Chapter: 93 - A Dangerous GameMr Mehmet’s POV The chief’s office was dim, the blinds half-closed and cutting the late afternoon light into thin grey stripes across the floor. Dust floated lazily through the air each time the radiator clicked on. The whole room smelled faintly of old coffee, paper, and the weight of unsolved cases. Chief Serdar Kılıç sat behind his massive oak desk, shoulders rigid, eyes sharpened by exhaustion and something much older. I closed the door behind me and stepped inside. Chief Serdar did not bother with pleasantries. “What happened, Mr. Mehmet?” Serdar said as he looked up from the stack of papers in front of him. His voice was clipped, but there was a tremor under it, the kind that comes from too much stress and too little sleep. I walked toward the desk, keeping my voice low. “I just came from speaking with Emre,” I said. “And things are escalating faster than expected.” Serdar’s brows drew together. “Escalating how?” “Manolya confessed,” I said. I watched his reaction, th
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Chapter: 92 - A MemoryManolya’s POV Sweat collected at my hairline. Behind my closed lids, something began to stir. A flicker. A smell. A sound. Blood. The image did not come as a clear picture. It came as impressions. The thick, metallic stench filling my nose. Warmth on my hands. Something wet soaking through fabric. A feeling of hate so strong it almost made me feel drunk. Snakes. Not real ones, maybe. I did not know? I could not see them clearly. I just heard hissing. Felt something coil around my ribs. Felt teeth and venom and words I could not understand whispering against my skin. Hatred rose in a wave that did not feel like mine and yet lived somewhere inside me. My fists clenched on their own, nails digging into my palms. “I do not know,” I blurted, my eyes still shut tight. “I do not know why I did it. I hate her. I hate her so much, but I cannot remember why.” Pain stabbed behind my eyes. I grabbed my temples, elbows scraping the table as the cuffs tugged at my wrists. Thinking
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Chapter: 91 - Fragments Of A CrimeManolya’s POV They took me to another room. The corridor felt so long and bright. The fluorescent lights hummed above my head, turning everything into a harsh white blur. My wrists already hurt from the cuffs, the metal biting into my skin every time the officer tugged me forward. When the heavy door finally opened, a wave of colder air hit me. The interrogation room was smaller than I imagined. Four walls, all the same dull grey, a table in the middle bolted to the floor, three chairs, a camera in the corner with a red light glowing. The kind of room you only see in crime shows, except this time I was not watching from a sofa at home. I was the one chained to the table. They sat me down without a word. The metal chair scraped loudly against the tiles. Then came the sound I was starting to hate more than anything. The rattle of chains. They attached the cuffs to the ring on the table and shackled my ankles to something at the base of the chair. I tested it instincti
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Chapter: 90 - Dark Affairs UnitAylin’s POV The sterile lab lights hummed faintly above us, casting a cold blue sheen over the metal counters and buzzing machines. I sat beside Kenan, shoulders tight, eyes glued to the lab results glowing on the screen. My fingers tapped nervously against the desk, a habit I could not stop when frustration mixed with fear. The list of findings stared back at us like a joke. Foreign substance. Foreign substance. Foreign substance. Every single test we ran. On the puddle. On the hairs. On that awful black goo. Nothing matched anything in our database. Nothing even registered as known. “None of this makes sense,” I muttered under my breath. “Nothing matches what we have seen before. We have nothing. No answers. Just error codes and substances that do not belong anywhere.” Kenan exhaled hard beside me, rubbing the back of his neck. “This case is getting stranger by the minute, Aylin. I do not like it. We need to talk to Chief Serdar. Something is not adding up.” I nodded,
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Chapter: 89 - MistrustKenan’s POV The heavy stench of blood clung to the air as Aylin and I stepped deeper into the dimly lit chamber of Derinkuyu. The flicker of our lamps cast jagged shadows along the ancient stone walls, making the underground city feel alive in the worst way. The silence pressed in from all sides, punctuated only by the distant drip of water and the crunch of gravel beneath our boots. It should have felt like any other crime scene. It did not. Aylin walked ahead of me, stiff, her shoulders tight with tension. She had barely spoken to me since morning, and each second of her silence gnawed at me. Finally, I snapped. “Aylin, are we doing this or not? Are you playing difficult now? You know me. How am I supposed to work with you when you won’t even look at me?” She spun around so fast the beam of her flashlight jerked. “Me? What about you? I don’t make bodies disappear, Kenan. And this place gives me the creeps.” Her voice echoed off the walls. “Nothing makes sense. We found her
