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That man was none other than Q. But what really made my blood run cold was the fact that I had been targeted years in advance, all in preparation for the murder of a woman later on. The problem was, I didn't know Q at all. "What's in the diary?" Amber asked, her eyes fixed on my pale face. "Nothing much. Someone named Q came up, but I'm not sure if it's the same man who coerced Isla." "Could he have coerced Kaylee as well?" I shook my head. "No. He's spent years manipulating her into becoming a murderer."

On the other hand, I sat there, completely calm. Finally, the gavel came down. Laura was sentenced to fifteen years in prison for negligence causing death, kidnapping, illegal drug administration, and intentional bodily harm, with multiple charges applied cumulatively. As for Anthony, he received seven years for impersonating a medical student, practicing medicine illegally, and the malicious mishandling of human remains. Everything finally came to an end. As the police led Laura away, she suddenly struggled and turned back. Her eyes locked onto mine, her voice hoarse as she pleaded, “Felix… I’m sorry… I was wrong… Please forgive me, okay? As long as you forgive me, even if I die in there, I

That was beyond brutal. "What are the cops saying?" a classmate asked. "They're calling it murder. The investigation's still ongoing. I heard they didn't find any real clues at the scene. The killer was very careful," Micah said. "The creepiest part is that there were a few empty takeout boxes next to him, all greasy with oil. It was like… like someone put them there on purpose." My heart started pounding wildly. Takeout boxes? How could that be a coincidence?

Aurora pointed a finger at the note. "I killed them." Rivera looked at the confession. It was elegant. Arrogant. The handwriting of a woman who thought she was untouchable because she had already gotten away with it. "She thinks the statute of limitations protects her," Liam said. "But there is no statute on murder." Rivera picked up her phone. She dialed a number. "Get me the Cold Case unit," she said into the receiver. "And get a forensic document examiner in here. I have a handwriting match to verify."

PART FOUR: START LOVING YOU CHAPTER TWO Back in the Muriel’s company, Stefan was celebrating with Mr. Brown the good news. Good news he had been the protagonist from. In less than four months two murders had happened. “I don’t understand, that was too easy for you, right?” Mr. Brow said after reading the headline in the newspaper. Stefan pouring a glass of wine, smiled. “Well, too easy as you said, no, it wasn’t but I can’t say he became in the reason of my sleepless nights.”

She slipped away in the darkness. I became aware of the paper in my hands. I was tempted to take a look and see what's inside, but I held back and went back to my seat, I glanced around, no one was looking in my direction, every one's attention was on Connor. I opened the folded paper on my laps, I gasped at what I saw. YOUR HUSBAND IS A MURDERER HE KILLED HIS MOTHER AND BROTHER YOU'RE LIVING WITH A FLESH EATER!

I hated this, my eyes immediately skimmed the document. It was a single sheet of paper from the police, stamped faintly at the top, marked “Confidential: Ongoing Investigation.” In bold letters at the center, it read: "Noah Reyes: Involved in murder. Investigation ongoing." Below, in smaller handwriting, someone likely a junior officer had added a brief summary: "Victim: [Ray Reyes ], Date of Death: [13 February 2024], Case under review. No further details released." “Surprised how I found out, huh? You thought you were going to take this secret to your grave, huh? But I’m going to prove to everyone, to Zara, that you’re dangerous! You murderer!” Jace exploded.

Something about it felt wrong. With a deep breath, she stood up and approached the box. “What is this?” she muttered, heart beginning to race. Her fingers trembled as she lifted the lid. Inside lay a mangled teddy bear—its fur soaked in dried blood, one button eye missing, stuffing torn open like a wound. Aria recoiled, a gasp tearing from her throat as the lid slipped from her hands and clattered to the floor. She stumbled back, hand over her mouth, feeling the bile rise.

I spun back around, my heart hammering as I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. “The body of prominent Italian tycoon Alex Gray was discovered today in Russia under mysterious circumstances. Authorities report that a cryptic note was found at the scene, referencing a decade-old murder case that once led to the arrest of Russian Mafia leader Nicholas Romanov Fortune and three of his men. Investigators suspect the note may be linked to the elusive witness from the infamous case, though its meaning remains unclear. While speculation points to Mafia involvement, the execution of the crime was so precise—so methodically clean—that no traceable evidence has been left behind. With no leads

We left without my chauffeur, taking my car to the station. At the station, the air was heavy with the smell of stale coffee and paper. A lone detective sat behind a cluttered desk, sipping from a chipped mug. He looked up as we approached. “Ms. Harrington,” he said with a smirk. “Didn’t expect to see you back here so soon.” I ignored his tone, placing the tablet and flash drive on the desk in front of him. “I have evidence,” I said firmly. “Gabriel Moretti is behind the murders of Roy, Cassandra, Diana, and now his own wife, Emmanuella. Watch this.”