Romantic Murder Mystery の小説・ストーリー

“He wants me, honey. He’s always wanted someone with some fire, someone who gets him, not some weak little art student who gave up her passion to be a pretty thing.” The words hit me like a punch, that’s all I was to him. And this woman, this stranger, was tearing apart my marriage,mylife, with a casual cruelty that made me feel sick. “You don’t know anything about our marriage,” I whispered, my voice barely there. “Oh, I know enough,” Ms. Rossi purred, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “He told me all about it. And frankly, sweetie, you should just stay in your place. Accept your pretty little life, the one he bought for you. He’s never going to leave me for you.” Her smile was a poisono

Authur sighs. “Annabelle Covers, such a beautiful woman. She used to be an executor for the mayor, and also his mistress. She had everything she wanted, she killed everyone she wanted. Until she double-crossed the Mayor, stole some money from him and ran away. Mayor searched for her everywhere but couldn't find her. So when he heard that she's back, he wanted to take his revenge” he said to her. Avery breathed out. Such a story. “So how do I trust you?” She asked him, looking at him.

The unease in her eyes was impossible to miss. I replied, "Good. Then let's get a divorce." I pulled out the divorce papers I had prepared long ago. I held them up with a faint smile. "Since you already think I'm a murderer, let's end this charade." "No!" Emery lunged forward and snatched the papers out of my hand. He ripped them into shreds and let the pieces scatter to the floor. He sneered. "I'm not divorcing you! I'd rather kill you and call it 'domestic violence' than give you an easy way out. If we divorce, things get messy for me. I'm not stupid."

Rhiannon’s POV~ My wolf died at 11:47 PM when I found my husband buried deep inside the girl I'd hired as his secretary. He was thrusting in and out of her while kissing every inch of her skin like she was precious, whispering how beautiful she was with each touch. In five years of marriage, he'd never kissed me that way - never worshipped my body, never told me I was beautiful during sex. He was gentle with her, reverent, like she might break.

ARIA “Have we met before?” The question hung in the air between us, heavy and dangerous. For a split second, the sounds of the ballroom—the clinking glasses, the polite laughter, the string quartet—faded into a dull roar. The only thing I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. My heart slammed against my ribs. I looked into Mark’s eyes, searching for a sign that he actually saw me. That he saw Elara Vance, the woman he had pledged his life to. That he saw the ghost of the girl he murdered.

I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me. The woman had a long dark wavey hair, and deep green eyes just like the ocean. Ruby's body pressed against mine in a way that was all performance. Asides Raven, Ruby was my best girl. She was a perfect distraction, a warm body to celebrate with. My thoughts ran back to Damien Blackwood. The untouchable CEO, the man who thought he owned Manhattan. Captured like a rat in a trap by me. The ambush had been perfect, and my men had hauled him ou

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25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.