America's Untold Stories Rumble の小説・ストーリー

Some even dug up old scandals involving the Byrds from five years ago. Fred was released, and Dean dropped the lawsuit, agreeing to negotiate. Now Fred and I found ourselves back in the eye of a media storm, similar to five years ago, but even more intense. The crowd outside was more frenzied than before. Seeing me being attacked by everyone, Dean seemed to be satisfied and stopped bothering me. On the day I went to pick up Fred from the police station, I was blindsided by a pack of journalists rushing at me, all hurling questions about our parents embezzling project funds and the pressure that had driven them to suicide.

There was no way she was going to tell Carol she had overslept as a result of staying up all night trying to finish up an article. Specifically, because Carol disliked excuses. “Excuses won't do the job,” she'd always say. “I'm sorry,” Emily finally spoke reverently after Carol gave her a sideways glance. Carol ignored Emily and pulled out a file with a picture on it, dumping it in front of her, “Rex Hale. Billionaire tech mogul. I need an interview from him.” Huh? Emily frowned slightly as she flipped through the pages. Clearly, this wasn't what she had expected.

Leonardo will be with you soon. I frown. Okay, I’m not being kidnapped. What if I’m being offered to be some sex worker? I’ve heard stories of girls traveling abroad and suddenly living lavishly but can’t leave the country. I frown about to stand up when the two men from last night enter my line of sight, but this time a third man with them.

ISABELLA'S POV: Today is my first day of work, and I’m standing in front of Mr. Parker’s house, feeling an odd mixture of nerves and curiosity. Yesterday, I left in such a hurry that I completely forgot to ask him something important. It’s been gnawing at me all night, and I need to ask him now or else I won’t be able to focus when he’s around. I take a deep breath and press the doorbell, hoping to catch him before he leaves for work.

“Someone discreet. Someone who understands hospital systems.” There is a pause as he listened to the voice on the other end. “Yes. Domestic abuse cases. Private wards. Unreported incidents.” Another pause. “No,” Ethan said softly. “I need it documented.” He ended the call and leaned back, exhaling slowly. He wasn’t angry anymore. He was focused. Somewhere in the city, a man believed he’d won by force. Ethan Reed would teach him what happened when violence met patience. And when money meets truth. And if there's one more game he has to play, which he hates so much... It's to meet up with an old time frenemy.

"Jonas Kael's audit log. And Thorne knows I have it." Kunle’s response was a low whistle of surprise and concern. "Mimi, you are either the bravest or the most reckless woman I know. Get up here. Now." The Unlikely Alliance Ten minutes later, Mimi was sitting across a glass coffee table from Kunle in a minimalist, chrome-and-steel living room. Kunle, dressed in a silk robe despite the hour, poured her a glass of water, his face unreadable. Mimi opened her messenger bag, placing the ruggedized external drive and the heavy, leather-bound ledger onto the table. The silence in the room was electric as Kunle began to flip through the pages, examining the meticulous handwriting and the cryptic not

While packing, I would think of his disfigured body when he died. So, I packed on and off for two full days. At the very end, as I was wiping down a decorative piece on Dad's desk, a click sounded. A hidden compartment appeared on the bookshelf behind me, revealing a locked box. I froze for a second, then pried the box open with a hammer. Inside was a document I had never seen before. I read through it, noting that the contents seemed to relate to the Bianchi family's bankruptcy. I steadied my racing heart and hired a trusted private investigator to look into the matter.

The kicking Tana and I received from them that night is a story for another day. Remind me to not ever sleep on the same bed with hyper active kids. Their energy cannot even sleep at night.

Yuck! "Taxi!!" I called out

Megara's ear perked up when she heard a throaty voice of a man. "Yes, but I only have those who don't have a soulmate. What else can I give you? Please stop disturbing me and my wife every other single day. We understand that you pay those girls but money doesn't matter because they don't consent. You are raping them every other day with your men here. Rarely anyone comes here anymore. What have we done to deserve this?" She heard a familiar voice of a pleading old man. Her face hardened and her eyes narrowed. So those cheerful voices they were making were because they were rapping a woman?