Is 'The Missing And The Dead' Part Of A Series?

To save his childhood sweetheart, who had a congenital heart condition, my husband tricked me into signing an organ donation agreement. Then he got into a truck and ran me over right in front of the hospital. Barely clinging to life, Elliot Carter tore my heart from my chest. When my body was wheeled out of the operating room, Alan Yates came crashing to my side like a man gone mad. Seeing the gaping hole where my heart used to be, he screamed and wept: "I'm sorry… I was too late… If there's another life, I'll never let you suffer like this again…" Tears fell exactly where my heart had been, and somehow, I even felt a flicker of warmth. He spun around and ran back into the operating room. When he came out again, Elliot and Jessica Foster were lying in a pool of blood. Alan, meanwhile, had slashed his own wrist to die with me. On his deathbed, he ordered that we be buried together. Then I opened my eyes. I had been reborn. Before me stood Elliot, dressed in a wedding gown, holding a bouquet, and proposing. I flung the flowers in his face and turned to embrace Alan in the crowd. However, only a year and a half into our marriage, he changed. Alan began openly pairing up with Jessica, letting her move into our home. Worse, he claimed that our cat's mating season had disturbed Jessica's sleep, and so he allowed her to run over the cat I had raised for seven years. I could not believe it. This was not the man who had loved me so deeply in my previous life. My eyes blazing, I demanded, "What's wrong with you?" However, Alan's gaze was icy. "Nothing. I just don't love you anymore."

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”

Manolya Kara’s world is defined by what is missing. Her mother is gone, her father is an unreadable stranger wrapped in dangerous secrets, and now, the woman who raised her is losing her only sister to an unnatural disappearance. As the small Turkish coastal town of Akyaka descends into panic over a legendary creature that judges the guilty, Manolya is forced into a war she didn't know existed when she opens an antique box she was never meant to touch. The result? Guided by a snarky demon from the fall of Constantinople bound in the form of a cat, Manolya uncovers the Hellblades: rubied scimitars that bleed red light and force monsters into the open. Swept into the dangerous obsidian dimension, Manolya and her cousins must train under a ruthless weapons master and learn to fight alongside a demon, or become the next victims sacrificed to the darkness.

Sixteen, drenched in blood, and cuffed to a hospital bed. Arrested beside the lifeless body of a beautiful witch doctor, Manolya Kara is found traumatized in Kapadokya’s underground city. The police think it is an open and shut case of first degree murder, but there is one problem: Manolya remembers absolutely nothing. Bengü Yalçın is dead, but even her lifeless corpse causes trouble. As a powerful, elite cover up team known as the Dark Affairs Unit steps in to manipulate the narrative, Manolya must piece together what happened in Derinkuyu before the media and the courts ruin her life. With the missing murder weapon hidden and a preserved body packed in a bag, Manolya must journey up to the mountains to find Heaven’s Gate. Aziz sacrificed everything to save her from the dark, and she will risk a descent into hell itself to lay him down to rest.

Sue Greene in one elaborately planned schemed steamy night, lost her home and reputation... but gained just one thing that encompasses it all. Ford Mason, the current CEO of the Mason Group, fell for one cute and sweet woman just for one hot and steamy night. As Sue's family wanted her to marry instead of her sister to a vegetable, she refuses and is given a choice. To Marry him or to get Disowned. She chooses the get Disowned and leaves the country. Five long years later, Sue is back as a woman with a child and the founder and CEO of the brand that is on everyone's lips. And she's back to have her revenge on those who asked for it.

Just a few days before my wedding, I accidentally come across a post while scrolling online. The title reads, "To the guy getting married in this city, your fiancée's already cheated on you." Curious, I click in to see the gossip, only to realize I'm the one being talked about. A deep male voice plays in the video. "I heard you're getting married?" The woman in the frame, bare-backed and trembling, chokes back a sob. "After you left, I realized you're still the one I love most. I'm done with him. Take me away, please!" The moment I hear her voice, it feels like someone punches me straight in the chest. Then I notice something on her wrist—the luxury couple's bracelet I gave her just yesterday. And in that instant, I feel like the biggest joke of all. Turns out the fool was me.