Innocent Or Money Novels & Stories

Alicia was silent, listening quietly to Anna's honesty. "It's all just about money and business, Miss. And, I just walked into my own boss's trap."

I closed my eyes and opened them again. "I knew it. I knew people like you don't know the value of life. All you think about is money. How to rip people off their money. How to get your pockets filled up with money that doesn't belong to you. But that will come to an end today. I have all the evidence that will bring you two down."

"That's not a rule. That's a death sentence. Malcolm, do you have any idea how dangerous that money is? Tomorrow, no, maybe this afternoon, the police could be knocking on our door and taking both of us away." "Why?" It was the same question again. His brows furrowed even tighter, like he truly couldn't understand something simple. "I just took back your money." "This isn't my money!" I was on the verge of collapse. "They only scammed me out of 31,000 dollars! You brought back 400,000 dollars! The extra 369,000 dollars is robbery!" "Robbery?" He repeated the word, shaking his head. "I didn't use a knife."

Michael, now fully recovered, had zero interest in the poker game being offered, but leaving empty-handed would make the trip a waste. “Hehe, I know.” The man smirked. “But it’s no fun if I just hand it over.” “So, you’ve decided to play games with me after all.” “Patience, Boy. You’re the one who loses if you don’t get the medicine.” Michael raised his index finger. His aide deftly opened a black briefcase filled with stacks of cash. Harmer, the old man, stroked the side of the bag before closing it. “You have plenty of money, but this item is rare. I’ll give it to you if you win the bet.”

It was for the benefit of both his boss and friends. "If you found a bag with millions of dollars, wouldn't you question why it was there? Chances are in those circumstances, you're about to step into something serious taking money from the Cartel, a police bust, or another situation far outside your control. In the end you would be condemning yourself and anyone else involved." Collen rolled his eyes. To him this was something that obvious. For many others though, who's going to question a bag full of cash? ....

"We need to handle the paperwork together. Legal stuff, you know." I hung up without answering. Money won't bring them back. Money won't fix what's broken. Besides, why does he care now? Where was this concern when Sophia was poisoning everyone against me? The online comments shifted slightly as people absorbed these entries. "Wait, she actually had an inheritance?" "Why didn't anyone mention that before?" "Maybe she wasn't just some poor Omega after all..." But most comments remained hostile: "Still doesn't excuse her behavior!" "Money doesn't make you innocent!"

Preparedness was key in a world where danger lurked in the shadows. "Stay vigilant," he used to say. "You never know who might stab you in the back when you let your guard down." Lorenzo Bellucci, a man who always seemed to know what to do, had fallen victim to that very trap. It served as a stark reminder that I had to be even more cunning than my father. "Here's the money," I said, handing the bills to Theo. "Thanks." He quickly counted the cash before pocketing it. "I'll make sure our weaponry is reinforced."

Micah, still chewing a piece of bacon, joined his brother, shooting me a wink. "I'll be seeing you soon," Ace said, leaving me with a knot of unease twisting in my stomach as they walked away. As I watched him leave the diner, abandoning his food, my gaze drifted to the stack of cash on the table, weighing my options. It could change everything for me, but returning it felt like the right thing to do. Just as I wrestled with my conscience, a voice interrupted my thoughts. "Honey, he might be trouble, but he’s a hot one. Life isn’t the easiest for you, especially with how they treat you in here. You should consider his offer. If I was thirty years younger, I would have snatched him away from

I found him at the stables, a familiar place where he and Aunt Beth had spoken earlier. From the shadows, I saw my mother standing with him, her hands gesturing wildly as she spoke. Her voice carried over the still air. “Connor, you have to understand. We can’t afford to miss out on this inheritance. You need to show up, smile, pretend if you have to! Think about the money, the luxury we could have.” I watched my father’s face tighten, his usual calm demeanor strained. He rarely raised his voice, but today was different. “Love, not everything is about money and luxury. We’re here for family, for my father’s legacy.”

Roderick held his hands up in a non-threatening manner and looked at Angie. "I love you, Angie, stay strong." Roderick said as he looked into her terrified eyes. "Think of the baby." "lady Angelica, don't decode the missive for them it's a matter of national security! If you do you're a traitor!" Mr. Simcoe roared at her just as he attacked the man next to him. A gun went off and Mr Simcoe was dead before he hit the floor. Angie shivered at the site of his blank open eyes, knowing roderick's and the baby's fate if she fought them too.