Money Heist Novels & Stories

Breakfast was filled with Vincenzo staring at me and me blushing every time I looked up at him. I also found out the reason the Italian Don is here. Apparently, the Russians have been stealing shipments from then. The Russians have always wanted power and money, so them stealing million dollor shipments would get them what they want. They start off stealing and then excalates to war, and that's why the Italians are here because they want to war. -----

She really was there, watching, her gaze shifting between us, silent but demanding answers. "What’s going on?" she muttered, and when no one responded, she demanded, "¡¿Dije qué está pasando?!" With a small smirk at me, Diego shouted back, "His money got stolen—a certain twenty thousand. You know anything about that?" Mum gasped. "Myles..." "Not now, Mum!" "But she has questions, Myles." Diego snickered, eyeing me. "Ready to drop the act so she can see? Explain how you got twenty thousand?"

He thought he was a master manipulator, but he was just a drowning man flailing in the water, pulling everyone down with him. "I have to play along, Mr. Miller," I murmured, leaning back in my leather chair. "For now. But don't worry. It won't end well from here." I looked at the banking screen one last time. Eighteen million dollars gone. Handed over to a hacker to cover up a failed heist. It made my blood boil to see my hard-earned money thrown away on criminals, but I forced myself to close the tab. Let it go, Aria. It’s the price of the trap.

Hoseong said, 'Prepare for it'. TaeHwan smiled and said, 'Today, Leo is going to cry'. Hoseong smiled and Sang got a message. He informed them that Minho had completed the mission in Dubai and he was coming back. Hoseong nodded with honour. Leo transferred their trillions of dollars into the ship because they wanted to do money laundering at the Cape Town, But unfortunately, they had no idea that tigers were going to destroy their precious money. The ship was coming from the frontline.

Hector took a deep breath, clenching his teeth. "But … that's all I know. I don't know anything else. I don't even know who wired the 300 thousand to me. The money is all in my account. After the job, they promised to send me off with another 300 thousand! I've told you everything. Take the money. I don't want it anymore. Please, don't kill me," he begged. Maisie raised her brow slightly and looked at Igor. "Take note of all of this. Find out who sent the money and trace the IP address."

VINCENT MOREAU With them, our first big play was a heist. It was not the kind New York was used to, and the target was a man who laundered money for half the city’s elite. His security was top-notch with every kind of security that could be thought of—from biometrics to secure firewalls and armed guards. We were hard pressed to find a weakness to prod, but I figured it out anyway. His arrogance and the number of skeletons he had hidden in his cupboard.

Hunter stole a glimpse at the men and asked, “Who are you people? What do you want? If you want money, no problem. The Stoermer family is not short of money. Just tell us the amount, and we will offer you right away.” The man fell into silence for a while and said, “One trillion dollars. If you could take it out, I will release everyone here immediately!” “A trillion dollars, why don’t you commit a robbery instead?” Hunter retorted angrily. “We are robbing right now, did you just find out?” The man laughed. As he spoke, many people next to him roared with laughter. Another helicopter flew over at the moment. The man who spoke previously said, “The chief is here.”

"What do you mean, empty?" ​"Zero," Luis said, turning the screen to show him. "Insufficient funds. The transfer from Zurich_Holdings was rejected." ​Hector stared at the screen. The vein in his neck bulged. ​He looked back at me. The shiv was still in his hand, but the intent had changed. It wasn't a contract killing anymore. Now, it was confusion. ​"Where's the money?" Hector growled, stepping closer. ​"Gone," I said. "I dissolved it. My father is broke, Hector. He can't pay you. He can't pay your lawyers. He can't pay your commissary."

"Mr. Reid, our brother has already died. The little money you gave is definitely not enough. You have to compensate for my brother's life." If Lena were here, she would definitely recognize this sound. It is one of the kidnappers who were going to abduct her today. Hayden sneered, "Is five million enough? Aren't you about to go through security check soon? Don't worry, the money has already been transferred to an overseas account, so don't come back again." The man stopped talking. Five million, enough to buy a life, let alone they were gangsters, lives were already worthless.

The first file made me laugh coldly—Vito Rossi, the man who constantly talked about family honor, was actually a thief lining his own pockets. Under the pretense of expanding Warehouse Three, he withdrew eight million euros from the family's public account in four separate transfers. Through complex money laundering channels, all that money ended up in a secret Swiss account. And the account holder? Isabella's mother.