Novel & Cerita Elle Criminal Minds

Everyone's eyes were on my phone when I opened the list of the audio and played them one by one where Christian was telling how brutally his mother used to beat and punish him cruelly without considering that he is still a baby and that this could have a deep impact on his mind and his soft heart which could push not only his present but also his future in the dark. As soon as Lady Catherine heard all of this from her young grandson, who was sounding gloomy and sorrowful, her eyes began to fill with tears. Austin remained still as Dominic stood blazing with wrath, his eyes bloodshot, his fist clenched, his jaw clenching, and his breath coming out harsh and audible. It appears like he was pre

THE JUDGE’S SECRET BOOK 4 Intro; Dr. Camille Laurent is a criminal psychologist with a reputation for reading even the most dangerous minds. When she’s assigned to evaluate Judge Zyon Jones Zavarelli, a federal appellate judge accused of corruption, she expects tension, defensiveness, and evasive answers. But what she doesn’t expect is the man himself: to be bold, brass, also younger than she anticipated, he’s unnervingly precise, and disturbingly aware of her every thought and reaction.

They we're about to clean everything when the color of those bastards blood made me want to kill more of them. Indeed, when my eyes caught sight of Victoria again, a vicious idea forms in my head. I don't care if it will counted me as a psycho or perv for what I am about to do. I just need a release and this could be a last good memory of this place before selling it to another person. "Jace" I call to the lieutenant of my crime unit. "Yes. Don. Leave the cleaning for tomorrow" I said. "I also want a full report of tonight's security breach and tonight's event tomorrow morning. Make sure to inform our removalist team to ready my home at Southern Park, 460 Park Avenue tomorrow."

Each step I took felt heavier under their scrutiny. “She’s stunning,” someone murmured. “Who is she?” another voice asked, laced with suspicion. Ivan’s grip tightened as he leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Keep your head up, Lilah. Show them you’re not afraid.” I wasn’t sure if it was a command or reassurance, but I obeyed. My chin lifted, and I forced my legs to steady as we moved deeper into the crowd. Ivan greeted powerful men whose names I recognized only from whispered rumors. They were kings of their criminal empires, exuding an air of danger that was both alluring and terrifying. Among them was Nicolas Ricci, the Italian mafia boss, his sharp features and cold smirk m

, a notorious crime boss, who is now the father of my child, and my husband to be. A criminal he is, and being associated with him should also make me one. Crime has never really been a hobby for me, but this one was way too good of an offer for me to pass. Falling for Marcelo Del Ponte, was my first criminal act. It is my only crime, and one I'd love to commit all over again. "Mrs. Emilia Del Ponte." Jennie whispered gleefully, emerging from behind me. I smiled at her through the mirror, as some ladies were still busy plastering my face with make-up.

I hissed. Marlo. That cold bastard. I had known men like him during my FBI days—calculating and power-hungry. The worst kind of criminals weren’t the loud, violent ones. It was the calm ones. The ones who made you believe they were doing you a favor as they cut you into pieces. And Anabelle... God, she got under my skin more than I cared to admit. "I should’ve never gotten involved with them," I said, shaking my head. "Should have left when I had the chance. Should have taken Fernando and—"

My thumb hovered over the screen, scrolling through headline after headline as the knot in my stomach pulled tighter and sharper. "Former CEO of A&G, Derrick Robinson, Officially Under Investigation for Fraud, Money Laundering, and Coercion." "More Victims Come Forward—Former Staff Reveal Shocking Abuse Behind Closed Doors." "Anonymous Insider Leaks Documents Detailing Derrick Robinson's Hidden Accounts." My breath hitched. The living room suddenly felt too small, like the walls were inching closer. "Nat?" Jasmine's voice came out careful, it was as if she was testing deep waters.

"You know my heart. I wouldn't squash a bug. It's Irene, deranged, scheming to eliminate me and monopolize you. Her antics tonight prove it; you witnessed her madness!" Her shrieks reverberated, yet sympathy had evaporated. Onlookers now regarded her with revulsion and caution. The footage was ironclad, reducing her performance to farce. Chris eyed her with pure revulsion. "Still trying to flip the script? Wesley slumbered alone then. Who else could infiltrate like that? In the whole complex, only you have those feathers. The janitor and residents will attest. And your nail fragment matches the tire scene impeccably."

Trying to process everything. “High-end criminals?” I asked “Correct.” The way she said it was unsettling. “And by high-end criminals you mean…” I hesitated. The words felt ridiculous coming out of my mouth. “Murderers?” The line remained silent. “Drug lords?” Still silence. “And all that?” Then the woman finally spoke. “Among other things.” I felt my grip tighten around the phone. The answer wasn’t specific. But it was enough. A hundred thoughts immediately began racing through my head. Everything suddenly felt connected. Or maybe I was forcing connections that weren’t really there. I didn’t know anymore.

he said, “every job clean, every trace erased, every system left with just enough confusion to look like a glitch instead of a breach, you stayed invisible long enough to believe you were untouchable” “We still have enough records to turn you in; cybercrimes, fraud, breaking into high security systems instead you've never been caught. You're like the best criminal hacker we've ever seen.” “The Museum from which you tried to steal belongs to one of the most powerful men in this city, Matteo Romano.” “You’re not in our custody, but in his now. He said, as he stood up leaving. Two men walked in grabbing my arm, leading me towards the door.