Lucy Torres Clepto Novels & Stories

I was nervous because he might have heard what Ales and I were talking about if he had been inside earlier. "We have found the person who stole the money from the company… Leila Jones."

Few weeks later! "Did the small machine work perfectly?" He inquired as he settled in the comfy seat. Clearlake Livingston, a mafia boss and one of the few people l trusted the most owned a private company that dealt in microchips and phone trackers. A serious and fearless businessman he was! I had bought into his idea of ensuring that l monitored whatever Charlotte was doing using her phone including her location. "Yeah... Am so grateful for your advise. My men got up with her in time and the rest as you know..." I paused as he smiled before laughing at me.

— the little girl smiled and looked at Luciana. -That seems perfect to me. Daddy give him your number, so he can contact me — Santiago smiled, while he shook his head. He took out of her bag a card with her personal number and gave it to Luciana who accepted it and with a nod walked away from her to her office. Santiago sighed before turning around and saying goodbye to Ronald, who was looking at him with a big smile.

Margaret was across from them, her face sharp with determination, and Joshua, though bruised and pale, sat straight-backed as if refusing to show weakness before Lucy. The doors opened. Lucy walked in like she owned the air they all breathed. Her heels clicked against the polished floor, her dress immaculate, her smile calm, controlled, a queen entering her throne room. She didn’t spare Ginny a glance as she took her seat at the head of the table. The board members murmured faintly, unsure, restless. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Lucy began, her voice dripping with authority. “I called this emergency meeting because the estate is under threat from a girl blinded by greed. Ginny Taylor has been for

It seemed today was turning out to be a day to do radical things. “Do it again?” Abbey stood back and surveyed Lucy’s cheeky pixie-like face in the moonlight. “I can’t!” As soon as she said it, Abbey knew it was a lie. “Why not? Wasn’t it any good?” Lucy’s eyes glinted in the semi-dark fifth-floor office. She’d gotten the keys off the building supervisor—someone she’d slept with a few months ago, probably on the promise that she’d do it again soon, Abbey presumed.

“Check the entertainment pages.” I put him on speaker and opened my browser. The headlines loaded one after another like a series of small detonations. Adrian Cole Mystery Fiancée — Gold Digger or Cinderella? From Broken Engagement to Billionaire — The Calculated Rise of Lucy Vale. Lucy Vale a Gold Digger— Who Manipulated The CEO Into a Hasty Engagement After Her Failed Relationship. They uploaded everything. Raphael. The broken engagement. My father’s medical bills — reframed with surgical cruelty to paint a picture of desperation.

“How dare you accuse me, little girl? These are baseless lies. I will sue this company into oblivion if you continue this nonsense.” Aiden’s expression darkened. After the meeting, he dragged Lucy into his office. “What the hell was that?” he hissed. “Mr. Rogers is our biggest client. One more stunt like that and you’re fired, Lucy. Do you understand? Fired.” Lucy held her ground. “He’s stealing from us, Aiden. I have proof.” “Fix it,” he warned coldly." That night, armed with fresh evidence, Lucy drove to Aiden’s villa. The bodyguard let her in after she insisted it was urgent. He led her to a room. Dark.

After the few rough days I’ve had, the last thing I need is this kind of problem. “Please, let’s check the cameras she’s talking about. I need what happened to the necklace to come to light. You know why.” Lucy tells me, her gaze pleading. I know what she’s talking about, or at least, I think I do. She doesn’t want her parents to find out that she's been accused of stealing after the chance they gave her. “Alright, then. Go and get the footage from there.” I tell the security guy, who hurries away to do just that, and soon, we’re watching the footage.

“Alright, I’ve got something. The transfers went exactly where your mother said—to a Swiss bank. The first deposit cleared about a year ago, then again a few weeks ago, and one final time just a few days back.” “And?” She hesitated. “And the account was emptied almost immediately after each deposit. Like, within minutes. Whoever owns it is either very paranoid or very practiced.” I clenched my fists. “Do we know who owns it?” She glanced at me, her expression dark. “Yeah. You’re not going to like it.” “Tell me.” “It’s Lucy.” The name hit me like a punch to the chest. I blinked. “Lucy? As in… Louis’s mother?”

“I need everything. Hotel hallway footage. Private security feeds. I want to know who had access to the room, to the wine, to the press. Someone staged this.” “You think she was in on it?” “I don’t know,” I said tightly. “That’s why I need you.” Eli was the best PI I’d ever hired. If someone planted something, he’d find it. And if someone had used me or her as a pawn, he’d burn the entire plan to the ground. I hung up and dropped onto the couch, scrolling through the chaos again. A photo of Lucy with her eyes half-closed, her shoulders bare and looking panicked, was used on almost every news outlet. They were accusing her of being a gold-digger, a social climber, a one-night stand who had fo