Crime Novel Pseudonym Novels & Stories

The first file was about the fatal midnight street race. The report stated that Ava had bribed an underground bookie and orchestrated the entire scene, having herself stripped and thrown onto the racetrack, precisely calculating that his protective instincts would kick in. The rival boss who had used her as a wager had simply received a large anonymous wire transfer. The second file exposed the so-called "car bomb" attack. Surveillance from a blind spot showed Ava planting a fake bomb under the car herself. There was no retaliation from old rival families. She had used his paranoia to successfully frame the innocent Eleonora.

The quality was poor, blurry, but I squinted, my myopia making it even harder to discern. “It looks familiar,” one of the crew whispered, leaning closer to the others. Reynolds’ gaze swept across us. “The information about him is actually fake. His real identity is Ethan Cross, twenty-two years old, a graduate of Sweden University of Technology.” My heart stopped. My blood ran cold instantly. Ethan? My Ethan? My chest heaved violently as a hot flush of panic and disbelief coursed through me. Ethan is so naive… so sheltered. He could never commit such a crime. He doesn’t even leave the house. He can barely take care of himself. This has to be some mistake. It has to be.