Meanwhile, Murat crouched down as soldiers and military officials protected him from the hail of arrows. He was lucky that the sudden attack failed. He suspected that the terrorists were likely sent by those who did not want him to return to Turkey."The situation is now safe, Prince Murat. Let's go into the pavilion to meet your grandfather," General Hersek urged, his face betraying a sense of panic.Murat quickly made his way into his grandfather Zaganos' residence. However, the first person he encountered was his grandmother in the front parlor of the Narwastu Garden Pavilion. "My Grandson, welcome back home!" exclaimed Freya Bey. With longing, she embraced Murat tightly, who was tall and taller than her."Grandmother, forgive me for leaving the palace for so long. How are you and Grandfather?" Murat asked, checking on his grandmother from head to toe."Everything is fine, though we are growing old. Fortunately, before closing our eyes forever, you managed to visit us!" replied th
As dawn broke and the sun's rays crept into Emily's apartment, the couple who had slept together all night on the bed had awakened. However, they were reluctant to part from one another. Emily let the strong arms of the Turkish prince wrap around her flat stomach, and his muscular body pressed tightly against her back."Emily, you don't need to bother taking me to the airport. Go to work as usual," Murat said, inhaling deeply the scent of his lover's body, hoping it would be etched clearly in his memory. The woman turned her body so they were facing each other and kissed Murat's lips. Once again, Murat's passion was ignited at the break of dawn, and he entered the soft folds between Emily's thighs. "Murat, it's so hard for me to let you go back to Turkey. I still want to be with you longer. Do you have to leave this morning?" Emily pleaded, panting as she attended to the prince's desires.Though Murat felt the same as Emily, he had responsibilities that had been postponed for so lo
After dinner at Emily's apartment, the couple sat on the metal chairs on the balcony. Tonight, the full moon was shining so brightly. It appeared large and round."Is it true, as they say online, that tonight is a supermoon?" Emily remarked, gazing at the brightest object in the night sky, which was a deep blue-black color.Murat, who was deep in thought as he prepared to say goodbye to his beloved, cleared his throat and replied, "Yes, Emily. Astronomers say so. But what difference does it make, and what effect does it have on creatures on Earth?" Hearing Murat's skeptical words, Emily laughed. She replied, "Of course it has an effect on creatures on Earth. However, for us who are more deeply involved in the study of law than astronomy and other celestial bodies, it's clearly not that significant."With a sad expression, Murat said, "Em, I have to say goodbye to you before I leave for my homeland."The news surprised Emily, leaving her momentarily speechless as she tried to compose
"FREEZE ... FREEZE ... FREEZE!!" The shouts of a group of Chicago police officers startled the terrorists who were about to escape with the prisoners, none other than Gordon and Henry Crawford.The two failed escapees raised their hands in surrender to the police. The father and son were soaked in their orange jumpsuits, which read "PRISONER" on the back. All crew members in the helicopter, which had been shot down by Sergeant Rodney Bradford, jumped into the Chicago River. It was the best choice rather than drowning and dying foolishly if they remained in the tilting helicopter. "You are under arrest for attempting to escape with prisoners. And welcome back, Mr. Gordon and Mr. Henry, you failed to escape!" said Lieutenant Myles Rodrigues as he apprehended the criminals surrounded on the banks of the Chicago River.The prisoner transport vehicle, which had been on standby on the highway bridge along the river, quickly filled with prisoners to be transported to the Chicago Police De
"All attendees, please stand!" shouted the court officer who was securing the final trial of the Crawford case that afternoon.Judge Malcom entered the room and sat in his seat of honor. He banged his gavel three times and then calmly began the proceedings. The room was silent due to the tense atmosphere.Following the previous hearing, where the witness and murderer—an accomplice of Gordon Crawford—had been presented, and after the jury's deliberation period, it was now time to announce the results of the jury's deliberations and vote on the case."The jury's deliberations have determined that Mr. Gordon Crawford is guilty of conspiracy to murder several victims, including Miss Cecilia Sommerhalder, Mr. Ronald Banning, Mr. Thomas Simpson, and the Barnes family, as well as many other victims. Therefore, the criminal sentence for this decision is that the defendant is sentenced to 50 years in prison without parole," Judge Malcom stated clearly.Three strikes of the judge's gavel confir
"Let me go! Hey, listen—if you still want to walk free outside of prison, you better not bother me again, Rayden!" Emily said harshly as she struggled in Rayden Dabusche's embrace.The Frenchman furrowed his brow; the word "prison" was a sensitive one that made his ears ring as a criminal. "Why do you want to lock me up, Darling?" Rayden asked curiously.Emily, who had broken free from the man's strong embrace, stepped back to keep her distance from him. She crossed her arms and smiled crookedly, then said, "You've left a trail of your crimes; your information leaked online. I was lucky to get it. Drug trafficking, firearms, and human trafficking. Ckckck ... how terrifying, you disgusting trash!" "What?! Where did you get such nonsense information, Emily? Give me the source!" Rayden demanded, stepping forward to grab the woman's hand. "No! Stay away from me, Cursed Criminal!" Emily hissed, as if she were defiled by Rayden's touch."Was it that Turkish man who told you those lies a