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Chapter: 88 - Lies Never Stay BuriedAylin’s POV Detective Kenan and I stood in tense silence inside Chief Serdar’s glass-walled office. The air between us felt heavy, colder than the morning air outside the station. We had been partners for years, trusted each other with our lives, and yet today I could barely look at him without feeling my stomach twist. The chaotic events of the morning replayed in my mind. A missing body. Evidence gone. Kenan acting like a stranger. His silence beside me was sharp and biting, full of something I could not name. I caught myself stealing glances at him. Each time I looked, the knot in my chest pulled tighter. He would not even look at me. That hurt more than anything. I shifted my weight from foot to foot, trying to hold myself together. Something was wrong with him. I felt it in my bones. Kenan was not the man I thought he was. Not today. He had talked to me earlier like I was the problem. Like I had imagined everything. Like I was losing my mind. But I knew when
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The Tycoon’s Temptress - Red Flower’s Chase
Valentina accepts billionaire Raffaele Ricchezza’s marriage proposal to secure his inheritance, hiding her intent to ruin his empire, which she blames for her father’s death. Their cold arrangement sparks tension and unexpected attraction as they navigate power plays and hidden agendas. When Valentina uncovers the red flower—a Sumerian relic with stone-melting powers tied to Gilgamesh’s bloodline—she’s thrust into a global chase against enemies seeking to weaponize it. As ancient secrets unravel, love and trust become her greatest challenges.
The story opens with Raffaele’s calculated offer, which Valentina accepts to infiltrate his world. Moving into his estate, she sabotages subtly while investigating the red flower and orichalcum, a mythical metal linked to Atlantis. Raffaele, intrigued by her strength, begins to thaw, but their clashes intensify as Valentina uncovers his interest in orichalcum’s commercial potential. Danger escalates when Tariq, a cunning double agent, raids Gilgamesh’s tomb, stealing artifacts and aligning with U.S. military forces eager to exploit the flower’s power. Valentina’s friend Maria faces threats from her abusive ex, Tullio, complicating her mission.
From Baghdad to Machu Picchu, Valentina and Raffaele pursue clues across the globe. DNA tests reveal Valentina’s descent from Gilgamesh, granting her immunity to the flower’s curse. As Tariq and Camilla, Valentina’s treacherous stepmother, close in, betrayals deepen. A passionate night shifts their dynamic,but trust falters when Raffaele learns of Valentina’s initial deception. In a climactic underwater battle at Atlantis’s ruins, Valentina chooses to protect the orichalcum technology. Justice prevails as Camilla and Tariq are arrested, and Valentina’s pregnancy heralds hope. She restores Baghdad’s museum, honoring her father. With Raffaele, their twins embody a legacy of love and a green future.
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Chapter: Chapter 162 - Full CircleValentina’s POV The air at Machu Picchu was crisp, carrying the scent of earth and wildflowers as the Andes mountain gave a stunning backdrop. Red flowers dotted the terraces, a vibrant reminder of the garden of madness we hid from the world, just like the inca did too. The petals were now a promise of renewal. Dhia and Ghait scampered ahead, their laughter echoing off the cliffs and stones, while Raffaele held my hand, his warmth steadying me against the memories this place stirred. Professor Calancha led the way, his weathered face alight with pride, while Kaifeng Lei trailed us, his presence sparking a blend of amusement and tension. “Taitai!” Kaifeng exclaimed, his grin wide as he adjusted his sunglasses. “Didn’t expect you back in Peru so soon. And with the whole family, how charming!” I laughed, catching Raffaele’s eye-roll. “Yeah, well, we figured it was time to show the kids where their story began. Plus, I couldn’t resist these views.” Kaifeng winked, undete
