Money Heist Novels & Stories

That year, when my foster father secretly reviewed the company accounts, he discovered that the man was highly suspected of embezzling company funds. Vicky had neither mentioned any of this to me, nor had she warned her father to stop.

while my mind refused every attempt to quiet itself. My life had been running on autopilot for weeks, maybe longer. I couldn't remember the last time I'd actually rested....the last time I'd felt like the woman I used to be, before all of this. Then it hit me, clean and complete: Daniel hadn't only taken my money, my marriage, my son. He'd taken my peace. My joy. Whatever version of me had existed before I learned exactly what he was. I hated him for that more than for anything else he'd done.

Once he gets out of here, Matthias planned to find whoever is behind this kidnapper and make them pay for it. He tried to control his breathing when the man pressed the knife against his cheek. The man lowered himself on his haunches, pouting slightly as he sighed. "Money. Don't make me repeat myself. You should have known better than to steal from my brother, from us. We trusted you. Yet you betrayed us." Steal? Steal what? Matthias Asher Whitlock would never steal money. He was the gold maker. Having owned a multi-trillionaire empire that he inherited from his grandparents, he wasn't short of money.

Blood and bone paint the wall behind him. The other six old men are statues carved from ice. "She's not dead," I say, my voice calm as a frozen lake. I place the still-smoking gun on the polished wood. "Any other questions?" The room is dead silent. "Keep looking," I say, standing up. "Use every resource we have." After the meeting, I go back to my office. A report from the world's top hacking team is on my desk. They found a lead: three hours before the explosion, someone transferred thirty million dollars from a Swiss bank.

"He’s currently the most investigated man in the country." Silas stepped forward, placing a heavy, warm hand on my shoulder. His grip was firm, a silent acknowledgement of the kill. "The IRS will tie his hands," Silas said, "but they won't finish him. They’ll take his money, but I want his soul. You’ve paralyzed him, Valencia. Now, let’s go fetch the girl while he’s busy explaining eighty million dollars to a room full of federal agents." I stood up, the adrenaline humming in my veins. The heist was over. The rescue was next.

“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?

"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.

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.

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.