Just In Case Artinya

John Handful’s first client is a member of the local Polish community wanted by the police for the disappearance of his pregnant wife. A new miracle cancer drug is stolen from a pharmaceutical complex located on a shingle spit, just off the Suffolk coast. A wealthy local financier is blackmailed, and a ripple of malice spreads across the village of Oxmarket. Each household of a cul-de-sac have a secret that could point to them being the murderer of a man found shot dead in his bedroom.A perplexing case unfolds with the revelation of secret lovers, flowers from the garden and a death that is not as it appears.John Handful finds himself enmeshed in a violent, multi-layered plot at a luxury hotel on a remote island. A man kills himself despite receiving the good news that his lover’s husband has agreed to a divorce.A woman is witnessed shooting herself by her husband even though she had already been dead several hours.A man has been found shot through the head in a locked room with suicide well and truly ruled out. How did he die?Severed limbs in a concrete block, leads, John Handful to believe that a cold calculated killer with a thirst for revenge is on the loose. Ten cases, one connection. What is it?

Emily took a case she should’ve never accepted. The man she was supposed to bring down? Matteo Romenetti, known as California's most wanted criminal. He was her first love, the boy who once made her believe in forever. But the night she tried to let go, he showed up at her door. **** “Tell me,” he whispered, stepping closer, “if I mean nothing to you… why does your heart still race when I’m this close?”

Hazel shouldn't have crossed the line. Her meeting with the suspect in the murder of a billionaire makes Hazel get terror from Calvin after the man escapes from prison. Calvin holds Hazel hostage to create a public uproar and eventually the prosecutors will drop their charges for the murder case they are accused of. But without them expecting the hostage-taking to turn into a forbidden love story that should not have happened between a judge and a suspect in a crime. Can Hazel and Calvin resist the temptation of love that is so strong that it ensnares them?

The day after the new year, during a family gathering, my aunt sneered at me as I worked overtime, reviewing a proposal. "Why are you pretending to be so busy? It’s not like we don’t know you only make three thousand a month. Real money-makers are people like my daughter, a designer so successful she doesn’t even have time to come home!" I ignored her, but she directed her spoiled son to delete all my files while I was in the bathroom. My hands trembled with rage. "This proposal is due in ten minutes—if I don’t submit it, everything is ruined!" She scoffed dismissively. "He’s just a kid. What could he possibly know? Besides, your job isn’t even worth much. If you lose the files, you lose them. Worst case, you get fired." I chuckled coldly but said nothing. She had no idea it was the proposal her daughter had spent an entire month working on. And I was the client who held her daughter’s fate in my hands.

Dr. Hayes cleared his throat, glancing at the screen.“The child’s DNA… it matches yours.” She froze. “No… no, that’s impossible. I’m just his nanny.” Ten years ago, Bree Washington carried a child for a wealthy, anonymous couple. She was paid, promised secrecy, and told never to return after the child's birth. But life happened, putting her in a broken place... causing her to search for any means of survival. Alas, Bree gets a job as a nanny for a billionaire’s young son. The boy is sharp, stubborn, and oddly familiar. The man who hired her is cold, commanding, and haunted by loss. His wife is gone, and he needs someone he can trust to guide his child… someone who understands him in ways no one else can. Bree thought her past was behind her. She thought being a nanny would create her a new life.. But some mistakes never fade… And some secrets refuse to stay buried. Love doesn't cost a dime, but in Bree's case? Love indeed would cost her every part of her life due to her billionaire mistake.

Peter, a 16-year-old boy, working with a The Blackstone, a big Mafia in LA, in order to provide the money for his mother's treatments. Once, he got a mission to kill the boss of the most powerful and feared mafia in the whole country. Peter isn't a professional assassin; he is just a drug seller, a good stealer and a smart negotiator. He didn't kill anyone before so they are sending him to his death and he couldn't protest and simply refuse the mission because they are threatening him to kill his mother who later, he found out that she isn't his real mother but his kidnapper. So how will Peter survive through all this mess? Will the boss of The LA mafia kill him? And in case not what's going to happen? And why? Will this twist bring other surprises? If yes, How will Peter finds his way through them? Come guys have fun ❤️ I don't have a main character. It contains: violence, spanking, swearing, sex scenes So if you don't like this kind of things don't read it Love you all Stay safe

Veronica was a rich city girl until her parents forced her to live in a town close to the edge of the Lagos city boarder after a mental episode. There she met Grace, a fellow high school girl in dire search of some excitement before graduation. Grace saw Veronica as means of getting that excitement. Little did she know that it would pull her and her friends into a world filled secrets and horror. Secrets would be revealed, some would be buried and friendships would be tested as they try to navigate their new life, one case at a time!

Four dead students, one dead politician, one dead secret agent. What do they have in common?—Four punctured wounds in the neck and a strange burnt mark in each dead missing body. With a trusted team member missing, a partner who nearly died because of a trap, a stressed team leader, and a traitor in the team, how will Agent Night be able to solve a crime with an unidentified suspect? Will this case be the light to her dark past? In this line of work, there is only one end. You either live or die.

To protect the assistant who had been evading taxes, she deliberately gave false testimony in her role as my superior's wife, putting all the blame on me. I protested endlessly, but the law held me accountable. I was imprisoned for two months. Upon release, my colleagues turned against me, ostracizing me and destroying my promotion chances. Seeing that I neither cried nor caused a scene, my wife assumed that I had finally submitted. She even threatened to make amends with a lavish wedding for me. However, during the wedding vows, the assistant, suddenly overtaken by jealousy, ran to the company rooftop and threatened my wife with suicide to force her to cancel the wedding. My wife, who had always been obedient to him, panicked. She abandoned everyone at the ceremony and spent the entire night comforting her assistant. Afterwards, she calmly explained: "Wilson is young and impulsive. I was just afraid he might get hurt. Besides, you were released from prison so early thanks to him. He helped a lot. By right, he's still your lifesaver. I couldn't just abandon him." I looked at the couple rings she had just put on her finger, let out a faint hum, and said nothing. She believed I accepted her excuse and was pleased, even making an unprecedented promise: once she had calmed the assistant, she would take me on a honeymoon. However, she seemed to have forgotten one thing. She had already signed the divorce papers, and I had filed a lawsuit in court to have the case heard. From that moment on, we were no longer husband and wife. We were only plaintiff and defendant.

I used to be treated like a princess in Lumenclaw Pack. But the first day after my eighteenth birthday, my Alpha dad brought home a charity case—Callie from the welfare center. Everything flipped. Ryell, my own brother, ditched me for her. Jovan, my future mate? Shielded her. Even Dad called her sweet, kind—"a thousand times better than you." Graduation Day. Strike 101. They picked her. Again. "Aren't I your real family?" Dad hesitated—but only to hide Callie behind him like some precious thing. Her fake tears. His real slap. "Such a petty wolf. I wish I'd never had you." Ryell sneered, "Having a sister like you makes me sick. Get out!" I didn't scream. Didn't cry. Just packed and walked. They thought I'd break like always—cry, forgive, crawl back. But not this time. I called my mom. Took her offer. Moved to her distant pack. If they wanted me gone, wish granted. So why the hell did they come begging when they realized I meant it?