Kasus Pembunuhan Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

"What is it doctor?" "Dahlia is having serious deficiency in iron. I don't know if you noticed the symptoms but she's facing difficulties in breathing. She's anemic. Her red blood cells are so low. I'll place her on an iron supplement and dietary plan. But i advise a blood transfusion as soon as possible. I also noticed she's an AB negative. That's a rare blood type, ma'am." I stopped hearing his voice, my eyes filled with tears. How is this possible? Dahlia eats healthy food. How can she be anemic to the point where she needs a blood transfusion? An Ian is the one with the AB negative blood type. I'm doomed.

I look at the detective scrutinising me. “She murdered her husband, Miss Blackwood.” He says still scrutinizing me, looking for a reaction. “I know,” I say softly. “You do?” he sounds surprised. Abby gasps staring at me in shock. “Yes, she told me, after Dean brought Mum into the room, she was dead. Mel came in and bragged about killing our mum. She then bragged about killing her husband, that she used the battered wife routine and had provided enough evidence that she got away with it. She then told me how she tortured Mum before she killed her.” I sniffle and look away from the sympathy forming in his eyes.

It was a space where she could breathe. Finally, Dahlia stared up at the ceiling, her voice hollow as she broke the quiet. "The phone call... it was from the family lawyer. He found some evidence suggesting my parents death may not have been an accident." Nate sat up slightly, his attention entirely locked on her. "They weren't supposed to be on that road," Dahlia whispered, a single tear slipping down her temple into her hair. "We had reservations. It was my mother's birthday, and we were all supposed to get dinner together. I was running late at the office-even back then, I was obsessed with work. I called them and told them to go ahead, that I'd meet them at the restaurant. They changed t

She was standing in front of a window, and behind her, I could see the glowing red sign of the South Tower. “He’s right about one thing, V-01,” the woman whispered, her voice a chilling echo of mine. “Daniel did kill a girl that night. But it wasn’t Isabella. And it wasn’t me.” “Then who died?” I asked, my heart stopping. The woman leaned into the camera, the scar on her face jagged and white in the light. “Check the birth certificates in the dossier, Victoria. You didn’t have a best friend. You had a twin. And Zander Blackwood is the one who chose which one of us got the crown… and which one got the grave.”

"My mother was murdered. She was poisoned. Slowly. Deliberately. By the Blackwood family. And the man who helped cover it up the man who knew what was happening and said nothing was my fiancé, Damon Blackwood." The room erupted. I read the statement Sarah had prepared. I named names. I listed dates. I described the evidence the letter, the bank records, the testimony of Margaret, the former assistant who was now under police protection. I told them about the safety deposit box in Zurich, the documents Elias had retrieved, the years of lies and cover ups. I didn't cry. I didn't shout. I just spoke. When I finished, I stepped back from the podium. The reporters surged forward.

Elena wants to protect me from whatever Sophia might be planning. And me? I want to call Sophia and tell her to run. My phone rings as I'm getting into my car. Unknown number. "Blackwood." "Mr. Blackwood? This is Detective Morrison, Chicago PD. We need to talk to you about one of your clients." My blood goes cold. "Which client?" "Richard Pemberton III. He's dead."

She ran down the steps angrily. "What's this? Why are all you men in my house?" She yelled at them. Before she knew what was happening, a woman approached her and put handcuffs on her wrists. "Lily Black, you're under arrest for the conspiracy to commit murder." "What are you talking about? I didn't kill anyone." Lily said in a panic as two men came over. She saw her husband being taken out and put into a patrol car. "We have the contract you signed to have Natalia Crawford, and Hayden Sumner killed," Dennis answered as Lily looked at him with wide eyes. She was pulled out of the house as her Miranda rights were being read.

Dahlia paced around the kitchen as she ran a hand through her hair, trying the number again and again. “Pick up… pick up…please Lena,” she whispered, as she felt tears clogging her throat, making breathing a chore altogether. When she tried the fifth time, and there was still no response, Dahlia felt her chest tighten so violently she had to grip the edge of the counter to steady herself. Her mind raced through every possibility. Where was she supposed to be today? Dance Class? A friend’s house? Did anyone see her last night? Cold dread slid down her spine at the thought of her only sister and best friend being killed by people she didn’t even know. Who could it have been? Her father’s enemi

But she will send in an isolated island where Storm wife waste her youth and die on that place. Kai doesn’t believe that it was Dahlia who killed his dearly adopted sister. But his men take an action to poison Dahlia’s old man in revenge for their Grand Alpha’s favorite human. Reason why the life of the old man went critical, and Dahlia needs a money to pay the bail and hospital bill. No turning back, she accept the special job Venal offering to her. @Death Wish

"Your brother's credentials are impressive, but I'm more concerned with why our killer seems to have a personal interest in your family." Casie felt three pairs of eyes on her, waiting for an explanation. "The Blackwood family has an extensive collection of historical artifacts," she began carefully. "Some dealing with ancient religious practices. It's possible the killer has an eye on something my family owns but I’m a disgraced heiress that has had no contact with family until I rang Elias earlier today regarding the symbols on the third victim I have no idea what they could be after I left one month after I turned 18.”