Fake Heiress's A Pet-speaking Detective นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The detective asked, as she got the glass from Hazel’s hand and placed it back on the table beside her. “Like I died and I’m back or am I?” Hazel asked leaning back at her pillows with a sigh. “Who are you?” She asked, with her eyes still closed. “Excuse my manners. I’m detective Sarah Parker, and I’m the one working on your family case.”

She is wearing a soft grey dress and her hair is loose and she looks like a person who slept in her own space and woke up in a room that had been arranged by someone who thought about what she might need. She stops when she sees Damien. "Elena," I say. "This is Damien Cross. He's my head of security and my oldest friend." She looks at him steadily, she is not performing comfort she doesn't feel, which I have noticed is a characteristic of hers. She presents herself accurately. "I remember you," she says. "You were always near Lucien at family events. You watched me." Damien's expression registers something that might be mild surprise. "I did."

Clare Haistings gives me a hug, her sweet perfume filling up my nostrils. It makes me want to vomit. “Hey twin.are you enjoying the party?”she asks but doesn’t let me answer. “Everyone is enjoying themselves and the presents look really good, our guests really outdid themselves”she gushes. Her sparkly dress shimmers every time she moves. And the ruby red necklace she is doning looks amazing on top of her cleavage. She looks perfect.

I stared at the tin roof above me, listening to the distant clucks of hens. Why was this ghost fiancé of mine such a damn mystery? Why was his name a secret? And why was I starting to care? I reached for my phone and dialed Petrov. He answered on the second ring. “Selena,” he said, voice deep and calm. “Did you go?” “I did. Gave them the condolences. Ate dinner with the whole mafia circus. Even asked about their golden boy—your dead fiancée’s brother. They acted like I’d asked to dig up a grave.”

" I became aware of my leg, indeed wedged between his thighs in a position that could only be described as aggressively intimate. I jerked it back. He caught my ankle, held it. "Too late. Damage done. I'm emotionally scarred." But he was smiling, the rare real smile that transformed his sharp features into something almost boyish. "You also snore. Did you know? Small snores. Like a cat. Very undignified for a corporate heiress." "I do not snore." "And you talk. In your sleep. You recited shipping codes at three in the late night . Perfect recall. Very impressive. Then you called me a bastard again and tried to push me onto the floor."

“The only thing the law enforcement officers have managed to recover is her vehicle which was found abandoned at the end of a close street, her bodyguards were nowhere to be seen and her driver dead behind the wheels.” Axel finished reading as he dropped the phone in shock, his eyes widening staring in the distance. Maribel picked up the phone. “There is a 1 million dollar prize for whoever manages to find the heiress.” She read out as she scrolled further hoping to seek for more information. “Esmeralda Gonzalez is the last born child of—.” Axel quickly grabbed his phone stopping her from reading further as he stood up hurrying towards the front entrance. “Axel.” Maribel stood up too going a

She was the ultimate detective, the one sent to uncover the hidden world of vice, sent to restore true virtue. "Hi, I'm Gemma."

"S-Sorry." "Look, miss, look what you've done! Damn---wait, are you Keisha Santillan?" My forehead creased because I know her; when she removed her glasses, my jaw dropped; she looks sophisticated. And if I'm not mistaken, she was a famous model and commonly known as the only heiress of Jacinto Entertainment. "Y-Yes, it's me," I don't know why I'm so nervous as we wait for our order. I don't know how she persuaded me; I was preoccupied. I really had a bad feeling about this; it seems like something will happen that I won't like.

He came to me and dropped to one knee. This time, the gesture was not a game in the back of a car. It was quiet and deliberate. "If you want it," he said, "I can be the man who bows only to you." My heart took a hard hit. I did not answer right away. I lifted the collar, circled it around his neck, and fastened the clasp. Damian closed his eyes as if I had finally given him permission to breathe. I caught his chin. "Outside, you are Damian Moretti, heir to the Moretti family."

Alan cursed under his breath. “Don’t give her that.” But the woman ignored him and held the file toward me. My hands trembled as I took it. The second I opened it, my entire world tilted. Photographs. Documents. Names. Dates. And right there— Stamped across the top page in bold black letters— SUBJECT: JULIA BENNETT Underneath it… another line. STATUS: MISSING HEIR. My vision blurred. “No…” I whispered. But the woman’s next words destroyed me completely.