Money Heist Novels & Stories

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

HANA TEN DAYS LATER "How much are you going to steal?" He asked me directly on the phone. Of course, he is Cillian Sebastian Merrick. I couldn't just hack everything. I need to level up my game. I need more practice. There is no seriousness in his tone and I couldn't say there is no emotion either. "A one hundred and thousand euros." I sighed. "I still can't make you bankrupt with that, can I?" I heard him chuckle. Bash chuckled!! But I didn't get to see that. I will go to these call recordings again to hear that once more. There is a pause and he didn't say anything.

I asked. "I'm good too. Listen, I got some good news for you guys. I was able to hack into the system of the Italian Mafia bank, and I transferred a huge amount of money into our account." Liam and I exchanged a look and chuckled. We both knew how dangerous it was to mess with the Mafia's money, and Matt had just pulled off a huge heist. "Are you serious?" Liam asked, his voice filled with disbelief. Matt chuckled, "Yeah, I'm serious. You should see the look on their faces right now. They have no idea what hit them."

“I want to see if he breaks. Or if he runs.” Salvatore’s grin was slow and sharp. “You’re baiting him.” “I’m exposing him.” Ghost’s screen pinged again a sharp, urgent tone. He froze. “Matteo…” His voice dropped. “There’s more.” Another window opened encrypted messages, timestamps, financial transfers. Cedric leaned in. “What is that?” Finn’s fingers flew across the keys. “Money. A lot of it. Someone’s been bankrolling Hector for months.” Ghost zoomed in on the sender.

I asked as I put the phone on speaker so that Phoebe could listen to the conversation. “Stashed funds in a Swiss bank account” he responded “How much?” I inquired *One hundred and fifty” he replied “One hundred and fifty thousand dollars?” He gave a small laugh before he responded “one hundred and fifty million dollars” What the fuck!

"You knew the truth, and you still chose to let everyone believe I was stealing." His face collapsed. "At the time, I..." "You were very clear-headed at the time. You knew the Raven Club was not company property. You knew the floor belonged to the Moretti Trust. You knew Landon Capital came through my family office. You knew the expenses never touched corporate accounts." With every sentence, his head sank lower. "But you signed the notice, docked the money, took my card, and handed my clients to an intern because you thought I would stay quiet."

He grabbed my face in his hands, his grip possessive. ​"We aren't going for her, Princess. We’re going because the vault key is embedded in her jewelry—the gold necklace she never takes off. Without it, we can't unlock the final stage of the transfer. We have the fifty million, but the other five hundred greedy neck." ​I looked at him, the reality of the game sinking in. This wasn't just a rescue mission. It was a heist. ​"Then let's go get our money," I said, my voice hardening into something formidable.

He was confused on how they found out already. Max didn't see that coming. He did everything so perfectly that no one will find out so soon. His heart began to race, seeing that he had put himself in a very big mess. He has crafted everything that no one will know, but it has been detected in just hours. “Five million dollars? That's a very huge amount of money. How could this happen?” He asked. "Who stole the money?" He was asking as if he didn't know anything about it. So that no one will even suspect him.

Billboards were not cheap and to prolong this for at least two months could cost millions. "Mi-Miss K-Kingston", he stutters. "How much Joseph", I narrow my eyes glaring at my fries in front of me. "Three million dollars". I close my eyes in pure agitation and run my hand through my hair as I let out a deep breath. I could tell the others at the table were curious. They were practically leaning in to hear the conversation from the other side of the line. I couldn't let them find out my identity, so I switched to French knowing that Joseph could understand.