Millionaire Detective Characters Novels & Stories

On the back his debtor had scrawled, Where’s my fucking money. That’s the hole he was in when he had a hunch about me, a vague idea that I might be hiding something. So he started doing a little poking around, not really going out of his way. A totally blank credit report was the first red flag. A driver’s license granted just five years ago was the second. Finally a birth certificate issued in Kentucky when he was certain he’d heard just the hint of New York in my accent. Detective Harrison was the kind of man who noticed how much things were worth: our house on the beach, the ring on my finger, the secret I had to keep. He did a little calculating and decided to take a gamble, as he was wo

If you're wondering how I became a detective, I would gladly tell the story. *Jane's Back Story* My full name is Jane Crook Watson but I only use the first and last of my name. And also that's why Maria called me Detective Crook. Anywise since I'm in high school, I am very fond of solving riddles and reading mystery books like Sherlock Holmes, Geronimo Stilton, and many more. Let's say I did a little bit of advanced studying during my high school days which leads me to excel in my college days. To cut the story short, I graduated as the top student in our class with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice and applied for police officer training. The agility test was the hardest part of the t

This man, one of the most well-known multi-billionaires was sitting here, munching sweets like it was normal, and offering me a job like it was nothing. Did billionaires behave like this? Weren’t they supposed to be serious, hard to approach, hidden in offices with assistants doing all the talking? Why was this one following me around convenience stores and stealing my food? Billionaires. He was such a contradiction I wasn’t sure if he was real. “These noodles are good!” he exclaimed suddenly, dragging me back to reality. “That is my food!” I snapped, staring at him in betrayal. My noodles. My last comfort of the day. Meanwhile, the plastic wrappers of his sweets were already empty, abandone

Clarke shook off every sign of worry on his face because he knew it would seem suspicious for a boss to worry so much about his secretary. "Are you sure, Mr. Ford?" "Please think again," freeman smiled, smoothing his ponytail. Something about the billionaire was a little distinct. "I'm very sure, detective," Clarke returned the gesture. Clarke didn't mean to lie; if for anything, he wants Georgia to be found, but he couldn't risk his career and the circumstances of his wife knowing. "Okay then," he looked at his wristwatch, grabbed his book, and stood up immediately. "Thanks for your time, Mr," Freeman said and stepped out with the policemen and Grace.

The hallway was long and lined with memories I didn’t belong in and at the end of it, behind a pair of dark wooden doors, sat Tyler Johnson, who filled the room with his presence despite only occupying a seat. His eyes were grey, sharp and alive with scrutiny, he scanned me the way a father sizes up the woman who might carry his legacy forward. “So you’re the girl Frey’s been hiding,” he said, voice like dry gravel. I managed a small, polite smile. “It’s an honour to meet you, Mr Johnson.” His gaze narrowed, studying my face like he was trying to read a hidden agenda in my eyes. “You seem… grounded. Not one of those empty-headed heiresses he used to chase around. I take it you're not in it f

I distinctly remember the veins bulging out of his muscular forearms as he spoke. I get goosebumps just thinking back on that day when he asked for my number. I always knew I would only ever marry someone that I knew for certain was my soulmate, but when I found out that Sean was a billionaire and the President of a large multimedia group, I really thought I’d hit the jackpot. But I definitely never wanted to rely on anyone financially because my independence matters to me, and I really love my job working with animals as a veterinarian. I’m pretty sure I have the perfect life.

She can't help herself they just bring back bad memories for me. Towards the end of the night the evening had died down only a few people where left In the restaurant. She makes myself a cup of tea and sits at the bar and drinks it waiting till the diners all leave. All of a sudden she felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up turning around seeing the detective staring at her, he pulled out a bar stool and sat down and said to her " I'm sorry if I'm staring at you but you look really familiar, I don't know where I've seen you but I feel as though I now you, or maybe you look like someone I just can't figure it out". I smile at him and nod my head bring my hair down to cover the s

Mike intentionally provoked Orlando just to get on his bad side, unluckily for him Orlando was prepared and refused to let anyone bring out the real Orlando Ivan Chester in him. PLEASE NOTE: LOVING REX ANGELO WILL BE FINISHED FIRST FOLLOWED BY BILLIONAIRE SPY. LORENA {MY CEO BABY} WILL BE ON HOLD UNTIL AFTER BOTH BOOKS ARE COMPLETED INDIVIUALLY.

Monday (6:19AM)’ THERE'LL BE A STORY ABOUT THEIR CHILDREN, TRISTAN AND INDY. TITLE: “WILL YOU MARRY MY GROOM?” WYMMG might start this week or next week. And yes, Imogen, Hames, Kade, Lila, and other characters from this book will be mentioned in the book, and the update will definitely be faster than this one. Thanks to everyone who read Millionaire's Hot Secretary till the end, and to everyone who has always commented on this book. Your comments have always been a motivation for me. I love you all so much, more than you can ever imagine.

The man standing behind him looked younger with at least twenty years gap, they almost looked like father and son. “Good afternoon, I am Detective Mikson and this is my assistant Warwick and I am the detective working on the Murders in the Miller hotel but it turns out it is not only the hotel but even a company building. Where next Mr Miller? Your house? The King's house?” The detective inquired with a hint of amusement and seriousness and his assistant who was standing behind him also chuckled without looking at the Millers as they were standing to Lydia side by side.