered many times during his career in crime, and had seen photographs of the short, fat man, he was yet to meet him. From what he had heard about Rossi, he knew him to be a big cat with financial contrivances, spreading across legitimate businesses, and illegitimate businesses. Nobody knew just how much he was worth, but if a figure had to be put down on paper, the zeros behind the one would confuse the eyes.

Through the delicate material, he could make out the curves of her body, the outline of her breasts, and the fragile innocence she seemed completely unaware of. For a moment, he had forgotten the alcohol in his system. Or perhaps it had only made things worse. He had entered the bedroom feeling intoxicated, but the sight of her had awakened something far more dangerous. Desire had hit him with unexpected force, leaving him unable to think clearly. And then he had done the unthinkable. Still, a part of him continued to justify it. They were husband and wife. Their marriage might have begun under complicated circumstances, but it was a marriage nonetheless. In his mind, what had happened betwe