Sturniolo House Fire 소설 & 이야기

A house that was engulfed in flames and a photo of its ruins after it was extinguished in large writing above the two photos: Accident: Earl McColleen's mansion caught fire, 2 people died. Thea couldn't read the full article because at that moment she felt someone else's presence. She has blown the candle, tucked the folder under the coat and exited through the back door. Thea rushed back to the house.

Thorne glanced at him and said, "Answer my question first, as an exchange, and then I may answer yours." The elevator stopped on the second floor and the elevator door opened. Thorne's wheelchair slid out of the elevator, he looked around and then slid the wheelchair into Lady Miller's room. "Is this the place where the fire occurred?" The butler felt that he clearly had the answer in his heart, so he honestly replied, "Yes." "So the arsonist's target was Lady Miller?" The old butler concisely said, "It should be." "Why couldn't the fire be contained? What was the reason?"

Gianni looked everywhere but at me. "Guys!" I watched as Gianni ran a hand down his face, "Um, well, our house was torched." "What?" Surely I couldn't be hearing this correctly, "What do you mean?" "Sometime during the early hours of this morning, the mansion was set on fire. They did everything they could, but it was too late. There is very little left of it." My heart dropped to my stomach at his words, "Our home is gone?" Gianni nodded sadly, "Yes. We can buy another one though."

I doubt either brother saw me nod, but I couldn’t imagine that pain. “They got our house too,” Everett stated dryly. “Our house burned quickly and we later learned that it had to be an inside job as they placed a discreet fire starter all around, consuming our place in flames… We tried to save our parents but… But… We were too late. They were in the study, and somehow the door was jammed shut. Kallen and I almost lost our lives trying to pry that fucking door open.” The scars… It all made sense now. “But we were too late, Valerie.”

I scrolled down reading the last part of the article in my head. The business mogul family’s death will be remembered as one of the saddest events in the city. Frank Turner and his wife died in a car accident one hour before their house went into flames. The fire brought the house to rubble with flames that could be seen for miles. The fire that killed their two children Adam, son, and Kioni, daughter. The investigations ruled no foul play one both accidents making this a case of bad luck for such a prestigious family. I closed the page and leaned back on my chair thinking. Something was off about this whole story and I was going to get to the bottom of it.

He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and stepped outside, leaving his phone behind in the private room. As soon as he left, his phone started ringing nonstop. Sharon picked it up and answered. On the other end, Theo's assistant, Rowan Swanson, said urgently, "Mr. Brook, there's an emergency. Ms. Horton's villa is on fire!" Sharon froze for a second. Then her voice turned cold. "What did you just say?" Rowan hadn't expected her to answer and hesitated for a moment before explaining, "Ms. Horton's villa caught fire. A neighbor said they saw her set the blaze herself. It looked like… she was trying to end her life.

The fire started at dawn. Sirens sliced the quiet, red light flashing across rain-slicked glass. From the penthouse balcony, Liora could see the glow rising from the eastern district—one of their new housing blocks, part of the initiative she’d built to protect displaced families. Ines burst through the door. “It’s the Harrow. Gasoline and accelerants—six points of ignition. They meant for the whole block to go.” Liora grabbed her jacket. “How many inside?”

Didn't even blinked twice when we reached there watching the house in flames. "Nic," Shawn's voice interrupted my thoughts. following his voice I turned around to see him. "The girls are settled." He informed me and I nodded to him as he disappeared out of my room. When their house got destroyed there was no fucking way they could have stayed in that house, specially, when Shawn told me that the house didn't catch fire out of no where. It was burnt by someone on purpose. He hacked the cameras near their house and found out a person whose head was covered with the cap of his hoodie put their house on fire. So, we brought them here in the penthouse. There are enough empty rooms in the penthous

"Are you Sophia Dante? The building owner?" "Yes." “The fire started inside your studio. It began in several places, and we found chemicals used to make fires spread faster. This was not an accident. Someone set the fire on purpose.” The words felt heavy in the air. “Do you have security camera footage?” Lorenzo asked right away. “We’re checking it now,” the officer replied. “But because the fire was started in many places and strong fire-starting chemicals were used, this was carefully planned. Whoever did this wanted to cause as much damage as possible.”

He dropped a lighter in one of the rugs in the living room and it erupted into flames, he'd already got in going up the stairs too before going in for the other house, only Storm's was spared. "Are you sure we shouldn't burn that one down too?" Bryan looked worried. "Storm's house." She informed him and in five minutes, all houses were up in flames. "Once again, what the actual fuck is going on?" Will spoke up. "Just in case you don't have the IQ or common sense at its barest minimum, what the hell does it look like? " "You're breaking us out? " "Yes! " Maeve was exasperated. "That's weird. " Belle's soft voice spoke up.