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“Oh no, it’s okay. I was thinking of stopping to get something for lunch anyways. You go ahead.” He gives her a smile before heading towards the front door grabbing his coat from the rack. “See you at dinner. Love you.” “You, too. Bye.” she replies as she takes the last bite of her muffin. She stands up and makes her way to the sink to wash her hands. Something felt off. She couldn’t shake this feeling of nervousness. It was just another day. What did she have to be nervous for? She shakes her head and makes her way to the front door. She grabs her keys and slips on her coat. The morning flew by. It was tough, but Elizabeth got her confession. Only took her an hour. A new personal record she

0076: Dear Handsome and Strong Evil Spirit 007: Treasure Hunt 0078: Small Dk Joe 0079: I Know It Is You 0080; This Is Your World! 0081: The White Lady's Request 0082: We Did Not Kill HIm 0083: It Was Never An Error To Begin With _______ END of BOOK 1

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I reached for it, my fingers trembling slightly, a sense of foreboding washing over me. There was no return address, no markings, just my name, printed in stark, black letters: AGATHA DE ROSSI – PERSONAL AND CONFIDENTIAL I tore it open, my hands shaking, my breath catching in my throat. Inside, there was a single sheet of paper, folded neatly in thirds, and a small, silver USB drive. My eyes scanned the page, the words, typed in a simple, unadorned font, hitting me like a physical blow. Agatha,

In return, you should never show up in Solana City again! "Three days is too long. The police are on my tail. Jasper and Landon's men are discreetly hunting me down. I won't make it to see another three days. "I need to see the money by tomorrow evening. Madam, we're partners. Let's not end up in a lose-lose situation." … Rosie walked past Sophia's bedroom with Jasper's new tailored suit in her hand. She heard the sounds of things crashing behind the closed door. Frowning, she silently cursed, "What's that crazy bitch up to again? Even if she marries the richest man in the world, she would still act the same!"

"We should call the police." I shook my head. "Men like that don't worry about police. I get that vibe from him." That night, sleep came in fragments. Restless and extremely annoying when all I do see when I close my eyes are beautiful Brown eyes that are staring back at me. Deep, like he's searching my soul. The next morning, another delivery waited. A black rose with a note attached to it. And a book all about the Mafia. The note reads: "See you in three weeks Princess"

"If this is connected to our family, you can't handle it alone. Let me help officially." "How?" "Bring me in as a consultant. I have credentials in historical research, religious symbology. Your captain would buy it." She paused, keys in hand. The idea of Elias in her precinct, her carefully separated worlds colliding, made her stomach clench. But another victim was already waiting, and she was running out of time. "Fine. But you follow my lead. In my world, I'm Detective Blackwood. Nothing more." "Understood." Elias paused before continuing, “just promise me that you’ll be careful, and at least think about what I said about at least coming home to let everyone know that your safe and a live

Third Person's POV Rosa forced a smile at Adelaide, more pathetic than a cry. "I've documented every single case. You must have thoroughly searched Madison's manor by now, right? Outside the room where I stayed, there's a tree, and beside it, a stone bench." "The bench is movable. Lift it, and beneath lies a box. Inside the box is a notebook where I've recorded everything." She placed her coffee cup down and let her hands slowly drop to her sides.

The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

Rosa's Pov The first page was a summary, dated three weeks earlier, prepared by a private security firm whose letterhead I didn't recognize. Subject: Robbie Madison. Financial and communication analysis per client request. I kept reading. Financial records showed Robbie deeply in debt, credit cards maxed across four different accounts, a car repossessed two months ago that she'd apparently kept hidden from everyone in the family. Beneath the financial summary sat a series of timestamped communications, phone records showing calls between Robbie's number and a number the report identified as belonging to Johansson Theron.