Detective Rosa Diaz Novels & Stories

“Maybe it already was.” ⸻ Rafael didn’t answer. Instead he kissed her again. This time slower. Less reckless. But somehow more dangerous. ⸻ Because now they both knew the truth. ⸻ Dianne Cruz wasn’t just part of the investigation. She was the key to it. And anyone who wanted to bury the past— Would have to come through Rafael Aragon first.

After all, he was the most closed off; we knew he had a fucked up childhood but not the extent of it. "You say she left his belongings?" Silas asks, his voice much calmer than it had been seconds ago. "Yes, and hers as well, so strange." And hers? Who is this woman? Wait...if she really is... "You say she was here with a detective?" The attendant nods. "A Mr. Justin Powers or something like that. He seemed very disinterested in the case; he made the young lady cry." I hear Silas' sharp intake of breath. Justin is under the Magliana payroll; anyone who is anyone knows that. The second he learns a Black Rose has a known family member, he'll definitely take that to them, and in turn...

Everyone is looking at him, and Diaz has hate in his eyes. “That is nonsense,” whispers Ronan, but he can’t bring himself to sound certain. “He was in the kitchen when we met,” says Diaz through gritted teeth. “He is the only other person who was there.” “Even if he wanted to, he has no way of contacting Fernandez! Come on, guys! He is just a cook.” “Don’t treat me like an idiot.” Diaz’s voice is low and threatening, making even the hitman tremble. “You don’t think I know about that old computer you gave him for Christmas last year?! Huh?!”

"No, I'm not here to question you. I'm here to apologize to you. Rose, open the door." "I don't need an apology from you. Theo, go back and lead your own life. Aurora was very good at acting and fooled everyone. Now that her true colors are shown, let's just put this past us and move on." "Rose, at least tell me where you got the video and recording from." Rosalie said, "I hired a private investigator. I realized that someone was following me and seized the chance to bribe him." "Is that so? Where is the video? It seems like the video had been around for a while. Why didn't you show it to me earlier? Why did you wait till now?"

He'd rather die instead. Just then, a black clad bodyguard walked in. His stern eyes lingered on the two figures intertwined on the couch, before quickly shifting his cold gaze to the floor. The boss's affairs were not his to know. Zeke glanced up, his gaze barely lingering on the guard for half a second. He said nothing, still cradling Alan's figure in his arms. The guard straightened up, taking Zeke's silence as permission. "Boss, that person is here". Ezekiel waved his free hand,his tone laced with lazy indifference. "Let her in". Alan stared at the two men, his curiosity spiking with every second - who was that person? And why were they being coded on everything, what exactly were they h

Dias just nodded, giving an answer. Rome passed, but before he walked out of the boss's room, he saw several times that Dias sighed and felt heavy; it seemed that his boss was in a dilemma. He knew that Dias was cheating; he originally wanted to tell Rose, the boss's wife. But, at last, it didn't happen. It wasn't that he wanted to take advantage; many times he was also caught by Dias, and even at that time, Dias had time to ask.

I stepped beside Rosa and pulled her close to me. “Why are you here?” One of the officers answered calmly. “A new investigation into the death of Edwardo Castillo has been opened.” I felt Rosa’s hand turn cold in mine. She was frightened, but I was here now. “What does this have to do with Rosa?” I asked sharply. “She was the last person to see him alive.” “And?” “An anonymous tip was dropped claiming Edwardo Castillo was murdered. Her statement is needed…and she is the primary suspect.” My jaw clenched.

The police officers stood in the grand living room of the Rojas mansion, their stern faces illuminated by the crystal chandelier above. Mrs. Rojas, elegant and composed, sat on a plush armchair, her eyes darting between the officers and Sebastian, who stood nearby, arms crossed and brows furrowed. "Mrs. Rojas," began Detective Harris, a tall, imposing figure, "we have information from Katherine Alfred implicating you in a series of criminal activities, including attempted murder and conspiracy. She claims you manipulated her and orchestrated these events."

Darius looked at me with suspicion, as if he still didn't believe these stories to be accurate; he asked: "We went to pick up Zinly at the police station, the face, and name of the person who brought her there is unknown. Why are you so sure that the one who saved Zinly was her seven years ago." Rosa sighed, calmly explaining everything. "Because I asked the police to show the surveillance camera system at the headquarters and got to know Diana's face. I still have that video to this day. Do you want to watch it again?" Then Rosa took Darius's hand and said bluntly, "I never interfered with anything of yours. But since she's Zinly's benefactor, I can't just stand by and watch you do this to

Her innocent look made me feel relieved even though I haven't forgiven her. “What is really going on?” I asked myself. The detective was speaking in parables and now Rodriguez that has always been the don of all good and bad in city A was also playing pranks with me. I pondered. Rosa kept staring at me with a worried look. I'm sure she wants to know what's going on. I won't tell her anything for keeping a lot away from me.