Money Heist Television Show Novels & Stories

From the moment he targeted my fortune and realized Corinne's murderous intent toward me, he became incapable of loving anyone. There was no affection remaining for either of us. His only loyalty was to my money, and he was even eager for my life to end as quickly as possible. Corinne tried to question him further, but she did not get the chance. "Dad!" Isaac suddenly turned and ran toward someone in the distance. Corinne’s husband, Jamie Hawkins, had just arrived from the airport with a suitcase in hand. He had already heard everything. "J-Jamie?" Her eyes were filled with shock. She couldn’t believe that Jamie, who had been abroad, would show up there.

“NOW!” The guy scrambled up, wheezing, stumbling as he led them back, hands trembling on the keys. Outside, Catalina watched through the tinted glass—calm, steady, a slow smile creeping up. Duffel bags piled up, stuffed with Jeremy’s cash—millions draining fast. Every scream, every second, chipped at his name. The Cali empire wasn’t ironclad anymore. Today, she’d cracked it wide open. ________________________________________ The heist was still rolling when Mama’s phone rang. She sat in her usual spot at the Cali estate—sprawling, old, all stone and dark wood—sipping espresso from a tiny cup, JJ cradled in her lap.

He just hated her for abandoning him. “I mean it's her golden birthday. Maybe you could at least send a gift.” “A gift?” Erwan scoffed. “How about a nice piece of jewelry? That's what she always wanted, right? Expensive things over her own son.” “You could at least show yourself for a moment, Sir.” Erwan shook his head and then his fist clenched. “There is no point in visiting her. She has her own family now, and it is disgusting to think that the thing I hate more than her are gold diggers. I’ve seen many women who only care for money.”

But the proctor, the teachers, and even my classmates all swore they saw me handing my paper in early. My memories and reality split apart, like a mirror cracking down the middle. I refused to accept it. I filed appeal after appeal. Each time, nothing changed. Soon, my teachers' eyes were full of pity, and the police spoke to me with quiet helplessness. They began hinting that maybe the pressure had gotten to me and maybe I was imagining things. It wasn't until after I died that I finally learned the truth. It was her. It was Sierra and her Grade Heist System that had stolen everything.

"He was her fiancé, Davies. He gave her the money to disappear. He knows. He always has." "I even talked to him," Ethan remembered, the angry memory still fresh. "Two months ago, at a coffee shop. I asked him straight up if he knew where she was, if he was hiding her." "And what did he say?" Davies asked, even though he knew the answer. "Cool as a cucumber," Ethan scoffed. "Said he was looking for her too, worried about his 'former fiancée.' Even offered to help me. Like I'd take money from him." Ethan rubbed his face, feeling tired. "It was all an act, Davies. He knows. He totally knows."

“Will you tell them where I am? For the money?” He spun, went to the couch and sat down, ankles crossed. I watched him pick up the remote and turn on the television. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed how wealthy I am or you’re pretending to be blind.” He turned to me. “I didn’t hide you in my house just to turn you in now that there’s a million dollars for whoever hands you to the police.”

She really was there, watching, her gaze shifting between us, silent but demanding answers. "What’s going on?" she muttered, and when no one responded, she demanded, "¡¿Dije qué está pasando?!" With a small smirk at me, Diego shouted back, "His money got stolen—a certain twenty thousand. You know anything about that?" Mum gasped. "Myles..." "Not now, Mum!" "But she has questions, Myles." Diego snickered, eyeing me. "Ready to drop the act so she can see? Explain how you got twenty thousand?"

“What?” “You can't think it's normal to lose 538,000 dollars like that... not lose it, have it stolen. Have you ever thought that this money could help a lot of people? Aren't you going to do anything about it? This is theft, Mikhail.” “I know, my love. I'm already taking the appropriate measures and we'll get it all back soon. But I'm curious about what I could do with it. Can you help me or tell me what you have in mind?”

“He needs that cash for his extraction. Cut his air.” He typed the command. One by one, the glowing nodes on the screen turned a flat, dead red. Frozen. Locked. Millions—then billions—of dollars became nothing more than inaccessible code. Vincenzo Moreno was now a king without a treasury. Suddenly, a notification chimed—a high-priority, encrypted ping from the Alpine villa. “Put it on the main screen,” I ordered, my heart giving a singular, sharp thrum. The file appeared. MORENO_LEDGER.

He says as he waves me off, but I don’t listen and wait by his side. We both watch the tape together and sure enough, it shows Romeo and Trinity ransacking the place before they open the safe and steal the money from inside of it. He turns to face me and then I see the sadness in his eyes. He trusted this man and now they have robbed him blind. “Alright, officer. Is he in custody now?” He asks while staring at the officer.