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A career drenched in blood. She’s a masterpiece of destruction. But she doesn’t know how obvious her cracks are. She’s not like the others they’ve sent. There’s been a string of women before her who’ve tried to kill me, and they’ve all been unsuccessful. I’ve always managed to get rid of them before they could ever execute their plan. Pathetic little bitches thinking they could run game on me when I owned these streets, and I was smarter than anybody else out there. It didn’t mean I couldn’t have a bit of fun, use them for my own twisted desires and bait in my missions, giving them the false hope that they were on my trusted side.

But as I'm about to exit, not even bothering to get my drink anymore, Ryan utters a sentence I never thought anyone would say about Max Blackwell: "Did he tell you about his involvement in human trafficking?" I freeze instantly, my unruly hair smacking me in the face from the abrupt halt. "Guess that would be a 'no,'" Ryan's icy voice chills my veins, and even though I'm not facing him, I can imagine the smirk on his face. He wanted my attention all along, and he's certainly achieved it with that rhetorical question. But I know better... don't I? It's Max, for heaven's sake. There's no way... "Not so loyal after all, huh?" He continues his wicked game as I feel his gaze intensify on my back

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Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

’ The inspector crossed his legs one over another and gazed towards the ceiling. What is happening, he asked himself nervously. It was as if he was trying to assemble a jigsaw puzzle in the dark. The newest aspect of this mystery was a troubling one. There was no plausible motive left for Anubhav to murder Esha. Anubhav had left a lucrative job abroad in order to be with the love of his life. Now she was ready to elope with him. Yet, that very evening they had a fight in the Bailey’s disc ... and somehow her sweater landed up in his room. The inspector punched a fist into his other hand. Nothing was making sense. The puzzle was definitely missing

My throat became dry with nervousness. Wow, the mere presence of an agent makes you feel guilty. “Hello, Agent Thomas,” I forced out through my now dry lips. He glanced down at his folder and clipboard. “I have questions regarding your knowledge of the Seven case and the disappearances of Una Lynn Rosenthal, and Sasha Marie Kallan.” There's that word again. My sister is dead!

Rainn I sat at my desk with my head in my hands. My office was trashed, my desk now broken in half. It’s been two weeks since Adalyn and Elodie went missing. That night I woke up out of a deep sleep with a feeling of dread in my stomach. I reached over but Addie was not in bed, her side was cold. I looked at the clock and it said 3:30 a.m. I got out of bed, threw a t-shirt and shorts on, and headed to look for her. She wasn’t in the bathroom, so I went downstairs next. The lights were on downstairs, the tea kettle was on the stove, and her tea was out but she was nowhere to be seen. I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned around to see Mercer. “Have you seen Elodie? I woke up and she’s no

It took over an hour before sirens finally tore through the silence of the frozen plain. I was crouched behind a rock, maybe 30 feet from the car, wrapped in a mud-stained parka. My hands wouldn't let go of a nearly dead power bank. Forensics, highway patrol, and local detectives all showed up together. Six people had come out here to the Northwind Trail for the trip. Only one of us was still breathing. The other five were trapped in their seats by seatbelts, bodies bent at impossible angles.