Money Heist Television Show Novels & Stories

"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.

He smiled as he walked away. I took a deep breath, almost immediately I heard my phone beep, I picked it up only to see it's a message from Javier. Speak of the devil. ~~~ I walked into the familiar office, I folded my arms as I watched Javier's guards beat up a man. Some things never change. "Are you now going to tell me who stole my money?" Javier glared at the poor man covered in his own blood. "I swear, I know nothing about the missing money." This gained a punch from Javier, he soon realized I was in the room and retreated.

"Don't worry. I won't tell to you. Until we meet again, Madrigal and Stevenson." He ended the call. Just after Venedict ended the call Santiago's phone rang. He answered it. "Boss, all of the money was burned." Santiago throw everything that was placed on the bar counter and frustratedly threw his phone as well. Three hours had passed but none of them dared to break the silence. Celestine secretly took a glance at Vincent. Bullets of sweat on his forehead are what she first noticed. His thin lips that used to be pinkish were now pale and his legs were shaking that Celestine thought that Vincent wasn't aware of. She moved a bit closer to him and tried to wipe his sweat with her hand.

" I looked at her. At the harbor. At the terminal that had once borne another name, another family, another future that had burned while a fourteen-year-old boy hid under a lifeboat and counted seconds. "We find what he's hiding," I said. "The payments to Geneva. The witness he thinks is buried. The secret that makes him afraid enough to meet me personally, to negotiate, to offer terms instead of simply destroying me." "You think he's afraid?" "I know he's afraid." I turned from the water, started toward the car, my side burning, my hands shaking with adrenaline and rage. "I saw it when I mentioned you. When he called you family. There's something about you, Celine. Something he needs contro

The money was actually stolen, and the thief turned out to be herself? The barrage in the live stream exploded. Even the director was astonished. They had thought it was just a simple case of losing money, but who could have expected... "Amazing!" "Isabella is really crafty! Speechless." "I thought Isabella was just being arrogant and willful, but I didn't expect her to do something so disgusting." "Is this a reality show or a TV drama?"

He didn't stop until he'd stuffed me into the Maybach's passenger seat and the door slammed shut with a bang. He came around to the driver's seat, still wearing a look like he wanted to eat someone alive. "Have you gone completely money-crazy?" "Yep." I sat in the passenger seat, pulled the three grand out of my pocket, and carefully counted it. "One, two... yep, it's all here." Watching me act like such a money-grubber, Julian suddenly laughed in exasperation. "You're not Cassandra at all." My hands froze mid-count. I looked up and met his deep, dark eyes.

B—but,'' One of his men, stutters. ''But what?'' Elia takes a few steps towards him, closing their distance and I see fear appearing in his eyes, fear of Elia. The way Elia stands, show how he's very pissed but he tries everything he can, to hold back. ''You want to know what the fuck just happened?'' He gulps. ''Our money has been stolen. Fifteen million dollars. Do you want to know how it was stolen? Do you want to fucking know or do I have to remind you, that you could've done something?'' He clenches his jaw again.

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.

Diego "Have you found out where the fuck my money went?" I growl, fixing a menacing glare at the small, tan man before me. My money has been missing for a month now. Five million dollars is nothing to me, but if you allow something like that go unanswered, it sends the wrong message to our enemies. As the head of the family, I can't allow that to happen. Brian adjusts his glasses nervously. "N-No, Mr. Reyes, not yet. He made sure it was untraceable," he stammers.

Jack hissed out, before turning the TV off. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was the victim, and he just gave the wrong story on TV. “I didn’t take his Rolex, I certainly didn’t take his money.” I couldn’t believe how badly I was already feeling. I felt like shit! “We know you didn’t, but what if the other guy, the one that defended you; what if he did it? Like, take the money. You said you didn’t know how the money got into your bag, right? What if this is how? You also said your Match made partner wasn’t close to rich, maybe he took the money.” Josh questioned reasonably.