Kasus Pembunuhan Black Dahlia Novels & Stories

“I was only trying to protect my son from a gold digger! That’s it. I was-” “You tried to kill the matron of the orphanage where Billy was locked up,” Cain revealed. “I witnessed it with my own eyes. Luckily for you, she survived and is in a coma. You’ll be charged for kidnapping and attempt to murder, mom.” He added the last word with a sneer. Dahlia was completely broken. Her own son hated her! The cops came forward and put handcuffs on Dahlia. She was completely numb as they dragged her away. Everyone watched as she was taken away for good. After a while, the ladies excused themselves and scrammed, leaving the family alone.

Power clung to him even in still pictures, like the camera itself had been scared. Damian Blackwell. Nikolai leaned closer, brows furrowing. He looked… older. Dangerous. The kind of man teachers warned you about in stories. The kind of man who didn’t say please because the world said it for him. “Hm,” Nikolai muttered, unimpressed. “You’re not that special.” Then he clicked a news headline. And froze. MAFIA KING DAMIAN BLACKWELL DEAD AFTER ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT. Dead?

"Lucas was the head of the family. The one who made the final decisions. With him gone, Eleanor took over completely. No one to question her, no one to stop her." "She's a monster," Victoria said. She looked like she might be sick. "Our own grandfather. She murdered him." The detective continued. "With these new findings, we're adding additional charges. Multiple counts of murder, conspiracy, obstruction of justice. Eleanor Blackwood is going away for the rest of her life." After the call ended, we all sat in stunned silence. Serena was crying, Elena was holding her, whispering comfort. Victoria was staring at the wall. Her face was blank with shock.

Her heart seized. Who opened the door then? And that voice… that scent? What in the Great Mother’s name happened that night? Lillia ventured deeper into her thoughts as Fenris leaned in. That wasn’t an accident. She said grimly. Our killer was especially meticulous to have planned such a clean murder, and made it look like suicide. Agreed. Lillia’s jaw tightened. And they seem to know the palace well. Soon enough— House Blackwell emerged from the bend in the road. The white manor was a sharp contrast to House Greyson.

Then a file photo appeared: Giselle at a tech conference two years ago, poised and smiling in a charcoal blazer, the Sullivan crest subtle on her lapel. The anchor continued. “What makes this case even more explosive is the identity of the alleged perpetrator: Octavia North-Blackwood, stepsister to Ms. Sullivan and wife of prominent businessman Noah Blackwood. Court documents unsealed this afternoon allege that Ms. North-Blackwood orchestrated the attack with the assistance of family members and hired security personnel. Police have confirmed multiple arrests, including Janette Blackwood, mother of Noah Blackwood, in connection with a separate but related cold-case homicide.” My knees felt w

Eli looks between the guys, "so she might still be alive?" "unfortunately, where she died I was there. I saw her, pale. Cold. She had been murdered, but no other details came in..so I've been trying to find out but nothing new." Dahlia enters the room, on the stairs. Everyone below exchanges glanced towards Dahlia, she doesn't show interest in why, she comes down the stairs holding the banister tightly. She doesn't get very far down the stairs when she stops. Dahlia pov I take a drink of the mango smoothie jasper bought me about 3 hours ago.

“I’m busy lately.” “I heard what happened. So, what’s bothering you, Terzo?” “About Ruslan Olezka.” He turned and faced me. “He’s in prison. Why are you worried?” “I want some information that I couldn’t get from him. I think he was the one who sent me a black Dahlia. I went to see him in prison this morning, but he denied it, and somehow, I believed him. I asked something, but he refused to answer unless I kill a man named Ivor Yrosov, who took over his territory.”

“Boss… your name is on the news too.” Daniel’s head turned toward him. “What did you just say?” “They’re saying…” the butler stammered, sweat gathering on his forehead. “…they’re saying you helped stage the reporter’s murder to look like a suicide. That you carried the body. They’re showing your name, sir.” On-screen, Diana, the reporter from Star Network News, spoke firmly: “Sources confirm the shocking tape not only shows Katherina Rodriguez Blackwood stabbing Christina Vale, but also suggests Daniel Blackwood, son of Alexander Blackwood, staged the body to look like a suicide. The FBI is expected to act within hours.”

One would could easily have assumed it was regular editorial. “Blackthorn’s Hidden Legacy: The Daughter of Dr. Pierre.” My pulse stuttered. Below it, a photo of me getting out of Adrian’s car. I swiped, another image. An old and grainy image of my father. The caption beneath it, “Convicted for the Voss incident. Sources suggest deeper ties to attempted sabotage of the reputable Obsidian Circle. Now his daughter walks Blackthorn.” The words blared at me like they were being blasted from speakers beside my head. The sweat I had earlier wiped off my hands returned.

Two weeks later, they found Hunter's body hanging from a bed sheet in his cell. Talks were circulating that he committed suicide. Others said his ex-fiancée's cousin was in the same population and he wanted revenge for her. And others speculated that it was The Hollens whom used their connections to have him killed behind bars. I didn't care to find out the truth on what happened. May he rest in hell. *Three Years Later* "Dahlia, where are you?" I called, looking into my daughter's room. I heard giggles underneath the bed. She and I were playing a game of hide and seek and I pretended to do a terrible job at finding her.