Todos los capítulos de Webs of Dark Passion: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

The first thing I notice is the look in her eyes. She doesn't belong here. That much is obvious but investigation still has to be done.I've dealt with people like her before. They act like prisons are built for vacations and the cuffs on their hands don't bother them. They try to be bold but I see through them. I always do. I trust my guts as much as I trust the training I got at the academy.And at the moment, they are both telling me this suspect isn't a murderer. However, that doesn't mean she is innocent. She is not the criminal and to prove it is exactly what my job here is.“Detective Damon.” An officer calls out. I turn to him. “Yes.”“Aren't you going in?” He waves at the woman cuffed in the interrogation room, boredom etched deep on her face.I continue to stare at her through the glass. She isn't ready for me yet. The boredom on her face needs to become exasperation, anger and then resignation. That is when I will go in.“Let her stay there for three more hours.”“Three?”

I watch as the two men shake hands over a piece of paper, sealing my destiny. I can't believe that my father sold me off for money but it shouldn't be a shock. That man can do anything for money. What is a daughter that he can't sell when he has a dozen more?Gary Rowland has many illegitimate children due to his numerous one-night stands everywhere he goes. The result is that he has a lot of kids he doesn't care for.I bet he is excited that I'm finally proving my usefulness for being born.“Thank you, Mr. Hills.” Gary smiles, oblivious to the resentful glare I send his way.My new husband barely acknowledges him and shifts his focus to me. “Let's go home, wife.”Wife?That feels strange coming from him.I've always had fantasies about being a wife and getting called that by a man but never did I imagine that I would be stuck in a loveless marriage and claimed by a man who paid for me like a piece of meat.“See you around, Raven. Be good.” My father grins as he walks us out.I snort.

They are here again.I want to scream. My heart thuds with fright as I shove the letters out of the way. I can't count how many letters and gifts I've gotten from this unknown and creepy admirer.After getting and reading the hundredth letter, I've stopped counting. I leave the letters at the entrance and rush in as I open the door. The cleaning lady will dispose them before I leave for work the next day. That doesn't mean I won't find another batch of letters by the door when I get back from work.Who is this person?I will do anything to find out who they are.Anything? My subconscious mocks me. I shiver in fright. I don't think I'm sure about that last statement. I'm not ready to give or do anything to find out who my stalker is. I would rather he left me alone.I've read a lot of crazy stuff about stalkers that my mind can't stop torturing me with bizarre images.What if he wants me dead?What if he wants me to be locked up in his bedroom forever?What if he is a hideous psychop

“Come in.” I walk into the spacious living room, clutching my handbag to my shoulder as if it holds the seal of life.I guess it does as all my credentials and last dollar is in that bag. It's either I get this job or get a free ticket out of life.I pray as I move forward, doing my best not to fidget. I've heard a lot about where I am. Dallas Cardon is a ruthless billionaire no one dares cross but pays the highest salary ever known if one can survive working for him.I don't care about his personality. All I need is his money. I keep reminding myself that as I step forward.“He will be with you shortly.” The housekeeper says, a warm smile on her lips.I study her face and body for bruises and signs of abuse. She is the one resigning and the reason I'm in here after all.There are no injuries. Good. I note to myself. If she can leave this job with her limbs intact, so can I.Hopefully. My subconscious tacks at the end without mercy.She leaves. He walks in, a few minutes after and t

There it is again.That undeniable pull in the air, begging for me to be closer and take everything.I need to get out of this bar before I do something stupid.I can't fall like this. I can't go down like this. Since I stepped into this bar two hours ago, I've had that undeniable urge to shatter the determination I've held on for decades.My teeth tingle. My fangs elongate and beg that a taste will do no harm.I know that is a lie. It will do a lot of harm. I won't be able to stop. I think of the thousands I've killed just by believing I could stop after a taste.It's never going to happen again. I've promised myself and I intend to follow through with my plan. Rafe may not be a lot of things but I'm a man of my word.I groan, standing up immediately and rushing out of the bar. I don't care if I scare the people I push out of the way. I don't care if they think I'm crazy. I need to be out before losing my sanity, dignity, and pride.If I stay any more second in that bar, I'm likely t