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He immediately shouted out: "Has the forensics team arrived yet?" "Sir, they're on their way." The man who answered him is a young police. The man looks around the area, involuntarily frowns, “Turn off this damn sound." As he spoke, he pointed at the playing vintage cassette player. After a while, he noticed a handsome young man who was touching and measuring something next to the victim's body, especially the mysterious black rose. The young man mutters: "Black rose- revenge, punishment and death, hmmm, how interesting”.

too far from this site, on the top of the hill and take a deep breath in fresh air. After 2 minutes of it, I again move towards my mansion and start ran within 5 of minutes I reached in my mansion. A beautiful mansion which I built for myself and that place which give me peace, relief, calm and everything which I can’t able to find in this fussy1 world. The beautiful colors of this house, the beautiful garden and every flower which I plant by my hands, I remember everything that how I build this mansion. I came into my mansion and a large door open; I just press my thumb on the right-side wall of my mansion and now my magic is started, all the black colors of my mansion turned into the beau

He listened in silence, his expression growing grimmer with every passing second. "She was watching a video?" he repeated. Another pause. "She was crying?" Mr. Oh closed his eyes briefly. "What video was it?" He listened again, then sighed heavily. "The CCTV couldn't capture what was on her screen?" A beat of silence. "Very well. Thank you." He ended the call and turned sharply to Mac. "Where is Young Mistress's phone?" "In the car," Mac replied, confused but alarmed by the urgency in Mr. Oh's voice. "Let's go."

He handed the small liquid bottle over to the hooded man. The hooded man gripped the bottle tightly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of desperation and malice. "Are you sure this will make him go all out?" he whispered fiercely, staring at the clear fluid. "This is our absolute last chance. We need to bring him down tomorrow. I am not letting him take that cup from us."

I said. Immediately, one of the men yanked my hair back and punched me across the face. Blood dripped from my lips. “I’ve been watching you from the shadows, Ethan. You have no idea what kind of game you’re trying to play with the Blackwoods. Watch your back while you still can,” Caspian warned calmly. The calmness in his voice made my stomach churn. It confirmed what I already suspected—the Blackwoods were far worse than they appeared. “I’m not sleeping with Marlene. If I were, I wouldn’t hide it,” I said. His eyes darkened.

It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Untouchable. Just like the man who owned it.

He sat across from Roman and turned the screen toward him. Roman pressed his lips together, teeth grinding as the video loaded. “That’s the footage of the stabbed man in Klara’s story,” Davin said. Roman leaned forward, eyes sharp, unblinking. “What’s going on?” He snapped. “Nothing is happening.” “Just keep watching, Mr Blackwood.” Roman’s expression stayed unreadable—until it didn’t. On screen, the hooded figure stepped out of the shadows. The “stabbed” man shifted. Too easily. Too deliberately. The hooded figure reached down, pulling him up. They spoke casually and shared what seemed like laughter.

Then I hear someone whisper from behind, “She’s sitting next to him.” Another person gasps softly and my heartbeat picks up. What’s going on? I glance sideways again...and that’s when I notice it. The tattoos peeking from under his long sleeves and wrapping around his wrist like dark vines colorfully and dangerously. My breath catches. Wait. No. It can’t be but the more I look, the more certain I am. The hair.. the eyes and the tattoos. It’s him! It's Ryan fucking Blackwood!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 The yacht lurched as a drone dived low with its slipstream rattling the mahogany panels of the cabin. The calm, bourbon-smooth face of Silas Blackwood finally cracked. He turned toward the navigation screen with his violet eyes narrowing at the digital image of Julian Thorne’s mocking face.

replied, “Good, I prefer a quick fight.” The group surrounded me, raising their iron rods to strike at me with all their might. With a swift motion, I slashed my dagger across their wrists, using my last ounce of strength to push myself off the ground and kick towards them. Thud! Several of them fell to the ground. Suddenly, a rumbling sound echoed nearby. “Not good, someone’s coming! Let’s go!” More than a dozen men in black jumped off the truck, but just as they were about to escape, a blinding light shone down on them. A group of armed individuals aimed their dark guns at the men, while a helicopter hovered above. A tall, stern-looking man stepped out of a vehicle. An overwhelming pressu