Money Heist Romane & Geschichten

"Twenty million... thirty... he has a hidden stash in a Swiss dummy corp labeled Isabella’s Trust. That’s ironic. Taking that too. Total haul is up to fifty-five million. He’s officially broke in three jurisdictions, V. He just doesn't know it yet. And guess what V? …We got some more money to fund our plans without Silas.” Antonio pulled away, his eyes glazed with a mixture of lust and triumph. He looked down at me, his hand still resting on my thigh, his chest heaving. He looked like a man who thought he had just conquered a continent. "I knew you couldn't resist me," he whispered, his ego swelling to fill the room. "The Titan of the East, brought to her knees by a Rossi." I let out a soft,

“What do I do now?” “Grab his phone and insert the drive and I will do the rest” I reached into his pockets and took out his phone, then I took the drive and connected it to his phone. It took a minute for Rheagar to tap into his phone, “Holy shit” he breathed out. “What’s wrong?” I asked nervous. “We found it, a Swiss account with over a hundreds of million in it” I felt relief to know that the money was still there, “He also used your name to open the account” Rheagar informs me, I stare back at him and I was disgusted.

“They say he buys companies just to crush them. He owns half of Makati. He… he’s ruthless.” I had laughed then, a light, dismissive sound. “You’re watching too many telenovelas, Elena. My Gus? He’s just a simple man. A bit quiet, yes, but kind. He helps old Aling Nena carry her groceries.” Elena shook her head, her eyes wide with concern. “No, Daisy. This is real. Augustus Caesar. The trillionaire. He never loses. He always gets what he wants.” A cold wave washed over me. "He always gets what he wants." The words echoed, a chilling prophecy. What did he want from me? My simple life? My simple heart? Or was it something else? Something darker, colder?

And sometimes, when you do, you suddenly realize that what you thought you wanted was never enough. You wanted something more. Something greater. Something that would shake the earth when your name is mentioned. Not just a title or a company, but something powerful. Something so massive the world itself would tremble in your presence. For me, that something was the stones. I couldn’t stop thinking about them. Even after I returned to my hotel room, the thought consumed me. I paced from wall to wall, restless. Sleep was a stranger. Could I even sleep if I tried? I remembered the show Money Heist. I wondered if I could pull off something like that. Maybe assembl

"This is the police report. The relatives he claims merely borrowed money broke into my home and stole property worth $130,000." I held up another receipt. "This is the bill I just paid for three months at the county hospital. A hospital bed costs $30 a day. Add basic medication and a nursing aide, and it comes to $200 a day." Then I held up one last document. "My monthly paycheck. I make just $3,000 a month." I looked at the police officers, then at the people filming with their phones. Every word rang through the room. "He didn't just drain me dry. He gave away my money so someone else could enjoy a honeymoon.

“The thief. They’ve been siphoning money straight from your accounts. It’s… it’s been happening for a while.” I felt my heart skip a beat. My mind was swirling, processing the words as they sank in. “How much?” “Ten million dollars,” he said bluntly, his voice low. “They’ve been draining it over the last few weeks, bit by bit, through the phone’s access. And it’s all been going unnoticed.” I felt my heart skip a beat. Such amount had been stolen from under my nose, and I had no idea. Ten million wasn’t just a number. It was shipments, payoffs, blood money. That kind of theft wasn’t just betrayal—it was war.

"I am paying you to give me a name. Who bought the ten percent?" Finn closed the folder. He looked up at me with terrified eyes. "We don't know," he whispered. The room went completely silent. I could only hear the sound of the rain hitting the thick glass windows behind me. I slowly stood up straight. "Excuse me?" "We failed, sir," he said quickly, the words rushing out of his mouth in a panic. "The digital wall is unbreakable. The money did not just come from one place. It bounced through twenty different shell companies then to Switzerland, then through a dozen crypto wallets, and finally into a blind trust."

They gathered there, hoping to recover their hard-earned money. They went all-in then, investing everything and expecting a lucrative return. However, it ended up being a total loss. "Of course, I can. Otherwise, I wouldn't even bother coming back," Henry said. John and the others approached him quickly, particularly Wayne, who asked, "Do you really have a way, Henry?" "Don't listen to his nonsense. He came from the mountain with no power or influence. What plan does he have? Furthermore, the money has already been transferred overseas, and they can't even apprehend Lewis. How can there be a solution?" Jennifer shouted.

Philip laughed coldly as if he had seen through everything. Robbie panicked. For a person who was already accustomed to a lavish and extravagant lifestyle, such hardships in prison would be absolutely unbearable—especially if such immoral acts were made known to the public. Robbie James would never be able to make a comeback! “I don’t have so much money.” With cold sweat dotting his forehead, he finally lowered his head. Philip simply shook his head gently and said, “Swiss bank account 0683 has a deposit of exactly one billion. I think Mr. James should know to whom this bank account belongs.”

I smirked in satisfaction as Taylor approached me. When I shifted my gaze to Mr. Ken, his eyebrows were furrowed in seriousness. "Open those suitcases and show Mr. Ken my gift, Taylor," I ordered Taylor. Taylor then opened the two suitcases as I had instructed. Revealing a stack of neatly bound cash. The total amount was $400,000,000. I saw Mr. Ken’s face go wide-eyed, his mouth agape in disbelief, and he swallowed hard. As his nickname suggests: The Money-Hungry Man. Just look at his gleaming eyes after facing a pile of hundreds of millions of dollars.