The Secret Whisperer
Leila, a young Austrian aristocrat and student in Classics, is drawn into a world of conspiracy and danger when her aunt is involved in a suspicious car accident. Leila travels to her aunt’s chalet to take care of her husky, but soon discovers a body in the drawing room. Terrified, she runs out and bumps into Dick, a nosy English banker who becomes entangled in the mystery.
When they return to the drawing room, the body has disappeared. Leila takes the husky for a walk and discovers that the body has been moved to a house recently purchased by another branch of her family. She finds a notebook with encrypted entries in the drawing room and uses her linguistic skills to decode them. She discovers the initials, address, and phone number of someone involved in the plot.
Leila calls the number and is warned against getting involved. Undeterred, she discovers a bizarre research center where a conference on German mystical past is taking place.She suspects that there is a bizarre cult operating underground. Leila learns about their plan to topple every democracy in Europe. The cult is after an artifact that may be hidden in her aunt’s chalet.
However, this is only the tip of the iceberg. Leila discovers that the aristocratic cult members are pawns in a larger game. They are unknowingly being manipulated to cause disruption in the European banking system using an AI virus.The chaos will cause turmoil in the Euro zone.
As Leila and her aunt race against time to stop the virus from being unleashed, they uncover an even more shocking truth: Leila’s own family members are part of the conspiracy. With betrayal and danger at every turn, Leila must use all of her wit to outsmart the cult.
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Chapter: 26Christina’s eyes went dark, like someone had just switched off the chandelier in a grand ballroom. “My father had an old mask in his collection,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s still somewhere in the attic. He used to tell me this wild story about Nazis organizing a secret expedition to find it. He was pleased to have it, of course. You’re telling me it’s a fake?”Dick Jones gave her a look that could’ve cut through stone. “Not quite. Your piece is a replica—at least three hundred years old, according to Yellen. What bothers me is Yellen came here looking for it and ended up dead. Yet the attic didn’t look disturbed. The mask was still there. That’s what makes my skin itch.”A faint cloud of hesitation swept over Christina’s face, and her eyes misted like fogged glass. “Oh my God. That poor man. I can’t stop thinking about him.”Dick didn’t bother softening his words. “I wouldn’t if I were you. It’s likely Yellen came here to kill you. Somebody else intervened. I’ve
Last Updated: 2025-03-24
Chapter: 25Nosy Dick—or rather, Agent Richard Jones—sat at Christina’s Black Forest table, stripping off his black leather gloves like he was settling in for afternoon tea. Snow dripped off his blue puffer coat in mournful little puddles. Wolfie eyed him suspiciously from her spot by the fire, giving the occasional low grumble just to make sure Dick knew where he stood on the guest list.Leila folded her arms and leaned against the 18th century cast iron stove, casually holding the rifle. “You scared the light out of us, Mr Jones. Sneaking around in the dark is a great way to get shot, you know. Or mauled. Wolfie’s pretty territorial about her lounge space.”Dick gave her a weary smirk, not bothering to even glance at the unnerved husky. “You’d be amazed how often I get shot at. Mostly by people more competent than you.” He pulled a neat silver flask from his coat pocket and took a swig, pulling his face as if the whisky had punched him in the throat. “Honestly, I didn’t think I’d have to break
Last Updated: 2025-03-23
Chapter: 24The snow was still falling when Leila pulled the threadbare quilt tighter around her shoulders and glanced over at the notebook lying open on the low table. It looked innocent enough, the cracked leather and yellowed pages giving it the vibe of something that ought to be filled with long-forgotten recipes or notes on which fertilizer worked best for dahlias. But inside she found something else —a mess of Gothic architecture sketches, topographical diagrams and hastily written notes that looked like the fevered scribbling of a medieval cartographer gone mad.“That’s remarkable. Where did you find it?” Christina asked with a notch of suspicion.“Here, in the chalet, in that hidden place I’ve told you about. Wolfie and I were saving the owl that managed to get in through the broken attic window.”Christina leaned closer to the lantern’s dim light, tracing the hasty ink sketch with her finger. The combination of drawings, faint script and crude shapes made the page look like a treasure ma
