Millionaire Detective Characters Novels & Stories

Legs crossed, posture loose, like he had the room by its throat. Liam Miller — the spoiled, sadistic son of Edward Miller, Corrupt billionaire. Human trafficker. Cartel financier. He was born with a silver syringe and a blood-soaked spoon. I’d been meaning to slit his throat for the better part of a decade, but unfortunately, it wasn’t yet politic to do so. He smiled lazily at Caelen — at my Caelen — like he was bidding on him and not the damn painting. “Four million,” came a voice next to him — smooth, Southern, with a steel edge.

He still tried to justify himself to me. "I already told you, don't dare touch them!" I reaffirmed. "You're defending these little women when you don't even know where they came from?" The detective provoked me. "Who told you I don't know? You're the one who's poorly informed. Let me make the introductions. Catherine Miller, Samantha Martin, Melissa Larson. Notice anything? Miller, Martin, and Larson? Three of the country's largest fortunes! But of course, you already know Olivia Blanco, a model for the world's biggest brands, a star who landed in this town for your privilege. So, detective, even if I didn't have anything against you, do you really want to pick a fight with these families? T

Despite everything – the attack, the threatening message, Emily's warning, I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. What kind of secrets was he hiding? And more importantly, was I ready to find out? "Acadia? Are you still there?" Emily's voice brought me back to our conversation. "Yeah, sorry. What exactly did you find?" I walked back to my room as I spoke, needing privacy for this conversation. Emily lowered her voice. "His family... they're connected to some serious underground operations. I'm talking money laundering, blackmail, corporate espionage. But here's the weird part, Dante seems to be the only clean one."

Detective Kelvin said. "Do you realize who you are talking to? You go about having sex with a suspect and you are here making suggestions, why didn't you suggest to yourself not to be involved in that immoral, unethical and unprofessional act." George Roland said. "And do you know that you are talking to a Detective? Not just an ordinary police officer. I deserve my respect." Detective Kelvin said. "You are talking to a billionaire CEO, the heir of Mr Roland. Not just an ordinary person, but an influential man with power and connections at high places. I deserve respect also." George Roland responded.

I asked Lia repeatedly, I felt lazy that I had to call her affectionately, but this was my form of trying to get her treasure. "Sir, open the door I want to enter the car and tell that person to come in, of course you and your friend will also come with us inside" Lia said, why did Lia call me "that person", did Lia already know all of my scandals? behind? This could be bad, I might not get the treasure, I have to find a way, if by killing I can get everything, I will do it happily, for years I tortured her and even locked her in the house but Lia never cheated, I admit I wrong buthow else? I still love Mila, my girlfriend in high school, until she finally chose another man who is very rich,

There are locked doors. "Are you finding something?" I jumped with a squeal hearing him. I spun sharply, my big eyes glued to him. It's him. How could I trust Willow and sign myself up for this? He's the famous, successful billionaire, most eligible bachelor. He's not just that. He's the mafia. He's tall and looks very strong, his suit fits him perfectly. His amber eyes stare at me. They're beautiful and dangerous at the same time. He's sinfully handsome.

“I’ve been in problems my entire life.” And for the first time, she saw it. Not the billionaire. Not the powerful man. But someone is hunted by unseen forces. That night, Maria couldn’t sleep. She thinks of his eyes. Of the tension in his voice. Of the way anger seemed to cover something far more fragile. The morning was not a funny one; it came with striking news Billionaire CEO accused of a closed murder Her phone rang nonstop. Messages. Missed calls. Whispers that travel through the air like poison.

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.

I wonder, though, how mature she could be at her age? If all I'd wanted were a quick fuck it wouldn't matter that she was three months short of eighteen. I would just go for it, slake my lust, and be done, but I felt the need for something more. My every instinct screamed at me to tread carefully. I always follow my instincts, and that's why I am where I am at such a young age. Old money might have been my foundation, but what I did with what I had is what makes me a force to be reckoned with. Her father is a high-ranking cop in their small town on the outskirts of the city. I wonder why she was coming here for school then? They had to have a school where she lived.

But she knew Annabel best enough, as a never giving up person. However, Annabel gave her a no kinda looks, then she got up and went to the wardrobe to pick the dress she would wear to the party. “And Less I forget, Nasha, I heard the detective is very wealthy and his father is a major shareholder in the top-tier companies in London. I don’t know how you feel about him but if the feelings become clear, I think you should take it slow, don’t rush into him and you know how these rich people usually are.