Mike Teller Novels & Stories

said Tikhon. “My name is Miguel Brown. I am a mechanic. Last night I received a packet and a letter while I was working late in my garage. I don’t know who kept it there or how. I didn’t see anyone. I never even felt a presence. Somehow a pocket with some money and a letter was inside and a burner phone. You can check my pocket for that phone,” said Miguel.

“As sure as I’ll ever be.” He squeezed her hand once, and she gave him a soft, grateful smile. Their driver took a turn onto the lakeside road, the city slowly giving way to the quieter outskirts where her parents lived. — At that exact moment, across the city— Mike sat at his desk, scrolling absently through the latest business news when a headline caught his eye. “Private But Powerful:E International’s Adrian Blackwood Breaks His Silence in Exclusive Feature.” He almost didn’t click. Almost. But something tugged at him—and when he opened the article, it wasn’t the interview that made his breath catch.

“I myself made close to 4.6 million last year. And we receive 25 percent commission on average, but the cases we receive are all hard ones, or we would be making more.” “4.6 million isn’t small at all.” “Compared to the billionaires, it’s just chicken feed,” Mike replied. “I spent almost a million dollars to maintain my job. After you remove the taxes, I won’t be left with much.” Elena couldn’t quite disagree this time. “If you don’t mind me asking, who’s next on your list, sir?” Mike curiously asked. “Holly Williams,” Adrian said. Mike was surprised but in an underwhelmed way. “The famous painter? But she’s disappeared for the past six months. We couldn’t find her. I think you should look f

"You bastard! You were fine sleeping with me, but now you won't own up to it?!" Mike's expression darkened. "Watch your mouth." The air around him shifted, no longer cold and detached but heavy with hostility. He was dangerous. Cathy paled and trembled. She didn't dare step closer. Instead, she turned and fled, crying as she disappeared into the crowd. The onlookers whispered among themselves. "Isn't that Dr. Tyler from the hospital? Always looked so righteous… turns out he's a mess." "Dr. Tyler? He got fired months ago. I heard he's drowning in debt and working at a bar as a waiter now."

He nodded to Heather and the woman removed a suitcase from behind the door and placed it on the table in the room and opened, Mike's eyes widened when he saw neat piles of dollars carefully placed in the bag. “This is a million dollars and it is all yours if you do as you are told, I know that you are struggling financially, you don’t want me to list out your sick mother, your due rent, your college loans as few of them so I won’t mention it,” he told him and the man swallowed the lump in his throat. “Now that we have it in her, we would go to the club now, it is about time we had some fun,” Oliver said and Mike stared at both Oliver and Heather who were smiling with wide eyes.

Nathan replied. "Ha ha ha, my law firm hasn't run out of funds yet, Bro. It doesn't need Mr. Nathan's money yet," Mike responded, laughing. He was a top lawyer who owned a reputable and well-respected law firm. "So what's in return?" Nathan asked. "I want to eat my sister-in-law's cooking daily," Mike answered, smiling. "Shit! What do you think she's your maid?" Nathan grumbled. "Well, I'll just find another law firm."

Mike was the first to speak up. "Are you aware of what you've gotten yourself into? Why would Aiden Reiner, an extremely powerful man, help you? You don't even know who he is, do you? "Mike expressed his dissatisfaction in a frustrated tone. Then he ruffled his sandy brown hair with his fingers. "Don't do this Sydney, call him right now and tell him the deal is off. He has you trapped." Mike expressed his disappointment in a forlorn tone.

“Not yet. We need one night to just...be. Last week was perfect. Tonight can be more perfect.” Mike’s skeptical look had nearly broken him. Truth be told, he just wasn’t ready to look into Laura’s sweet face and declare he was a billionaire. That Mike was, too. Oh, yeah, we lied about this one little thing...we make more money than most major movie stars do in a career. Only we make it per year. You’ll never have to worry about money again with us.

Rachel said. “That guy was such a tool,” Maria said. “He wasn’t even a good liar. It only took Mike and I about five minutes to discover he wasted all of his own money at the casino. He hasn’t even lived in the same state as you, Hazel, ever in his life.” “Wait,” I said, stopping them before they could continue. “Maria, what are you talking about, Mike and I?” “They’re on again,” Rachel said, sipping her wine. That didn’t surprise me. What I didn’t understand was, “You guys are debunking the rumors about me?”

Rayner hugged Evelyn and patted her back which made Evelyn smile devilishly in her heart. Rayner went to the prison where Mike was locked up. He punched Mike several times as soon as he saw him. "HOW DARE YOU!! YOU BASTARD!!! WHERE DID YOU TAKE MY SON'S DEAD BODY?? WHEREEEEE! !!" Rayner screamed still without stopping his punches on Mike. The police just stood and watched because no matter how much they feel sorry for Mike, the one beaten him was no other than THE WOLDS MOST BILLIONAIRE.... RAYNER MILLER.