Novel & Cerita Money Heist Television Show

Seeing that Mia is really going to leave, he makes the decision to tell the truth： - I do not have a lot of money. Apart from the house, I only have two hundred thousand dollars left. But everything was stolen by Judith. I called the police, but they couldn't find her. George doesn't want to tell Mia about it. It turns out that the daughter he loved the most stole his money and ran away, when he found himself in the most difficult situation he had ever encountered. Whereas, this one, the daughter he abandoned, is still there even at this moment.

My mother pushed my wheelchair facing Achetbir, then Blair took my phone and continued my live video while capturing our scene. Achetbir brought out a small red box for his pocket. I am not stupid to not know what that is, I just can't believe that he is now prepared for this. Did he prepare this for a long time? "Jandie Mendoza, my secretary, the girl who hide the billionare's heir. Will you marry me?" asked achetbir in full happiness. I slowly put down my hand from my mouth and nodded sobblingly. "I will," I answered.

Hector grabbed my hand and wiped it with wet wipes, he remains silent while I was sobbing and crying in front of him. "I never caught my money, I was still out of work," I whisper and cry out loud, "I don't have a job!!! how about me? I'm going to die! I can't even pay the investigators I know!! my parent will know that their eldest son is a failure!" I shouted in frustration. "Why do you need money for an investigator?" he seriously asks. "I'm going to find out who stole my money, but it's worth the fee!!!" I fell down my head to his chest before trying to make a foot.

I decided to stop calling and go see for myself what's going on. My glass of water fell from my hand the moment I saw the news. I can't believe Tristan would do such a thing, and he knew the truth all along but pretended not to know anything. I was too shocked that I couldn't get up from the couch I was sitting on. My world was crumbling. I have been announced as a criminal on the news and the cops are on their way to get me for having a lot of money in my possessor, I'm the only one that knows about the secret money so how did it get out there?

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!]

"Do you want to talk about the bottle or do you want to talk about your money?" I wanted to scream. Wanted to grab that bottle and smash it against the wall. But I just stood there. Fists clenched. Jaw tight. "Fine. Where is my money?" "I invested it." "What?" "Okay, first it was stolen. By Ernesto." "Stolen?" And who the hell is Ernesto?!

“They say he buys companies just to crush them. He owns half of Makati. He… he’s ruthless.” I had laughed then, a light, dismissive sound. “You’re watching too many telenovelas, Elena. My Gus? He’s just a simple man. A bit quiet, yes, but kind. He helps old Aling Nena carry her groceries.” Elena shook her head, her eyes wide with concern. “No, Daisy. This is real. Augustus Caesar. The trillionaire. He never loses. He always gets what he wants.” A cold wave washed over me. "He always gets what he wants." The words echoed, a chilling prophecy. What did he want from me? My simple life? My simple heart? Or was it something else? Something darker, colder?

Avery’s POV On the screen, billions of dollars did not just transfer. They vanished. The numbers dropped to zero, row by row, like lights going out across a city street. The Swiss bank’s primary accounts were empty. The hidden cash that had funded hitmen, bought judges, and started corporate wars for twenty years was gone. "It's done," I whispered. My hand was still resting on the cool plastic button.

more tears streamed from my face, as I pretended not to look at him. “So that’s why you couldn’t pick my calls. How much do you need?” He asked. “20 million” I called out. His jaw dropped in shock, I knew I needed to up my game if I was going to get the money out of him. Earlier, Rheagar and I ran through his bank accounts and realized that the insurance money for my death and the money in his bank accounts were not adding up, which meant he had hidden the money elsewhere. I didn’t think he would be that smart but here we are.

"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."