Money Heist Novels & Stories

He nodded frantically, sweat dripping down his temples. “Yes. That’s all I know. He paid us to do everything. To hack accounts, to forge scandals, to leak them to tabloids, to—” His words came out in a rush. “He also… he also made us steal money. Seventy million dollars.” My eyes narrowed. “From where?” “A bank account. He gave the details. We pulled it off and transferred it where he wanted.” “Where?” His lips trembled. “Aurora Smith. That’s the name on the account.”

Justino explained, “Is the money mine, can I have access to the money?“ Ethan asked, “As you can see, the documents are two different one, the other bank documents that was In your name Is my money, my hard earned money, the money that I was jailed for, I really work hard to make that money” Justino said while tears streaming down from his eyes, “This money Is huge dad, the first one Is twenty five billion dollars, and the second one Is just ten billion dollars” Ethan said, “but this money Is Not In the United States of America and how do we lay hands on this money?“ Ethan asked,

I rented a room outside and focused on studying. Halfway down the street, Vincent video-called me. When I answered, his smug face filled the screen. He whispered, "Mikaela, you're reborn too, right? How does it feel? It's too bad, though. Even in this life, you still can't beat me. You'll just watch as I take that 100 million dollars. "And don't even think about calling the cops. It won't work. We're family. So, your money is our money. The cops won't do anything.

"He hasn’t made any promises he can't keep. That's more than I can say for some people." Ethan's face hardened, his jaw clenched. "This isn't about me." "No. It’s about me and we are done Ethan. You and I. Please leave my house." Elena stood up and walked over to the window. He hesitated for just a beat, his voice low and intense. “There’s a mole in the FBI, feeding information to Lorenzo and the syndicate. He has strings of crimes to answer for. Money Laundering and Financial Crimes, Drug Trafficking/Illegal Arms Dealing, Murder for Hire/Assassination Plots, Corruption and Bribery, Trafficking, Smuggling. A covert operation turned bloody and the FBI lost lots of good men.”

He froze. “Mr Lamberto,” I called with a dangerous low voice. “Where is my money, you scumbag?” “I swear, Drecos… I don't have it.” he stammered I stepped into his space and threw my fist at his jaw. Lamberto's head snapped to the side, blood gushing from his mouth. “You’re lying to my face?” I leaned in “Where did you run with my money? My twenty million dollars. I thought we were family, Lamberto.”

Lilian sighs a little and continued, "Mr jack Bright, is ready to take full responsibility of all the bills for the surgery and he wants to keep this profile secretive" The director removed his glasses from his face, he was surprised at the extent by which Mr jack was willing to help the young lady in question. "Do you know Mr jack personally?" The directors asked after many thoughts. Lilian looked straight at him and smiled. "Why did you ask sir?" Lilian asked and the director passed the file back to her. "I want to meet the man who is so kind hearted to have help a young lady, he doesn't know, or am I wrong?" The directors asked.

I wanted Elijah to see it. When I was done taking the video, I turned to Javier. "Do you think the guy is done now? I'm sure it mustn't be difficult to hack into her bank accounts." "He's done. All the money in her accounts should be in your account by now," Javier answered. I pulled out my cell phone from my pocket, and when I saw the bank notification, a smile spread on my face, and I almost squealed from joy. "I hope the boys and I will get a handsome payment for our job. We stayed here the whole day and morning with you, and I also organized an IT guy to help you get the two hundred and fifty million dollars in your account."

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.

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.