Lucy Torres Clepto Novels & Stories

Just as my feet were about to move toward the bedroom, Jack's reply appeared. ​Jack: The name listed as the secret shareholder in Mike's shell company... is Lucy. ​The glass in my hand shook violently. The water inside surged, exactly like my soul at this moment. ​Jack: Lucy is the brain behind a massive embezzlement. Mike was just the executor. They had been working together long before. ​I stood in the doorway of the bedroom, looking at Mike who lay weak on the bed with his eyes half-closed. The nausea I gave him through the laxative was nothing compared to the nausea now churning in my stomach.

" Three months later, Lucy boarded a plane clutching the signed stock transfer documents from Micah. What she didn't expect was a team of police officers waiting for her on board. "Ms. Sinclair, you're being charged with fraud, illegal border crossing, and unlawful asset transfer. Please come with us." While Lucy waited for her trial in court, Micah was frantically searching through the audience at Wenna's Concert Hall. The profile of the young girl on stage reminded him of a rainy night when Anna had curled up in my arms, her fingers still moving unconsciously in rhythm. "Anna!" He stumbled onto the stage, only to be struck in the back of the neck by a security guard's stun baton. Only then

Lucia sipped, setting the glass neatly down along the table’s edge—a ritual for those who sign bogus bills of lading. “We have Novazene,” I said. “We have Δ-12. We have Malta. And we have your fingerprints on a container door.” “You have a few pieces of paper,” she countered. “And the drive,” I said. She glanced at my pocket. “Which you’ll lose if you’re careless,” she warned. “And you’ll be careless if you think paper moves budgets.” “Then help us move the real figures on the board,” Elky said. Lucia placed her palm flat on the folder. As the scarf slid aside, it revealed a faint scar on her wrist—a secret paid for dearly. “And why would I do that?” she asked. “Because you’re my son? I love

Heavy and Electric. “I didn’t come here to be noticed,” I whispered. “I came here because this–” I held up the recorder, “this is just the start. I don’t think Tori lost the necklace. I think someone took it from her. And I think that person is still out there, playing a bigger game.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “You think this goes deeper.” “I know it does.” He was silent, but this time it felt like something working, not hiding. Calculating.

Something passed between them that I was not supposed to see. Then Lucy set the remote down on her knee and pressed her lips together tightly for a moment. “They’ve accused you of embezzlement,” she said. I went completely still. “Company funds,” she continued. “They’re saying you’ve been diverting Sinclair Group money into private accounts. Illegal financial activity.” She swallowed. “And not long ago, a search warrant has been issued on your house.” “And Charlotte…” my aunt started but then stopped. “Say it.” “They’re saying an arrest could happen at any moment.”

"Shut up—they’re coming." The door slams open, and the air is punched from my lungs. Professor Lucien strides in, arms raised… and beside him stands his not-so-wife. His eyes lock on mine, and my heart lurches into a wild rhythm. "Let them go," he demands. Two more men file in behind her—the bald thug from earlier and another stranger. "I will," she sneers, "after you make the transfer." Lucien shakes his head. "You’re asking for what I can’t give. If it was money you wanted, you should’ve kidnapped my brother. He’s the one controlling the company funds.

"H-He's the CEO of Galaxy Corporation? How is that possible?" Lucy stammered out, "M-Mr. Luther, this is all a-a misunderstanding… Selena, she… she's one of our company's employees, so we were just doing an internal handover…" "An internal handover?" I sneered. Rising to my feet from Theodore's embrace, I retorted, "You tricked me into a windowless, ventless records room, then locked the door from the outside and killed the lights. Don't forget that you snatched my digital tablet and forcefully cracked the encryption on it. Lucy, is that what you would call an internal handover?"

She pressed a button and sent a message to Maverick's communication device. Lucy never liked studying; she had no interest in academics. But she possesses exceptional talent when it comes to mixing cocktails, pickpocketing, and playing chess. She was a wildly talented thief. She had managed to steal multiple items from the Royal Museum without raising any suspicions. She had a lot of valuable items in her collection now. Stealing a communication device was a piece of cake for Lucy. After she sent the message to Maverick, she began to side with Elsa. "That's right, Uncle Carl. How can you marry Violet? We already made a compromise and allowed Whitney to join the family. You're pushing your lu

Lucy I stood up, my face burning with anger and humiliation. "This is a lie!" I shouted, my voice echoing through the room. "I didn't sabotage Reina's company!" But before I could say anything else, a group of people were brought in, their faces familiar. My heart sank as I realized who they were - the ones I had paid to write the sketchy reviews. Reina's eyes locked onto mine, a triumphant smile spreading across her face. "Ah, Lucy. It seems we have proof. These individuals have confirmed that you were the one who hired them to write the fake reviews."

He asked and she nodded again, cleaning her tear – stained face. “ What are your names by the way?” “ I’m Lucy..” She answered in her small voice. “ And this is my friend Anna… we’re Omega’s” She said quietly but he heard her anyway. “ Uhmm Lucy… What were you telling your friend here..? About the woman with the orange hair?” He reminded her. Lucy quickly glanced over at Anna who nodded her head as if saying “ You better speak up, you got us into this mess in the first place.” Lucy turned to look at the Beta. He didn’t look like he was going to hurt her so there was no harm in telling him right?.