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Despite Thorne Henderson's chilly demeanor after seven years of marriage, Charlene Ross always smiled at him, demonstrating her great love and belief that she would one day win his heart. Rather, she discovered him completely enamored and very protective of another woman, but she persisted in tenaciously preserving their marriage. Charlene was left alone in an empty room on her birthday after he took their child to be with the other lady after she had flown abroad to find him and their daughter. At last, she quit up at that point. As she watched her raised daughter refer to another woman as "mom," Charlene's sorrow subsided.

Jordan Carter has made a career out of defending the kind of clients everyone else is afraid to touch—without ever crossing her own line. So when a sealed, high-dollar retainer lands on her desk tied to Mercer Holdings, she expects a rich man’s mess and a clean paycheck. Instead, she’s driven through gates and cameras to a fortress of “security” men who watch her like prey, and introduced to Maddox Mercer—cold, controlled, and dangerous in a way no suit should be. A body has surfaced on his land: a violent trafficker killed in self-defense… and then buried. The district attorney, Silvia Smith, isn’t just looking for a conviction—she’s building a task force meant to destroy the entire organization. Jordan’s job is to keep the pack out of prison. Maddox’s job is to make sure she and her team doesn’t learn enough to ruin them. But the deeper Jordan digs, the more personal it gets. The dead man’s name is tied to her father’s “wild animal” case—the call that ended his life and left her with questions no one would answer. Forced to live on Mercer land “for security,” Jordan finds missing footage, rehearsed stories, and an internal traitor with a grudge sharp enough to burn the pack down from the inside. Maddox can be her greatest threat… or her only ally, if she can survive the pull between what she feels and what she knows. Because if Jordan exposes the truth, she can win the case—and destroy him. If she protects him, she’ll become complicit in a secret that was never meant to survive daylight.

Katherine Hall has spent six years trying to forget Heath Moore. The video he leaked when she was seventeen destroyed her family—her father died the from shame, her mother fell into debt, and Katherine's future was ripped away. Now she's back in London, desperate and broke. Her mother is in the ICU with £43,000 in medical bills, and the clock is ticking. The only offer that can save her comes from the one person she swore she'd never see again. Heath Moore is offering her a job. It's a fortune. It's a trap. It's everything she hates. But the deeper Katherine falls into Heath's world, the more she realizes nothing is what it seems. Strange encrypted files. Mysterious shell companies. A project codenamed MARIS with ties to a global conspiracy. And Heath—cold, guarded, and watching her every move—is hiding something. When she's abducted and interrogated about MARIS, Heath arrives to save her, and he finally tells her the truth: He built MARIS. It's an autonomous targeting system that feeds assassination orders to drones and military networks. He never meant for it to be used this way. And now, the people controlling it will kill anyone who tries to stop them. Katherine agrees to help him destroy MARIS. But she has one condition: when it's over, he disappears from her life forever. As they race across continents, hunted by assassins and betrayed by allies, Katherine discovers the one thing she never expected—the man she hates is the only person she can trust. And the love she buried six years ago is the only thing that can save them both. The truth is never as clean as the story they tell you. But love is the only thing that makes it worth finding.

The Last Call of Order is a teen fiction novel. The story took place at Urbama or as others call it- the city of crimes, where numerous crimes happen within the day but invisible to the public. A young boy, Xyler Darkenlor who mysteriously killed his mother was abducted. For an unknown reason, he was chosen to enter an institute where he was trained at a young age to be an Arial, the highest position in the killing chamber. To be accepted, he was let to pick a code name Niko which then he uses to forget his name. Niko receives order from his superiors in the chamber. They are being paid high for every completion of one mission. In one mission, he met Reca a highschool student who was shifting as a counter lady in one restaurant. He was intimiced by her beauty and ended up having relationship with her hiding his real identity. In a short period of time, Niko learned that Reca was actually the daughter of an ambassador that is currently involved in the order given by his superior, Kana. He was ordered the next day to kill her.

Vito Costa has one rule he never breaks—everything must be done according to the hierarchy of priorities he has set. Curled up in his arms one day, I ask, "Can our baby be the top priority?" Just like always, he kisses me on the forehead and brushes me off, saying, "My schedule is packed with meetings with the Five Families. Let me get through them first." This whole time, I keep believing that he's just busy doing everything he can to secure a safe future for our child and me. Then, during my second month of pregnancy, a sharp, twisting pain shoots through my abdomen. Vito drives me to Riviera Hospital, the Costa family's hospital, in his armored sedan. But before we get there, he sees an encrypted message on the dashboard display and abruptly makes a sharp turn. "Sofia's cat is vomiting, and she's crying." Sofia Bianchi is my best friend—and the administrative secretary Vito has recently made an exception to promote over other candidates. Even as the pain in my abdomen makes me dig my nails into the leather seat, he drives straight to Sofia's apartment anyway. As soon as he gets out of the car, a notification flashes on the display. It reads, "Top Priority." Sofia's matters always come first. Vito buys the burial plot for her father following his death. He pays off the illegal gambling debts her brother racked up. I see the list of 196 trivial tasks, each one bolded in red to indicate its overwhelming priority over everything else. My fingers tremble as I scroll downward. Eventually, after skimming past the ammunition records and assassination orders, I finally see the words "pick a name for the baby". That elicits a mocking, bitter laugh from me. To Vito, even the most insignificant of social obligations are bigger priorities than the baby and me. I take off the ring, a Costa family heirloom, and gently set it down on the seat. Since Vito cares so little about me, I'm not interested in keeping this relationship going either.

My husband, Alex Carter, is a top AI engineer. He one day gets drugged by a new intern at his company, and one night of chaos follows. He calls me the next morning, his voice hoarse from a hangover and filled with unfamiliar panic. "Em, I messed up. But don't worry. I gave her enough money to disappear from this city." After ten years together, I believe it is just a momentary lapse in judgment. Six months later, Alex's company suffers the worst cyber attack in its history, with core data hanging by a thread. I rush back from a fragrance exhibition in Astral, only to witness a scene at the data center entrance that sends me into shock. Alex stands outside the tightly sealed door, his face showing a weariness and guilt I have never seen before. The doctor says that the intern, Brooke Anderson, is three months pregnant and has spent 72 hours with him in the high-radiation server room. Now, she shows signs of miscarriage. Later, Brooke gives birth to twins, a boy and a girl. The entire Carter family is ecstatic. I remove the wedding ring that has accompanied me for ten years, my fingertips turning ice cold. I dial the number saved with only one letter "S" and say, "Mr. Sullivan, I accept the collaboration you proposed last time." A low, soft laugh comes from the other end of the line. "Ms. Emma Shaw, that's a wise decision."