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THE CLIFFSIDE

مؤلف: LARRY BENSON
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-21 05:14:23

Jace immediately got frightened.

“Why did you open the trunk?” He asked,

“That doesn’t answer my question, I asked

Who is this in your trunk?” She said,

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“Obviously I wasn’t supposed to see you have a dead body in your trunk.” She said,

“You are just overreacting.”

“Am I overreacting? There's literally a dead man squeezed inside your trunk.” She said,

Jace got out of the car.

“He isn't dead, he's probably just unconscious.” He said,

“Dead or unconscious, why
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  • Pregnant by the Playboy Heir     FEAR HAS A NAME

    The question hit harder than Jace expected.“Do you by any chance know a woman named Zena Hayes?”For the first time since entering the station—Jace’s expression slipped.Only for a second.But Detective Cole saw it.A tiny pause.A flicker in his eyes.Jace recovered quickly, though.His face relaxed again as he let out a soft laugh.“Zena Hayes?” he repeated casually.Cole watched him carefully. “Yes.”Jace shook his head once. “Never heard the name before.”Cole stayed silent.Jace forced another faint smile. “Should I know her?”“Maybe.”Jace folded his arms slowly. “No. I don’t know anybody called Zena Hayes.”His voice sounded calm.But Detective Cole noticed something else now.Jace’s fingers.They had tightened slightly against his sleeve.The tiny details were what mattered.But fear always escaped somewhere through the body.Cole kept his tone neutral. “That’s interesting.”“What is?”“Mallory Allison seemed pretty convinced she exists.”Jace scoffed lightly. “Mallory also

  • Pregnant by the Playboy Heir    CHAPTER 42 — THE PERFECT VISITOR

    Rain still poured outside the Atlanta Police Department.The weather had turned ugly.Grey skies. Cold wind. Police sirens somewhere far away.Inside the station, Detective Raymond Cole stood near the observation window, watching Alejandro Romero inside the interrogation room.Romero looked worse now.Sweating.Restless.Scared.The old man kept rubbing his hands together while staring at the metal table like it had answers written on it.Cole noticed everything.Fear always looked different depending on the person.Some people became loud.Others became quiet.Romero looked like a man waiting for something terrible to happen.Then suddenly—One of the younger officers walked toward Cole quickly.“Detective.”Cole looked away from the glass. “What?”“There’s someone here asking about Daniel Park.”“Family?”“No sir.”The officer hesitated briefly.“It’s Jace Norman.”Cole’s expression changed slightly.Interesting.Very interesting.—The front lobby of the station had gone unusuall

  • Pregnant by the Playboy Heir    CONFESSIONS HAVE SHADOWS

    Rain tapped the windows of the Atlanta Police Department.Detective Raymond Cole stood near the evidence board staring at the crime scene photos again.Daniel Park’s body, the cliff, the river, the bruises. All on the investigation sketch board.Nothing about the case felt clean anymore.Behind him, officers moved around carrying files and coffee while phones rang nonstop across the floor.But Cole barely noticed any of it.His mind remained stuck on one thing.The Ferrari.Mallory Allison’s reaction didn't look fake.Confused? Yes.Emotional? Definitely.But not fake. He thought to himself.Detective Cole rubbed his jaw slowly before finally speaking.“Run it again.”The tech officer looked up from the computer. “Run what again?”“The Ferrari.”“We already checked traffic cameras.”“I know.”The officer frowned slightly. “Then what exactly are we looking for?”Cole walked toward the desk.“I want every Ferrari registered in Atlanta pulled up.”The tech officer blinked once. “Every Fe

  • Pregnant by the Playboy Heir    SOME LIES NEED VOLUNTEERS

    “This is insane.”Mallory pushed herself away from the interrogation table abruptly.Detective Cole remained seated calmly while the other officers inside the room watched her carefully.“You’re telling me there’s no Zena?” Mallory asked.“That’s exactly what we’re telling you,” Detective Cole replied.Mallory laughed nervously.“No. No, that’s impossible.”The female officer folded her arms. “You said she worked for the Norman Enterprise.”“She does!”“We checked.”Mallory shook her head repeatedly.“Then check again.”“We already did.”“Then your people are incompetent.”Detective Cole sighed quietly.“Miss Allison—”“No.” Mallory snapped immediately. “You don’t understand.”She started pacing now.“There was a girl there, she wore a black dress, she had dark hair, with a very sharp mouth and an annoying attitude.”The officers exchanged glances.Mallory pointed toward them aggressively.“She drove the Ferrari!”“There was no Ferrari.”“There WAS!”Detective Cole leaned back slight

  • Pregnant by the Playboy Heir    THE LIE STARTS BREATHING

    Mallory stared at the three officers standing outside her apartment.The female officer remained calm.“Miss Allison, we need you to come with us.”Mallory folded her arms slowly.“Do you have a warrant?”The officers exchanged brief looks.“We’re bringing you in for questioning.”“That didn’t answer my question.”The male officer sighed already looking tired.“Miss Allison—”“No.” Mallory cut in immediately. “I know my rights.”Her heartbeat had started rising badly now, but she refused to show it.“You can’t just show up at my apartment and expect me to follow you like some criminal.”The female officer kept her voice professional.“We’re trying to handle this respectfully.”“And I’m trying not to sue the Atlanta Police Department before breakfast.”One of the officers muttered quietly under his breath. “She's acting suspicious.”Mallory heard it.“What was that?” she snapped.“Nothing ma’am.”Mallory grabbed the edge of the door tighter.“I want my lawyer first.”“You can contact y

  • Pregnant by the Playboy Heir     THE BODY ALWAYS RETURNS

    The maid standing behind him slowly stepped backwards.The entire sitting room suddenly felt smaller.Jace’s jaw tightened, and then Jace’s phone rang.He checked who was calling, and it was his father.Jace stared at the screen for two seconds before declining the call instantly.The phone rang again immediately.This time, he answered.“What?” Jace said.Mr. Norman’s voice came calm.“Get to my office. Now.”The call ended.—Mr. Norman stood beside the large windows in his office while the television continued playing the news quietly in the background.His personal assistant stood near the desk looking nervous.Then his private phone rang.Mr. Norman answered immediately.“This is Edward Norman speaking.”“Good morning, sir,” a deep voice replied. “Deputy Police Officer Raymond Cole, Atlanta Georgia State Police Department.”Mr. Norman’s face remained unreadable.“How may I help you, officer?”“We recovered the body of one of your security employees this morning.”“Daniel Park.”

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