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I said, my voice was broken, literally broken. “Unfortunately, that is him, Travis,” Philip replied. I could feel how sorry he was by the sound of his voice. It was cracking, as if there was something stuck on his throat. “And you have to believe me, I mean us, if I say that we completely have no idea who did this to him. We are fucking screwed. You are our only chance to determine what we should do in this trying time,” he even added. But that was trash. And I hated it. I also hated the thought that I was, again, their only hope. Their only chance to think of what they or we should do to solve this. But the way I looked at it, this case, unlike any other past cases that we had went through,

With that, he turns and walks out of the room without hesitation, leaving me standing exactly where he left me, the silence swallowing me whole as I blink back the tears threatening to spill and focus on keeping myself upright. I sit in the back of the car on the ride home, watching the city pass by through the tinted window and trying to register that I am technically married now, that somewhere in a drawer inside that estate, there is a document with my name beside Stephano’s, proof that my life has shifted into something that no longer resembles what it did yesterday. The driver doesn't speak, and I am grateful for that because I don't trust myself enough not to break the moment someone e

Sat on the edge of her bed in the quiet and opened the folder and began to read, and she did not think about the look on his face at the door, did not think about for a lot of things, did not think about the way he had looked at the peonies like he already knew. She read the folder. That was enough for tonight. That was all she was going to allow tonight. Outside her window the city continued without her, loud and indifferent and ongoing, and Jayda Marlowe sat alone in a borrowed room with evidence of one man's betrayal in her hands and the ghost of another man's presence still somewhere in the air of the apartment. She turned the page and kept reading.

I'd burn it all down before letting scum like Christopher touch that. My phone pinged not even an hour later. Marco was efficient as always. I opened the file Name: Philip Hargrove Age: 42 Forensic accountant with a side hustle in corporate espionage. Ex CIA contractor, divorced, lives alone in a midtown apartment. Drives a black sedan. Weak spots: bad knee from an old injury, no family to miss him. Perfect. “Tail him after work,” I texted Marco. “We take him clean when he's alone.” By 7 PM, we were in position across from Vance Enterprises. Philip shuffled out with his tie loose, glancing at his watch. Marco and another guy started following off in the unmarked van.

After saying that, he tossed the phone on the coffee table, picked up a glass full of wine, and finished it in one gulp. Philip left the hotel and went straight to another hotel that had already been booked for him. In the hotel suite, Jowin Benson and the other three lords of Flower City were standing behind Philip respectfully. “Young Master Clarke, what shall we do next?” Jowin asked. Philip put his hands behind his back and took a good look at Flower City. It was a big and prosperous city, indeed. He looked at the scenery outside the window with a searing gaze. Then, he turned around, his eyes sweeping across the four people sharply. He asked, “Who do you think Milo Dunley will look for

🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲❤️🎲 Carlos's Pov- My father has been nagging at me since we arrived about meeting María. Something isn't quite right! I have this gut feeling he is up to something but I haven't been able to figure out what that something is as of yet. I swirled the ice around the inside of my glass, Even whiskey wouldn't set me at ease. Nicolas was dead, I made sure of it. But Maria, The sweet Princesa De la Mafia, had been through a traumatic event when she was supposed to be under my protection. I failed her, I failed and she had suffered for it.

Is this regarding the incident that took place many years ago? "Mr. Vergara," Antonio called again. He was already on the verge of giving up when Philip moved his right foot. "Is it time for me to take my medication?" When Philip started talking out of the blue, Antonio immediately took notice. He searched the entire place in search of a button that would allow him to communicate with someone outside, but he was unable to find one. Philip abruptly seized onto his wheelchair and pushed it in the direction of Antonio. When Antonio first caught a glimpse of Philip's face, he was taken aback by an unsettling feeling. Philip's face was scarred on half of it, and the texture of the scar made it l

By the time I reached the penthouse, I felt a strange calm, a thrill I couldn’t quite name. I stepped out of the cab and walked inside. The apartment was quiet. Damien hadn’t returned from work. The emptiness made my chest tighten. I moved to my room, dropping my bag onto the bed, and perched my laptop on my lap. My fingers hovered above the keyboard for a moment before I slid the flash drive in. The files opened, spilling secrets onto the screen. Philip and Marcus. Conversations, texts, confessions, and refusals. I could feel the tension in Philip’s voice, his desperation for his son’s treatment. Marcus’s cold, calculating replies.

Philip held out his hand to her and she rushed over to take it. "There are some bad things about me Maddy, I don't want you to ever find out but if you ask me, I promise I will always tell you the truth. Before my accident I was ... well let's just say I ran in a circle of men who did not fear the law. We built up our wealth legally, but it gave us the power to have and achieve things people only dream of. I scaled it down after I was confined to the chair but if anything, ever happened to me, I can call on any one of them to help. I can pick up the phone now and tell them you are in trouble, and they will find you and bring you home, no questions asked." "I understand." "You have something

He showed up at headquarters more than once, crying, begging me to help rebuild Lombardo Corp Montavia. I had him turned away. He tried going back to streaming—same "scam-busting" act—but merchants he'd targeted before caught up with him. They broke his leg. The next time I heard his name, it was on the news. Philip killed Clara. After Lombardo Corp Montavia collapsed, Clara had the baby aborted and moved on to another rich guy. Didn't last. Philip tracked her down. She was pregnant again. He snapped—kidnapped her and cut the fetus from her womb.