Novel & Cerita Daphne Blake Mystery Inc

Sighing inwardly, he said, “I got a phone call yesterday that my men tried to kill Gabriele. They believe he had something to do with everyone’s deaths.” Daphne went silent again. She knew very well all the answers to the questions he had, but it was her secret. Getting up, she stared at him, saying, “Gabriele only followed my orders, nothing more, nothing less. He doesn’t know who did it, only I do.” “But he ordered them to be killed,” Dante said cautiously as he watched her. She shook her head. Turning away from him, she faced the window, saying, “All he knows is to do what I say.”

He places his hand on his shoulder and smiles unwilling to let him go. "Grandpa, I really need your help." Blake hangs his head, his eyes threatening to perk with tears. "What's going on Blake?" Blake's grandpa frowns, his voice going from a cheerful tone to a more melancholic tone. "Grandpa, those archives you told me to look over, you were right. You were right about all of them. There's a vampire by the name of Damian who is seeking revenge on our pack. But that's not the only thing I fear." He sits with his grandfather inside at the table.

I answer, but my voice comes out hesitant. She smiles, her eyes still intently on my face. “But you are alone, Magnus. So terribly alone.” I look away, not liking her lingering gaze on me anymore, preparing for her next words. “I did it for Kian,” Daphne confesses in a hushed tone. “What I've just told you about is but a glimpse of the mountain of my life that I entrusted to him. But your uncle... he insists that I disclose these truths to you now.”

One month after the traumatic incident, Maverick and Deanna were put on trial for attempted murder, rape, homicide, and other related allegations that were charged to them. Meanwhile, Daphne’s mother, Linda Collins, was also convicted of the crime of conspiring with the suspects and was sentenced by the court to five years of imprisonment. Before going to jail, Linda begged for her daughter’s forgiveness, but she failed to do so when Daphne had already wanted nothing to do with her, cutting her off completely in her life.

Too convenient. Either she was involved— or someone wanted them to believe she was. Neither possibility helped. Mr. Dube hesitated before speaking again. “Miss Harper blames you.” Brian gave a humorless smile. “She should.” Dube studied him carefully. “Then why continue?” That question lingered longer than Brian expected. Because the truth was becoming harder to admit. At first, Daphne had been responsibility. Then strategy. Then obligation to Neil. Now? Brian looked toward the conference room again. Daphne had removed her heels and was standing barefoot beside the table while reading financial reports. She looked exhausted and furious. Still refusing to break. Something dangerous moved quie

Then they brought her in. Daphne Reid. Twenty three years old, worked as a baker in a local bread factory, has an aged mother who needs surgery and a toxic marriage she was clearly trying to escape. I had already done my research. My men had gathered all the details they could find. The pieces fell into place too perfectly. She stood there, uncertain and confused, with her eyes darting around my office as if she were still trying to process why she was here. She looked exactly like Daisy. It was eerie.

I shot him a sideways glance and picked up the blue folder on the table. ” My instincts led me to her Silver. And they are what will keep her alive.” I opened the folder and began to read about her. My eyes scanned the contents with a frown. The name “Daphne Edward” stared back at me, accompanied by a litany of details that made my blood boil. Her father died when she was just five, her mother struggled to raise her alone, and then she got mated with Alpha Dane three years ago. My eyes locked onto the name, my vision blurring with rage. That monster. My arch-nemesis. The one I had hoped to slit his throat while he slept. “Fucking Dane!”

Someone who had been hiding in plain sight. “The thing is,” I said again, drawing his attention back to me. “Daphne is not just dangerous, she’s calculative. She knows what she’s doing, and she doesn’t care who gets hurt.” Caden didn’t respond. But I could see it in his face. He was listening. Really listening. “She needs to be watched carefully,” I added. “Because if she could do this to people outside, then there’s no telling what she’s been doing inside Obsidian Veil.”

“What do we know about Daphne?” “Not much,” I admit as I settle back down. “She works for an art dealer and she’s probably using an alias, because records don’t go back as far as they should.” “Okaaay…” She sucks air through her teeth and nods. “So what’s the plan?” “I don’t have a plan.” Both of them stare at me in disbelief. “But you always have a plan.”

-Jackson- The rain poured down on me, but I barely felt it. I pushed my body harder than ever. My wolf was clawing inside me, growling and pissed off. He would not be quiet these days. He was always grumbling and demanding I did more to get our mate back, to win her over. I wanted to. I wanted nothing more, but Daphne was no ordinary wolf. She was not even a wolf. Daphne was a lycan from a high-status family, and… she was engaged to someone else. It filled me with anger when I learned.