Last Updated: 2025-03-23
Chapter: 23Leila pulled up to Christina’s hideaway, the car’s headlights slicing through the frostbitten gloom. The house sat hunched against the snow, a dark silhouette of pine and cold secrets. She’d driven fast—too fast for the icy roads—but when your aunt called with that tone, you didn’t stop to admire the scenery. Inside, the room was a furnace. The black iron stove glowed like it was working overtime, and the wood stacked high in the corner promised it wasn’t getting a break anytime soon. Christina was in her usual spot, a blanket over her knees, looking like the queen of a tiny, crumbling empire. Her eyes, though, were sharp and on point, pinning Leila like a hawk spotting prey. “Lock the door,” Christina said. No hello, no pleasantries. Leila did as she was told, the click of the deadbolt echoing louder than it should. “What’s going on?” she asked, pulling off her gloves. She kept her tone light, but her gut was doing flips. Christina didn’t answer right away. Instead, she pulled
Last Updated: 2025-01-30
Chapter: 22That afternoon Leila was waiting for him in wane, as Tom got distracted. His boss decided to pay an unexpected visit. The winter sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow through the tinted windows of Tom’s high-tech office when Mikhail Grossman decided to darken the door. The man loomed like a storm cloud in an Armani suit, his scowl deep enough to hide a weapon. “Evening, Mikhail,” Tom said with the ease of a man greeting an old friend rather than a mafia boss who snaps necks like breadsticks. He wondered whether Mikhail Grossman heard the news about Vlad. Tom leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” “Cut the pleasantries, Tomas,” Grossman growled. His voice was a low rumble, the kind that preceded an earthquake. “You know why I’m here. Your work. The Green Dragon virus—you’re going to hand it over. Now.” Tom chuckled and tapped his fingers on the scratched surface of his desk, where beneath lay layers of encrypted
Last Updated: 2025-01-29
Chapter: 21A tiny, no larger than a pack of cigarettes, combat drone silently fell off the roof two floors above the office where Vlad Voronin was glued to the computer screen. It smoothly descended to his window, peeked out stealthily from behind the wall and froze in the upper left corner. The cameras adjusted the focus to Vlad’s stand-alone laptop. The camera was filming the program commands running in a fast line on a black background.The owner of the computer had no idea about all that. He was busy with the guest. Smiling snottily, Voronin pulled the flash drive out of the laptop and put it inside a small brown envelope.‘That’s perfect,’ he patted his guest on the shoulder.‘I have to return it,’ the guest muttered nervously stretching out his hand. ‘My share, as agreed?’‘Don’t worry,’ Voronin frowned. ‘Assume that you don’t owe us anything anymore. '‘Fine. You have to give me a receipt. For the records.’‘OK,OK. You’ve become too suspicious, Ash,’ Vlad pulled out a four-fold piece of p
Last Updated: 2025-01-29
The Vision She Hid
She pretended not to see. He pretended not to care. Now the whole mafia clan watching them burn.
When Leo Christofides saved a man’s life, she lost everything—her sight, her future as a prima ballerina, and her freedom. For two years, she’s lived in darkness, relying on the man who once promised to be her eyes. But when her vision returned, the first thing she sees is betrayal: her fiancé tangled up with her nurse, wearing the same smile he used to give only to Leo.
Before Leo can escape this nightmare, she’s handed over like a pawn in a blood-soaked stand-off between two gangs. She is sold to an attractive, enigmatic mafia boss with a gun on his hip and secrets in his eyes. His name is Vic, and he introduces her to his clan not as a hostage but as his wife.
Now Leo must play blind in a house full of killers, where power is the only hard currency and trust is a suicide. But she’s not the helpless girl Hermano thinks she is. Leo has a dark secret of her own. She is watching. Waiting. The next move is hers, and it can be deadly.
The Vision She Hid is a dark, seductive thriller dripping in secrets and slow-burn heat, where power struggle meets mafia romance with a blade between its teeth.
