Deadly Deceptions の小説・ストーリー

He turned his gaze towards Max, and it was as if he carried the secrets of the world within his eyes, a knowledge that transcended their shared past. ** In the shadowy underworld of the city, Francisco was a name that sent shivers down spines. As the leader of the gangsters, he ruled with an iron fist, his reputation preceding him wherever he went. He was ruthless, callous, and unapologetic in his pursuit of power and control. Killing, drug dealing, property jacking, money heists, and drug supply were all part of his dark repertoire. Francisco's reach extended even to the corridors of power, where he subtly manipulated the government to serve his interests.

I tried to act unaffected on the outside, but on the inside my stomach was tumbling. His eyebrows pulled together, "Dammit, Sofia. This isn't a game. Destroying Roman won't be easy and if you fuck this up, I'll make you regret being born." "You can't destroy him. He's too powerful," I hissed. "That's why I have you," he laughed, "The great Roman Moretti will never suspect his scaredy little wife. Trust me, Sofia. Every great empire's destruction started from the inside. Once he's out of the way-" his words trailed off as if he had said too much.

THREE DAYS LATER.. It was Alessia's supposed wedding day and Bryan hasn't muttered a word since he woke up. “We'll dispose her body in the river after the molding has been done” Those words of Stephen's uncle haunted Bryan all through the night, he couldn't sleep a wink and as if the heavens weren't on his side, Alessia's image didn't leave his head all through. “How could you be this cruel, intending to have the body of a billionaire's daughter rot in a river?” a part of him didn't stop reminding and stabbing him with its whispers.

“The kings called an internal review this morning. They’re using the word rot. That’s new.” “Let them,” I said. “Rot makes them look at the people sitting next to them. Feed the suspicion toward the treasury office and Kade’s aide, nothing closer to me.” “And the actor?” Calloway asked. “The elders want to know why your cover is generating headlines again.” “My cover received a death threat on camera. That is not a complication I created for their entertainment. You will stay off that subject unless I put it on the table.” There was a pause. Then Calloway said, “Understood.”

Then it restarts in a chaotic, dull hammering that rises to my temples and drowns out all other sound. The world shrinks to the dimensions of this screen. The golden light becomes cruel. The scent of cedar, sickening. A nude photo. A notification. On his phone. The facts assemble with a mechanical, cold precision that slices through the living flesh of my soul. Deception. Secrecy. Lies. For how long? Months? Years? How did I see nothing? How did I feel nothing? I, who claim to read him like an open book. I, who believed our union, our merger, unassailable.

The room was filled with silence, vengeance, and pain. The realization of the fresh betrayal sent a wave of nausea through them. The depth of the deception, the sheer audacity of his performance, was staggering. He hadn't just delivered the worst form of betrayal, he had lived a complete lie for years, basking in the reflected glory of the family he was strategically destroying. He was a man no one would believe could hurt a fly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to send your precious mate and child to keep you company.” “I’m not dead yet.” Aluxious flicked his gaze to the hybrid, his fur melting into his human skin. His lips curved into a smile. “Also, when I met death the last time, he said I’m not his type. He’s more into people like you. Fucking disgrace to the world.”

"I have no reason to lie to you, cupcake. Because after I'm done talking to you, I'm going to kill you. Yes, it may be slow and painful, but in the end, you will die, and I will relish in your suffering. " "People will look for me; killing me will only lead back to you." I hissed. Leon shook his fat little head, tsking as he stepped closer to me. His face inches from mine. Even with me sitting in a chair, his eyes just met mine. "No one will even care to look for you once I'm done, cupcake. We've been at this a long time. Making you disappear is about as easy as making a cake, just a few ingredients and some icing, and no one would know it came from nothing. No one will look because no one w

I had to look away because I got overwhelmed by guilt. The truth was, deceiving this kind old woman broke my heart. We were lying to her, giving her false hope she didn’t deserve. Our marriage existed only on paper and we’d agreed to keep it that way. “We’ll do that, Mama,” Zeke said, noticing I hadn’t responded.

I call it: Smoke in the Veins. Misinformation. Decoys. Framed betrayals. Poisoned supplies. Intercepted transmissions that make them turn on each other. And when they’re drowning in paranoia? We strike. Loyalty is beautiful. But fear? Fear is loyal even when faith dies. And my enemies? They will serve me in their nightmares.