Money Heist Book Novels & Stories

The day Victor Moretti told me he was the Sicilian Don's heir, he also handed me a bill for everything he had spent on me over the years. "Elena, the Family will never let a woman who came to me for money become its next Donna." He pushed the ledger across the table to me. From the hot dogs we shared when we first got together to the condoms we used the first time we slept together. From the mattress-cleaning bill he had fronted to the hospital bill for my miscarriage. Thirty-seven thousand five hundred dollars in total. Every single item, down to the cent. I looked at the man I had loved for five years, swallowed the taste of blood rising in my throat, and kept my voice low. "I have to set

Valentino was wide-eyed in shock that even himself, who had just suffered a loss of one hundred billion, was a bit dazed especially since these two didn't seem as rich as him but could spend a huge amount of money for their freedom. "Where did they get that kind of money?" Valentino couldn't believe it because even though the two men also had quite successful businesses, that amount of money was not small for them. "Valen, Bara owned the illicit business before and we also don't know where he kept the money. It could be that he keeps his money abroad in someone else's name or I don't know what is clear that he is indeed quite rich, you could say that his wealth is almost half of his current

, Joseph said gesturing with his arms for me to take a look. I turned to Elijah and gave him my book that I had been talking notes in before taking a seat at the computer in front of me. I read over the code which was written in Japanese. The code was all correct, and like the employee had mentioned there was no hack into our system. Not that anyone could hack into our system because I had created the firewall which changed the coding every thirty seconds.

Clearing my throat, I sat on the edge of the table facing Rowena and asked, “Why would someone get their head cut off?” She handed me a stock of books, and as I opened them, I saw that it was the pack's accounting books. At first, everything seemed fine, but upon closer inspection, I noticed that some of the money was being withdrawn in small amounts to go unnoticed. Putting the books back on the table, I face the men who are there to give me advice and make sure the pack goes smoothly, but instead, they are the ones creating more trouble for me. “So, will the money get back into the accounts, or will you guys turn out like your friend?” I ask them with an edge in my voice.

He felt so much love that he didn’t want to return home, but he knew he had to. “Alright, we have to let him get back to the hotel,” said Shiho. “I will walk him downstairs and watch him leave the building,” said Xavier. At that moment, each of his brothers took out money cards worth ten million each and handed them to Dylan. “No, I can’t accept so much,” Dylan said. Ethan laughed. “Yes, you can. You are a Yung, and your pocket change should never be less than twenty million—and that’s being broke! Hahaha.”

He had wondered what had brought in that much money. Suddenly, he recalled all the times Cecilia was so focused on her phone, and would jump when he came around. Everything he’d dismissed, and ignored because it looked like nothing. The fact that she had gotten an invitation here, in the first place, and was closing in on Brittany. “It’s not a coincidence.” He mumbled. Every impossible detail suddenly fit together perfectly. Miss Fortune. The money launderer who had cleaned billions him. The person he’d trusted with fortunes without ever seeing their face.

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"Do you want to talk about the bottle or do you want to talk about your money?" I wanted to scream. Wanted to grab that bottle and smash it against the wall. But I just stood there. Fists clenched. Jaw tight. "Fine. Where is my money?" "I invested it." "What?" "Okay, first it was stolen. By Ernesto." "Stolen?" And who the hell is Ernesto?!

At the head of the table, the seat reserved for the CEO remained empty—until the double doors flung open with a soft but forceful thud. Christian Blake stepped in with John by his side. His gaze swept across the table with a quiet fury that didn’t need words. Everyone immediately fell silent. He didn’t sit. Instead, he placed a thick manila file in front of him and remained standing. John took a quiet place near the window, arms folded, silently observing. Christian looked around the room like a lion gauging his pride. “We’re not here to exchange pleasantries,” he began, voice low but sharp. “A significant amount of company money, has disappeared. Millions.”

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