Stephen Bisciotti Novels & Stories

His voice was smooth, controlled. “Don’t you worry, Mr. Stephen,” he said into the phone, “everything is taken care of.” The name hit me like a freight train. Stephen—he was a VVIP guest at our hospital just a few days ago, admitted for renal stone treatment. I had seen him, passed by his room, never imagining that this seemingly ordinary patient had any connection to Emera’s death. But now, everything was falling into place, and the truth was even more terrifying than I could have guessed.

“Character witness? Don’t you mean expert witness?” “No. Due to the nature of the charges, I’m sure you don’t know much about financial planning and investment brokering. But I imagine, after five years of listening to Bohdi Michaels spill his personal problems in your lap, you have a good idea of his true nature.” “HIPAA.”

The next few days felt lonely and quiet. The space he left felt like a huge void. The case Logan was working on was taking off. The media had finally got hold of the story. He sent me an article that had been released. I couldn’t believe it; the local police commissioner was being accused of marital rape and abuse. Logan admitted they had been asked to help prosecute the police commissioner. I was in shock. He had found no evidence that he could prove. Everyone was very tight-lipped.

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

He had been against her plan to go to New York, but he could not argue with the results. “It was a complete success,” Lucian said, his voice full of energy. He put a tablet on the desk, showing news reports from all over the world. “Senator Thompson is finished. The FBI has opened a formal investigation into his company. He has been forced to step down from all his positions. He is politically radioactive.” “And Bianchi?” I asked.

She followed Margen up the steps without another word. Not once did she look back. “Well, she has a personality on her, doesn't she?” My beta, Alessandro asked, teasingly. I turned to face him and he raised an eyebrow. “Because not once have I seen you dismissed so hard as I just saw right now, Alpha…”

Investor (Suicide) Mariella Novotny……………………………………… Journalist (Stabbed) Igor Asimovsky………………………………………… Russian Diplomat (Heart Attack) Dr Kieran Brett…………………………………………. Government radiation scientist. Paul Betts……………………………………………….. Journalist. Jimmy Raistrick………………………………………… US Security Consultant. 1 The terrifying scream spoke right to the heart.

One of them introduced himself and accused us of some silly crimes. He went further to accuse Bianca of leaking some confidential emails through her laptop. My eyes shifted towards Bianca who had already walked down the stairs. Her eyes locked with mine, wide, scared. I offered her a steady, warm gaze. A few minutes more, another man walked in, calm, composed, but commanding. He cut off the agent mid-sentence without effort, as he’d walked into his own office. Mr Smith,” he flashed a badge, “I’m Special Agent Noah Blackwood from the FBI. My men and I are here to ask you a few questions.

His heart skipped a beat, and he asked suspiciously, "You know Mr. Yousef Bristow?" Liam looked coldly at him and asked, "So what if I did, and what if I didn't?" Mr. Dixon was stunned by the reply for a second before he quickly came to his senses. The man in the private room was Mr. Yousef Bristow, the president of the Bristow Group! How could such a mogul be dining with the likes of Liam?

A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) EPISODE EIGHTY EIGHT THEME: Jessica Campbell IDAHO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA (JESSICA CAMPBELL’S WORKPLACE) Unplugging her phone from the charging port in her office, Jessica cat walked her way to her boss Senator Antonio Sanchez's office. She had just affirmed the number of people who were interested in sponsoring his campaign further. Not bothering to knock she made her way to him while he was speaking on his phone in a frantic voice. On sighting Jessica, Antonio gestured with a finger for her to stay quiet.