Money Heist Novels & Stories

Cole said and he started to spell the numbers again for Dean. "Why? Who's the owner?" Cole asked curiously and he put it on loudspeaker. "Allan Santos, the person that you gave us is a drug lord in Miami. He and Tanner apprently have business together." "And.. the money?" "It goes to a man by the name Tiago and it's a bank in Swiss. You have to go to Swiss the day after tomorrow to get that money back." "That easy?" Cole asked completely surprised. "They just arrested Tiago in Germany and they were suspicious about the sudden 50 million dollars in his account.. so you will get that money back."

“I’m sorry you have to go through this. Rio, the stupid guy who brought a fifty to save you, was never there. They have to believe it was a gang rivalry and you’re just caught in the line of fire. You went there to give the ransom money they asked for Maya. Nico took care of the money in your account.” In everything he said, that last line caught my attention. “M-money?” “Don’t argue.” “H-how much?” “Two hundred.” “Thousand?” he replied with a nod. My head spun as I breathed a sigh of disbelief. “Please tell me this is all for a show.”

"We made a few mistakes during the heist. We didn’t get all the money, and Capheus was injured." "Does the Don know?" Marvin asked from the backseat. "Of course he knows," Macholo snapped. "But he’s giving us a chance to make it right." Silence fell over the car as they approached their meeting spot; an old warehouse on the borders of town. They parked in the shadows, turning off their headlights. Macholo and his team carried the duffel bags of money toward the warehouse, knocking three times on the door, as agreed.

Amounts that shouldn’t be missing. I didn’t move. I didn’t react— at least not outwardly. But inside, something cold and hard had settled in my chest. Then I saw the total, finalized at the bottom of the screen. $170,000,000. Gone. Not in one move. Not even in a coordinated sequence. Just scattered in fragments, hidden in plain sight. Someone had stolen from me. Repeatedly. And whoever had done this, was a very smart thief. The operations were slow, deliberate and carefully planned.

"I would like to work for York Group! Please give me a chance!" Millie exclaimed. I was almost convinced that my ears were playing tricks on me when I heard her request. "Are you sure? The Jensens still owe me five million dollars, but you want to work at my company?" I couldn't wrap my head around Millie's request, which further solidified my theory that the fake heiress of the Jensen family operated differently than the rest of her family. Every move that she made was completely unpredictable.

Their master had said he's afraid some hackers or country will be able to detect them of they played for a long time . Next week will be the end of their operations for making a big profits from the overseas stocks and their country stocks market. Them they had to lay down for few months . No one except them , Adrian hackers team know their master had gathered tenths of trillion of Yuan in his ten bank accounts and tenths of billions of dollars in his three overseas bank accounts . But they knew the money are for the company's accounts and to fills up the company and its branches accounts and to cover up many holes of tents of project in the country and in the overseas.

"Call the cops? Go ahead." I pulled out my phone and handed it to him. "You have me arrested, and the whole city instantly finds out Cassandra ditched her marriage and hired a body double." "The great heir to the Sinclair Group, played for a fool by a knockoff this whole time." "I've even got the headline ready: 'SHOCKER: Billionaire Heir Falls Victim to Body-Double Honey Trap. Is This the Twisting of Human Nature, or the Collapse of All Morality?!'" Julian took a deep breath, the vein on his forehead twitching.

I snarled, feeling like I was going crazy. Three hundred million dollars was nothing compared to my wealth but it was a lot to be considering the fact that it was about to be taken illegally by a bunch of criminals who I wanted to haunt down and strangle with my bare hands. He remained silent for a moment, typing away on his phone before turning to me. "I just figured out where they are. They were so stupid to not even hide their true location properly. I guess they're so obsessed with the money that they didn't realise that they had to cover up their tracks."

Now, it no longer belonged to me. Before leaving, I called my lawyer. “Mr. Lane, has everything been arranged?” “Yes, Ms. Rivers. The funds have been transferred to your account. Your passport is ready, and the property in Swizor has been secured. Everything is in order.” I nodded, feeling a strange peace settle in my chest. “All right. Thank you. I’m leaving now.” The moment I ended the call, I saw a news headline flashing across my phone screen. [Mafia boss Zayn Levine is a total hen-pecked husband!]

“One of these days, I was balancing his account books when I overheard two men who came to seek him out for an important business, speaking. A secret agency in the government was planning a sweep out because they were being targeted by the FBI. About four hundred billion dollars was going to be moved offshore. Now they were not going to tell the guy I balanced his account the full story. Just bits of it to gain help from him. So I told him when they left. He was so stunned by my loyalty, he decided I'd get a healthy percentage once he found a way to get everything. I provided a way out. On the day the deal went down, I was with him. He was stunned by how well I handled a gun. I'm not going t