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Chapter: Chapter 161 - The Legacy Museum Valentina’s POV The Ricchezza headquarters buzzed with energy, its glass and steel facade glinting under Baghdad’s searing sun. Inside, the air was cool, sharp with the scent of polished wood, lavender and ambition. I stood in the lobby with Kareem and Nabil, my hand playfully buffing Kareem’s shoulder. “Remember those artifacts you chased all the way to France like a madman? We finally found them. Our lawyers leaned hard on Tariq, and he cracked and spilled everything about their location.” Kareem’s grin stretched wide, his dark eyes gleaming. “Thank God. That was the biggest failure of my career. I was gutted, running around Basra, dodging bullets, only to come up empty-handed.” I laughed, nudging him. “Well, at least you didn’t get shot. Got to stretch those legs, didn’t you?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Good times, Mrs. Ricchezza. All the bullets we’ve dodged together.” Nabil smirked, leaning against the wall, his suit crisp. “You two love the thrill of dan
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Chapter: Chapter 160 - Birth of New Hope The sun dipped low over the Persian Gulf, casting a warm amber glow across the waves that lapped gently at the shore. Valentina walked beside me, her hand clasped firmly in mine, her fingers intertwining with a quiet strength that still took my breath away. Lorenzo padded along next to us, his golden mane catching the fading light, his massive paws sinking into the soft sand with each step. He glanced up at Valentina occasionally, as if checking on her, his amber eyes reflecting the same protective instinct I felt deep in my bones. She reached out with her free hand, brushing through his mane, her touch light and affectionate. “You’re such a loyal mischievous pet, aren’t you?” she murmured to him, her voice soft against the lapping of the sea. I squeezed her hand, pulling her a little closer. “He’s not the only one. You’ve got us both wrapped around your finger, amore.” She smiled up at me, her dark eyes sparkling despite the faint lines of exhaustion etched around them. H
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Chapter: Chapter 159 - The TrialValentina’s POV Lorenzo stretched out at the foot of my bed, his massive paws draped across my ankles as though daring the world to disturb me. My lion had become more clingy with each passing week of my pregnancy. Two regal protectors, him and Raffaele. I stroked his mane, feeling amused. “Two lions fighting to protect me in this house,” Jokes aside, I was exhausted. Pregnancy wasn’t as glamorous as people made it out to be. No glowing aura, no effortless energy, just swollen feet, an aching back, and a constant reminder that two tiny lives were pressing against every rib. I rubbed my belly, breathing slow. At least they’re healthy. That’s all that matters. Raffaele supported my back, helping me sit up. “Can you please help me with the slippers, dear?” I asked, my voice soft but tired. Raffaele appeared with my slippers in hand. “Come, amore. Let me help.” I lifted my feet awkwardly, my back aching. “Please. I can’t bend anymore without feeling like I’ll topple.”
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Chapter: Chapter 158 - Baghdad Museum Restoration Valentina’s POV The National Museum of Iraq stood under Baghdad’s searing sun, its neoclassical facade of sandy beige stone, reinforced concrete, and brick blending seamlessly with the desert palette. Intricate Islamic and Assyrian-inspired motifs adorned the exterior. Inside, the high ceilings and polished marble floors gleamed, making the historical collections inside come to it’s right. I wore a black pencil dress with a high neckline, dangling baroque pearls swaying as I moved. My kitten-heel leather mules, a gift from Raffaele, clicked softly, though running was out of the question as my pregnancy belly turned my walk into a waddle. I was ecstatic, barely containing myself as I entered the grand hall. Earlier, Raffaele had leaned close, his breath warm against my ear. “Do you remember that hologram I gave you? We each got one. I didn’t want to tell you before I knew it was possible to not crush your dreams, but…” His next words had nearly stopped my heart. “G
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Chapter: Chapter 157 - The Wedding Valentina’s POV The shores of Lake Como shimmered under the late afternoon sun, the steep alpine cliffs dropping right into the lake’s crystal waters. The Grand Hotel Tremezzo that Raffaele had booked was a luxurious 5-star property located on the shores of Lake Como. Established in the early nineteen hundred, it’s known for its historic Art Nouveau architecture, panoramic views of the lake and the Alps, and high-end amenities like a floating pool on the lake, a spa, fine dining restaurants, and elegant gardens. Raffaele leaned close, his breath warm against my ear. “You know, this is a place where celebrities and the wealthy come for their escapes… but I wanted us to have our own special moment here.” I smiled up at him, my chest tightening with warmth. “I love this surprise. It’s historic, it’s beautiful… thank you, Raffaele.” The hotel had been transformed for our wedding party, its gardens overflowing with white roses and jasmine interwoven with red flowers, symbolizing t
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