Millionaire Detective Characters Novels & Stories

Sophia forced herself to remain calm until the men finally left. Only after closing the door did she release the breath she had been holding. For a moment, she simply stood there in silence while staring at the pile of unpaid bills resting on the table. The weight of everything suddenly felt unbearable. SOPHIA MILLER never imagined that one wrong door would ruin the life she had spent years trying to hold together. The rain outside poured heavily against the dark streets of Manila, turning the city cold and restless by midnight. Inside the club, however, everything remained alive—dim lights, expensive liquor, loud laughter, and people rich enough to waste money like it meant nothing.

She scoffed, feigning annoyance, "Stop messing around! This is a serious subject, Liam…" All of a sudden, she was reminded of Mr. Miller's gaze, as well as the familiarity she found within them every time she locked eyes with him. "By the way, Liam, I can't help but feel that Mr. Miller reminds me a lot of you…" She then nonchalantly tried to change the topic by asking, "Where are you now, Liam?" Mr. Miller and Liam could not be more different—the former was an elusive billionaire, whereas the latter did not even have a dime to his name. It was unrealistic of her to even suspect that the two could be related somehow, but she could not help but feel that way.

To them_ one was always at fault. "Mr Anderson, what do you have to say regarding the allegations against you?" One reporter questioned, her tone already malicious. "Mr Anderson, is it true your wealth was acquired through illegal means and that you're in close partnership with drug dealers?" Another chimed in. "Mr Anderson, how does it make you feel being the prime target of Detective Smith?." A series of questions were thrown at me, each one carrying heavy weight and I only knew they were paid heavily for this. It was clear that someone was determined to bring about my downfall.

he asked. Eva stood still, staring at her Italian in front of him. "Yes, I am Evangelina Anderson and I am the millionaire's ugly secretary." The end.

"I ran to the lawyers and investigators you know to ask for your side regarding Felicia's disappearance because I was desperate to find her. But in my research, I found something strange," Kalixo remained silent, listening to Cedrick's words. "Don't you want to ask what it is?" "Why should I ask? I don't care--" "Kalixo Montenegro III, the second richest businessman in the world. Why does your lawyer have a mark that seems familiar to me? If he has it, surely you have it too," Kalixo furrowed his brow. "A mark?" "I searched the internet but found nothing." Kalixo sighed. "Whatever my lawyer is involved in, I have no knowledge of it. This conversation won't lead to anything."

He was one of my colleagues' idols - if I can call them that. He was a badass detective with over a thousand solved cases and over two hundred assists in other investigations. The way the man was hailed, you could liken him to an OP game character or story MC. And as much as I would like to know more about the man, especially now knowing that Melissa was his daughter; I couldn't.

Emmet replied before taking a sip from his whiskey. I looked at them but turned my focus on Anthony instead. “Tony,” I said as I sat on the empty chair beside him. “What do you know about the current scam in the news today?” Tony, better known as Anthony Silvester, is known for his luxury car business by most people. But for his friends and those on his VIP list. He was known for providing the best security service in the country. Most of those he employs are usually those who used to work as undercover agents for the government and wanted a different life.

I would be the hero who cleaned the house. ​But I’d be a lie. ​Suddenly, a shadow flickered in the store's security monitor. Someone was in the main showroom. ​My heart surged into my throat. I stood up, grabbing a heavy glass paperweight from the desk. I moved to the door, peering through the crack. ​A figure was standing by the display cases. They weren't looking for jewelry. They were looking at the floorboards—the same spot where Natty found the ledger. ​It was Arthur Sterling.

Alessandro “What the hell was that?” asked Nicola as I approached him and watched Miller like a hawk. He was a troubled billionaire who laundered money for various mafias except mine. He wanted me to put my money through his companies, but I was too smart a man to realize how much trouble that could mean. I would manage the money myself rather than some foolish thief. I don't like that scum around Chiara, Gregory said with annoyance. And as if fate fulfilled the will of my beast, Miller walked away.

Sometimes all it took was a bread crumb and he would be able to bury somebody with it. As the pair made their way to the conference room that wasn't that far from the private apartments that was kind of built more into the mountain side. They walked in and looked over the police that were sitting there. They had a few questions of their own but they were going to wait. Benton was Sure that he was going to be able to figure out exactly what was going on. All he had to do is ask a few simple questions. No one really ever wanted to make him mad or get on his bad side. Another perk to being a billionaire.