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“Tax-free. You find me the person who pulled the strings, and when you finish your time, you’ve got a cushion waiting. You can start over. Take care of your sister and her cute little daughter.” I stared at him, my humor flickering like a dying bulb. “You’re serious.” “I’m dead serious.” “You’re also insane. You think I can just poke my head into every gang wing asking questions and nobody will notice?” “You’re cleverer than that,” Bill said evenly. “I’m not asking for a report tomorrow. I’m asking for intelligence. A name. A lead. Anything I can use to stitch this mess together before it becomes a riot.” I scrubbed a hand over my face. The room felt too small, the lemon polish too sharp. Tw

"Yeah, She’s. By the way, I need to go. There are some urgent business matters I have to attend to." “What’s the hurry? Join us for brunch.” I invite. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome here.” He looks at me still. "Bill, Your family needs your care. Your family members.” My family? Am I missing something? "You sound like you're a stranger. You know you're Mom's favorite brother, right?" I say to him. "Half-brother, but yeah, I appreciate that," he chuckles. "Anyway, I should get going."

I asked “We can keep it a secret too, circulate it among all criminals, so let’s the other criminals catch them. Usually criminals are well connected. However, the thing is, do you agree to give a large amount of money? Should be higher than the amount they robbed from Mrs Bolton,” Jack asked Brian

My eyebrows shot up before I could control them “ this isn't your first time?” “Nope, and it certainly won't be the last especially with my brother over there to make sure of it” Brother? I reposted the conversation again in my head and suddenly everything clicked. “Adam is your brother?” Kyle smiled “ unfortunately” “I dont— I would never have expected that” Kyle rolled his eyes again in a way I assumed his irises would get stuck in his head. “ Enough about me, what's going on ? Adam is gone now, you want to make the call again?.

The Los Angeles morning was doing what it always did — burning off its marine layer with slow, indifferent confidence, revealing a sky that had no interest in his problems. "You've thought about this for a while," he said. "Since your brother's birthday dinner," his father said. "When you came alone for the fourth consecutive year and spent the evening on your phone." "I came alone because I was—" "Alone," his father said simply. "Six weeks, Simon." The call ended. Simon set the phone down on his desk and looked at it for a moment the way he looked at contracts that contained unfavorable clauses — not with panic, but with the specific, focused attention of a man calculating the cost of his o

She ripped it open. She sat up straight, ignoring another sharp contraction as she saw her father’s sharp, faded handwriting. It was a letter. Dear Leah, My child, my love, I deeply regret and apologise for the deception and omission in my previous statement. Leah, I must confess that Alexander, unbeknownst to you, provided me with a substantial sum of five million dollars. This revelation may come as a shock, and I understand if it sparks feelings of betrayal and mistrust. Please allow me to explain the circumstances surrounding this matter.

He picked up the phone, and as he spoke, I could see Ryan's anger simmering just beneath the surface, ready to boil over. Ethan's calm demeanor belied the tension that crackled in the air as he confronted his brother Ryan about the company's finances. The confrontation escalated quickly, revealing the deep-seated rivalry between them. Ethan, a board member, asserted his right to investigate, emphasizing the importance of accountability, while Ryan accused him of jealousy over his success.

He smirked, his hands raised to show he was unarmed… for now. “Mia Valisteen. I’ve been dying to meet you,” he drawled. “Get to the point, Billy,” Mia said, her tone sharp. “What do you want?” Billy’s smirk widened. “Straight to business. I like that.” He leaned against a crate, his posture casual but his eyes calculating. “My brother and I don’t exactly see eye to eye these days. He’s been cozying up to Dylan, playing the loyal lapdog. But me? I see potential elsewhere.”

A knock broke through my spiraling thoughts. My heart leapt. For a second, I imagined Ethan standing there, breathless and apologetic, ready to explain everything. But it wasn’t him. Richard Westwood, his father, walked in instead. My chest sank. The father of the groom. The billionaire who built the Westwood empire. A man whose smiles always came with an agenda. “Emily,” he said, voice clipped. “We have a situation.” I blinked at him. “What kind of situation?” He hesitated. Richard Westwood never hesitated. That was my first warning.

asked Uncle Danial once the waiter had left. I nodded my head confidently. I saw Uncle Danial blow air roughly out of his mouth. He gave me a doubtful look, then pushed a photograph taken from his wallet towards me. I stare deeply at the photo. A pair of small children smiled through their teeth at the camera. They looked very happy there. I drew my eyes from the photo to Uncle Danial. Obviously the middle-aged man understood my questioning gaze. "The boy in blue is your brother, Axe. The one next to him is my favorite daughter, Isabel. They grew up together like siblings. Although both are cousins." Uncle Danial began to tell the story.