Novel & Cerita Is Rico Story True

-———————————————————— A week after Rico’s death, the police report was released, the headline flashing across newspapers and television screens: **"Detective Rico Morales Found Dead in Apparent Suicide." At the precinct, detectives gathered in somber silence, discussing the details of the report. The forensic team had found a glass laced with poison, Rico’s fingerprints smudged across it, alongside a handwritten suicide note. The note was short but sorrowful, expressing his regret over his failures in solving recent high-profile cases, including those of his friends Jack and Carlos.

"you know I bet you should stop talking because all I want at this moment is to shop and get a whole lot of things and then spend your money " "You always boast of having a whole lot of money then I would really want to see that money come to an end ,my mysterious rich husband “ I teased him, I didn't know long, I was going to be free with him, who knows what he might turn to in the next second, rico was really unpredictable . Rico didn't say a word to me but all he did was smile at me and then walk away . I didn't know what to do but I know that I must follow him at this point .

“You think you know me?” “When he laid out the plan to his guards, I thought about telling him the truth,” Rico continued, his voice shaky but steadying. “That you deceived me. If I knew you planned to kill his wife, I would’ve never let your man in. Maybe he’d listen to me... maybe I’d be safe.”

"So it's true that you encounter that strange situation?" "it's true that I and Carl encountered a bizarre situation. However, we have not personally seen the 'door to after life' that Rica spoke of. Rica only saw it herself before she disappeared. " "Can you tell me the details?" Since it was Lucas, the only ghost that I trust, I told him the full story starting from seeing Jia and the man whom she had a crush with. Then encountering a drenched ghost- Rica through that man, fighting with Rica, dragging Rica to the hunted mansion, then to Rica's brother, about her regrets and then her brother's death. And finally to the things she said before she disappeared.

Dearly. ______ After pretending to surrender, I fixed my gaze on Rico. "What do you want, Rico?" I asked, my voice low and lethal as he smirked, lifting my discarded gun and aiming it back at me walking closer. "I want you to tell me the truth, all of it” “What truth?” I said ignoring Michelle's crying voice. “Don’t make me look like a fool, Pedro,” he spat. “Because I’m not. I know exactly who you are. You’re Don Wani… and you fucking killed my brother, you coward.”

“What if I made a mistake?” Her expression softened perfectly, beautifully like she’d practiced it in a mirror. “You didn’t,” she said. “You chose us. And we chose you.” Hector’s phone buzzed. He checked it, eyebrows lifting. “Well,” he said, smirking. “Looks like the Italians aren’t as invincible as they think.” Isolde stood, moving to his side. “What is it?” “Matteo Ricci,” Hector said. “He’s alive. Barely. Still in Texas.”

he asked “Information,” Rico said, sliding a hundred-dollar bill across the counter. “About the girl who was about four months ago, who was recently found buried in a shallow grave” The bartender’s eyes flickered. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said Rico leaned in closer. “You’re lying.” The man swallowed, his gaze scanning through the room. “You need to leave.” He said Rico’s patience snapped. He grabbed the man’s wrist, slamming it against the counter. “Who was she with?”

Rico stared at me. “His fiancée?” “Exactly.” He let out a short laugh. “And what do you think she has to do with this club?” I smiled slowly. “Everything.” Rico folded his arms. “Explain.” “You know how rich people hate embarrassment.” “Everyone hates embarrassment.” “But rich people pay to avoid it.” He leaned forward slightly. “Get to the point.” I lowered my voice. “I don’t think his fiancée knows about him and Camilla. What if we tell her… for a price.”

Rico joined her, and they drove off, leaving Virus watching them with an amused smile on his face. As they departed, Rico turned to Rica with a curious expression. "What's between you two?" Rica rolled her eyes. "Nothing." Rico raised an eyebrow. "I think he's into you." Rica shrugged, her expression uninterested. "It doesn't matter. Let's focus on what we'll tell Father when we get home." The remainder of the ride was silent, with only the sound of the engine filling the air. ***

“Because if you’re lying, Rico, I swear you won’t be walking out of here. You’ll be dead before you hit the floor.” Rico swallowed hard, his hands trembling. “I’m not lying, I swear to God, Marco! It’s Carlos! Everyone around here knows not to mess with him and the old guy. Please, I don’t want any trouble, I’m just telling you what I heard!” I stared at him, my mind racing. Carlos? Could it really be him? The thought gnawed at me, twisting everything I thought I knew. I didn’t want to believe it. Rico could be scared, desperate to throw anyone under the bus. But if he was telling the truth… If Carlos was really involved…