Bella Thorne On Kc Undercover Novels & Stories

“What is the ‘Mission Impossible’ kind of madness is this? Katherine—be serious.” “I am serious,” Katherine replied, her voice firm now, almost trembling. “While I was in Manhattan, I found out Beth recently fired a few domestic staff. She’s hiring new ones—urgently. If you go now, you’ll get it. You have the right look, you’re quick and discreet, and you’ll blend in. And you’re smart. If anyone can get close to the truth… it’s you.” Carolina shook her head in disbelief. “You’re asking me to leave my stable job… to go undercover in your ex-husband’s house as a maid… so you can spy on him?”

“Finally, you made it home. Who’s this?” “Julia, my twin,” Bella said. “We just found out. This is Kili, aka ‘Joker.’” Kili sat down, her gaze sharp. “Damn, you’re beautiful. Sorry, go ahead, start talking.” Bella laid it all out. “Definitely a setup,” Kili said, leaning back. “But he got caught. We’ll fight it. I need to make some calls.” She picked up her phone. “Jin, send me the camera feeds from yesterday and the day before. Karen, meet me at county jail. Bella, if you want to visit, now’s the time.”

We didn't sleep that night. Instead, we gathered around the table like generals planning a war. Maps spread across the wood. Laptops glowing. Coffee cups emptying and refilling in an endless cycle. Hana had brought in a second operative—a woman named Kaelen who specialized in tracking fugitives through digital footprints. "Thorne is offline," Kaelen reported, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "No credit card usage. No phone pings. No social media activity. He's gone dark completely."