My Grandfather Was A Thief Novels & Stories

Aunt Doris stooped by and knocked on the door and Gramps came out and gave her some flimsy excuses and as usual, she believed his lies. ******* Two years ago, my father got drunk and while he was whining about my mom leaving him, he told me about Gramps unlucky love story. I had forgotten about that day, but when I heard the whole story again, I did my findings and I discovered that my grandfather had stolen that child just to hurt her grandparents and he dumped her in an orphanage and forgot about her. I did not bother searching for the girl because I have no business with her, but I sure used the information I have to blackmail my grandfather. If only I’ve had this information sooner, Nath

I gasp. “Why? Why would he?” “He’s always wanted me to join him in his business.” I furrow my brows. “He did that because he wants you to join him?” “Our grandfather was in the mafia.” My eyes widen. I’ve only read about the mafia in novels and seen it on TV. “Your grandfather is in the mafia?”

While the grand old master was thrilled, he realized later that the two children would not have come without a hidden agenda. The grand old master was an intrepid bandit by birth, and there was no trickery in his bones. He went straight to the point and asked them, “Oh right, since you two came all the way to meet your great-grandpa, you must have something to ask for?” Jenson replied, “I’ll be frank, Great-grandpa. I came here to borrow troops.” The grand old master was flabbergasted. “What for?” Jenson glanced at Baby Robbie and said, “Someone’s planning to come to my house to steal this golden pig here on New Year’s Eve. As the elder brother, I plan to protect him.”

He could easily claim on these assets which my great grandfather roped for us until my grandfather involved the family into mafia business. He occupied the other sofa and arched his brows at my direction for an explanation for my explosion. "Liam Grayson stole money from my share in my grandpa's will."I told him the partial truth, it was true that my grandfather transferred 10% of share on my name before he died, Liam named it on my name the other 90% on my eighteenth birthday but Chase hadn't had to know it. After the betrayal from Maximus, I couldn't trust anyone except Alessandro.

" That won't never happen. We've taken all your shit too much. There is nothing left for us to repay you. After all these years, you have taken your revenge. You killed papà and Vincent and tore my family apart. This time I won't let you live in peace anymore. It's over now!" Grandfather said after making up his mind and sticking to his decision not to listen to any nonsense from the man he considered a brother. We don't know if he's telling the truth or if it's just part of his game to manipulate us into sympathizing with him. He can do anything to escape capture. "It's better if you surrender. Your best friend has told us everything you two have done to this company and also the agreement

Oh, that was really touching, but I am glad he is telling me. “So, what happened to the robbers? Did you end up finding them?” “Frankly, I did. And they are slowly paying for it,” “That is good, baby. Your grandfather sounded to be a good, respected man. Shame on the people who tried to bring him down. I wish I had met him because my family knows nothing about the DND time. They neglected me when I was just a baby. May your grandfather’s soul rest in peace,” I put my hand on his hand on the table. He takes it and kisses it.

I wrapped my arms around myself. “Honey don’t do that.” “You know my grandfather was a thug.” He reached across the seat and cupped my cheek. “Everyone knows that.” I wiggled out of his hold and pressed myself against the door. “Why didn’t you tell me about this? Why didn’t you tell me my grandfather stole from you?” “Fuck Luke.” “You didn’t want to tell me you’re a thug too!” I hit him again with my purse. “Ouch, I’m not a thug.”

"History is written by the victors. Had I been the one defeated ten years ago, I would be the one labeled as the traitor of the family instead. Perhaps my home would be the one burned to the ground all those years ago.” Tobias mumbled softly. “Thomas was a genius in martial arts who possessed tremendous potential. However, he chose to walk down the wrong path and was led astray. Not only did he steal the family’s treasure scroll, but he also turned against us.” “Lies!” James’ nostrils flared as he spat in disgust. He held no trust for Tobias’ words. He knew what his own grandfather was like. The grandfather he remembered was a friendly and kind-hearted man. Not only that, but he was also a p

up my grandmother and put my grandfather to death.” I laughed, “Oh! You’re related to one of the thieves!” He roared, “They were not thieves! He was a nobleman!” I added, “Who stole over fifty-four million dollars to try to overthrow King Parker and keep Queen Zara for himself. I can’t imagine what he was going to do with your grandmother.” He tried to reach through the bars of his cell to get at me. I grabbed his arm and swiftly twisted it by turning my whole body, causing a spiral fracture. I dropped his arm as he roared in pain, “You bitch! When I get out of here, you will be dead! I was counting on my inheritance to live on for the rest of my life! Now I won’t have that because of you!”

With a heavy heart, she turned to Benjamin, her eyes reflecting the turmoil within her. "I... I don't even know where to begin," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the tumultuous thoughts racing through her mind. As Benjamin leaned in closer, concern etched on his features, Sophia took a deep breath, steeling herself to share the truth she had uncovered. "My grandfather... he was more deeply involved with the Mafia than I ever could have imagined," she began, her words tinged with disbelief. "He helped Sandro's father transition from a life of crime to one of legitimate business, but in doing so, he stumbled upon some of the Mafia's most closely guarded secrets."