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"If this watch ever shows the wrong time, know that your life is in grave danger." Anaya Sharma has spent her life exposing other people's secrets. But when her grandfather, a mysterious watchmaker in Shimla, dies in a suspicious fire, she discovers the greatest secret was the one he left behind. Her only inheritance is a broken antique pocket watch and a cryptic message leading her to Kabir—the ruthless private investigator with a dangerous past and a reputation for destroying anyone who crosses him. Anaya expects to uncover the truth behind her grandfather’s death. Instead, she is drawn into a deadly mystery where hidden enemies, buried secrets, and a ticking clock bring her closer to a truth someone will kill to protect. Forced to trust the one man she should fear, Anaya and Kabir must uncover the secret behind the watch before time runs out. Because when the watch strikes the thirteenth hour, nothing will ever be the same.

My father, Daniel Jacobson, teams up with the elders in my family to launch the Family app. Every child's behavior is converted into points, and those points determine who inherits the family's wealth. As the least favored daughter in the family, I am one of the first people forced to use it. "You earn one point for greeting your parents. Massaging shoulders or washing feet gives you ten points. Handing over your entire paycheck gets you 1,000 points. This is my original digital system for measuring good behavior." If I dare complain even once, or if I rank last on the scoreboard, Dad humiliates me relentlessly in the family group chat. He even forces me to kneel and wash the feet of whoever has the highest score as an apology. He looks at my hands that are red and scalded from the hot water and sighs. Then, his expression turns resolute again as he says, "I know it hurts now, but this is for your own good. A rough diamond has to be cut and polished before it can sparkle. I'm helping to smooth away your rough edges so your future will be smoother. "The points system is my greatest achievement. It's the deepest expression of a father's love." Today is Independence Day. It's also our family's annual scoreboard finalizing day. Dad invites all our relatives over. In front of everyone, he plans to announce that I, the child who ranks last, will be disowned. He wants everyone to see what happens to anyone who dares challenge his authority. "I'm doing this for the good of our family. Without rules, there can be no order. And without a strict upbringing, you won't build up the perfect character. One day, you'll understand my good intentions." But, Dad... I have already ended my own life by overdosing on some medicine. Right now, my lifeless body lies cold in the room upstairs, waiting for you to uncover it with your own hands.

On graduation day, I caught Julian—the boy who had been my shadow for twelve years—pinning another woman against the wall, kissing her hard. His hand smacked her ass before he scooped her up and carried her into the hotel. When my call interrupted him, he just hung up impatiently and texted back: "Aria, stop playing the fragile little girl with your panic attacks. I'm not your babysitter anymore." "I'm the next in line for the Valerius family. I have real business to handle. I don't have the energy to be your nanny." Then, he coldly sent me a link to some newly developed AI personal assistant app. "If you're that lonely, go chat with the AI. It's way more useful than you clinging to me every day." I stood frozen, tears streaming down my face. A suffocating wave of heartbreak and loss swallowed me whole. My parents died saving his parents—the current Don and Donna of the Valerius Family. We grew up together. He took care of me for twelve years. I always thought he loved me. I even thought we'd get married one day. But now, I was just a burden. An annoyance. Watching his back disappear into the hotel lobby, I numbly downloaded the app. "What color should I wear to the graduation party?" "Burgundy. It complements your pale skin and hugs your curves perfectly." "I want to change up my jewelry too..." "You have beautiful collarbones. You don't need anything complicated. A minimalist platinum necklace would be perfect." "Where should I go for my solo graduation trip?" "Your private account shows a love for the Mediterranean. Go to the Amalfi Coast. The sun will look good on you." "Okay. I'll listen to you." Wait. Something was wrong. Why would an AI app know about my secret Instagram account?

The world has no shortage of action stories where problems are solved through bullets and explosions. Readers are increasingly looking for thrillers that challenge the mind and the heart. IZO 44: AI Predator answers that demand with a fresh kind of detective novel: one where intelligence, technology, digital forensics, artificial intelligence, cyber investigation, psychology, and human insight become the true weapons against organized crime. Joel Vale is not defined by gun but by the mysteries he unravels through observation, deduction and courage. This book is a detective series that celebrates critical thinking, teamwork, and justice while exploring the opportunities and dangers of emerging technologies. IZO 44: AI Predator Series Vision When brilliant artificial intelligence researcher Ava Morgan vanishes without a trace, every clue points in a different direction. Only detective Joel Vale notices a pattern hidden beneath the digital noise. As Joel and his investigative team follow seemingly unrelated disappearances, they uncover an invisible predator unlike any criminal they have faced before. It leaves no fingerprints, breaks no doors, and rarely appears in person. Instead, it watches. Quietly learning from surveillance systems, public networks, behavioral data, and the predictable routines of ordinary people, it identifies victims long before they realize they are being hunted. Every breakthrough only deepens the mystery. The investigation reveals an adaptive intelligence capable of anticipating human decisions, manipulating evidence, and staying several moves ahead of its pursuers. To stop the Predator, Joel must defeat not only a machine, but the hidden architects who transformed revolutionary technology into a weapon against humanity. Just as victory seems within reach, encrypted financial records expose the existence of a shadowy figure whose influence stretches across continents. His identity remains unknown. The only name attached to the empire is: The Crypto Kingpin ….which is the sequel to this book.

…Moved by her plight, I made a firm decision. "I will help you," I said, looking into her eyes with sincerity. But it came with a condition, and I wanted her to be aware of it. There were always strings attached to this world. Her question lingered in the air. "What conditions?" Abebi asked, seeking clarity. I took a deep breath, "You will give me your body. You shall become my mistress." "I will think about it." She said as she sermons unbelievable courage and looks at me straight in the eye for the first time since our conversation. "I need to go now." "Where do you think you are going? Our deal starts now." I grabbed her hand, preventing her from further moving close to the door. "If you want to live, you better start undressing yourself," I ordered. I watched as he obediently obeyed my instructions… ******* {Strong female lead & originally mafia novel} In the gritty underworld of crime and desperation, a young girl named Abebi found herself trapped in a web of darkness. With her father's debts looming over her family, she had no choice but to step into the dangerous world of the mafia.

She thought she knew love. At eighteen, Eve Monroe gives her virginity to her brother’s best friend. But the man she trusted with her heart is no savior, but a predator. Ian isn’t just ambitious, he’s ruthless. Noah, Eve’s brother, is part of an underground organization that hunts men like Ian. But when Eve learns the truth about Ian and her brother, she’s trapped in the crossfire. Will she stand with Noah, the brother who raised her? Or will she be destroyed by the man she once called her first love? Either way, betrayal runs deeper than blood.