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Chapter: 87The cypress trees leaned in like gossiping old women, their crooked fingers brushing the blacked-out SUV as it slid up the long gravel road. A thin line of smoke hung in the air—wood smoke, probably. The kind that settles in your bones and refuses to leave. The familiar smell of the house I thought I’ll never see again.Elky drove like a man rehearsing his funeral route. One hand on the wheel, one eye on nothing in particular. Silent. Bleeding, still in pain. But it wasn’t the kind of bleeding you could bandage. This was Jennings-level bleeding—slow, dignified, noble inconvenience.“Are we going somewhere else, right?” I asked, because someone had to break the tension before it curdled into something solid.He didn’t answer. Just hit the gas a little harder, like our house might grow legs and run away if he didn’t catch it in time.“Elky?”“No,” he said, voice made of dry glass. “We’re going home, rabbit.”Yeah, why not, home. That’s cute. Like we were just two misfits coming back to
Last Updated: 2025-08-06
Chapter: 86Every palazzo has a heart — not where the parties were thrown or the lovers were hidden, but where the skeletons were filed in alphabetical order. Elky’s family palace was no exception. You could smell the secrets in the woodwork, in the dusty folds of antique drapes.It took me full fifteen minutes to find the hidden study behind my bedroom. Fifteen more to pick the lock with a bent hairpin and a prayer. The hinges sighed with disappointment when I pushed the door open, as if the room had been holding its breath for three years and wasn’t happy about me walking in.The smell hit me first — old paper, cold leather, and a hint of whatever gunpowder turns into when it is not used for too long. It felt like the kind of room where men made decisions that got other men killed, and then lit cigars to celebrate their brilliance. The wallpaper was a baroque green, peeling in places like bad sunburn. The curtains were too heavy for this century, and the dust lay on everything like my bad judgm
Last Updated: 2025-08-05
Chapter: 85Waking up after blacking out is like answering a phone you know you shouldn’t. You pick it up anyway, because curiosity always gets you murdered first.The chaise lounge was empty and cold. It felt like a kiss that never happened or a promise someone didn’t intend to keep. My shoulder was tighter than before, bandaged by hands that knew the shape of every bone I owned. I could still smell him — the familiar cocktail of cologne, dry blood, and cigarettes. But big Elky was gone.The fire had died in the grate. The chandelier was off. No sunlight — just the pale, breathless kind of grey that creeps in your heart before dawn. The chandelier above me had stopped swaying. The room was still but it didn’t feel safe. Like the air had secrets it didn’t want to share with me. I shifted to the right to look at my phone. It was a mistake.My body answered with a sharp protest — a stabbing pain in the shoulder that reminded me what bullets do when they feel vindictive. I groaned, rolled back. The
Last Updated: 2025-08-04
Chapter: 84Waking up in a stranger’s bed usually came with four things: hangover, regret, a headache, and the urge to leave before your name started to smell like stale perfume. This time it came with a bandaged shoulder as a bonus, the scent of bergamot, and enough silence to make a nun suspicious.The sheets were too clean and too soft, like someone had murdered a cloud and fluffed it up just for me. A ceiling stared down at me with elegantly cracked gold moldings, like heaven had once lived here but packed up expecting me to move in. The wallpaper was faded damask, still jeweled green but peeling into paler shades. The cotton velvet curtains hung heavy and obedient, the kind that remembered better days but didn’t enjoy speaking of them.Ouch. My shoulder burned. It wasn’t a polite throb — no, this was the full jazz band of pain, brass and all. It was pain with a backbeat. A reminder that whatever dream I’d been in, this wasn’t in it. The room was real. Or at least, had enough intriguinly expe
Last Updated: 2025-08-02
Chapter: 83The wind came in crooked, like everything else in this family. It picked up the orchard dust and threw it in our faces like an insult that couldn’t be undone. Branches hissed and leaned like they were eavesdropping. Above the treetops, the moon had crawled up just far enough to witness the mess and turn away, ashamed.Big Elky was still on his knees. Split lip. One eye swelling into a bruise the size of a small country. His hands were tied behind his back like he was too dangerous to trust with the open air. The only thing standing tall was his pride.He even knelt the way a king might—stripped of his crown but still wearing the dignity. Blood ran down the side of his jaw, slow and thick.Behind me, Nicos took a single step back, just enough to make the space between us ache. He didn’t like when I got too close to my own thoughts. That’s where his power unraveled. Then Elky’s voice cut through the orchard like a bad memory.“Is that what you always wanted, rabbit?” he said to me. His
Last Updated: 2025-07-30
Chapter: 82The orchard looked different after a failed coup. Less like a childhood memory and more like a crime scene waiting for a chalk outline. The light dripped low through the leaves, sticky and blood-colored, as if the sky had a nosebleed. Nicos’s men moved like they’d done this before—quiet boots on crunching dirt, gloved fingers on safeties, eyes sharp but hollow. Men who didn’t come here for fruit, only harvests of a more permanent kind.I stood still and lost in the middle of it. The gun in my hand was heavier than it had ever been, like it had picked up all the weight I never let myself feel. My wrist didn’t tremble, but inside me something was peeling—like old wallpaper hiding the old bullet holes.The flickering light from the half-burnt greenhouse cast shadows that danced like fine liars. It smelled of lemons and cordite. I could hear the low hum of Nicos’s men breathing together like a single animal. They were coordinated, coiled, ready to do some damage.And then came Nicos. My f
Last Updated: 2025-07-30
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