The Prisoner Ba Paris の小説・ストーリー

The old prisoner, feeling the chance to escape, immediately took Laurens and Mark hostage in his strong grip, armed with the deadly hairpin nestled between his fingers. "Release me if you want these kids to survive!"

Chapter 57 Cynthia's POV It took the police less than an hour to track down Pierre's twin brother. Michel Beaumont was found hiding in a cheap hotel on the outskirts of Paris, trying to book a train ticket to Brussels. When they brought him in, he didn't even try to run. Just sat there with a resigned expression, like a man who'd known his luck would run out eventually. I watched the interrogation through a one-way mirror, my arms crossed, my jaw tight.

“I was just leaving.” I turned toward the door, fury in my throat. But before I made it out— “We brought back a prisoner,” Baron said behind me. I froze. My spine straightened. My heartbeat stuttered. Axel didn’t move. Baron didn’t repeat it. I turned back slowly. “What?” I turned back into the office, my fingers twitching at my sides. "Where is the prisoner?" I asked, voice steady. "Did they say anything? Do we know who set us up?"

“We’re going to need to have a serious conversation.” I barely processed the next few minutes. The lawyer was speaking fast, rattling off legal jargon that I couldn’t follow, and the officer looked increasingly agitated. I didn’t care about any of it. All I cared about was getting out, finding Emily, and stopping whatever twisted game Les Ombres Écarlates was playing. Money was the least of my concerns. I had enough of it to make this problem disappear. The real cost was time, and I couldn’t afford to waste any more of it. The officer returned, holding a paper for me to sign. “You’re free on bail,” he said, his voice laced with irritation, “but don’t leave Paris. We’re not done here.”

Frederick’s satisfaction with his informants’ work quickly faded as he absorbed the chilling reality. Leonard Hugues, 32 years old. One of the five executives of Lafleur, the most notorious criminal organization in Marseille. Known for his unmatched combat and weapon skills. A man whose brutality knew no bounds. “He killed two unarmed men just for touching his woman?” Frederick murmured, astonished. He let out a strained laugh, attempting to mask his growing unease. “I never imagined my brother would raise such a monster.” His gaze shifted to Jacques, who stood silently, visibly uneasy. Jacques seemed on the verge of speaking, but hesitation held him back, leaving Frederick to wait impatient

he said again. Melvin, who was buttoning his sleeves, glanced at Danas. The man's smile made Danas swallow his saliva instantly; the man's smile scared him. There was a sense of regret for saying that. "Not a murderer?" asked Melvin while smiling wryly and looking at Danas. The girl was frightened by Melvin's devilish gaze. Melvin still adjusted one of his buttons, then tightened his tie. His footsteps went down the stairs step by step, and a girl was terrified when she saw him.

She looked around for him, spinning her head in every direction but trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone. Suddenly, she felt someone's hand squeeze her butt harshly. Daisy jumped and backed away from the hand, stumbling over the pant legs that had unrolled, before turning around and seeing that it was the prisoner that stared at her as she first arrived into the prison. Sure, everybody was staring but this guy chilled her to her very core. He seemed even more frightening up close with his crooked yellow teeth, yellow-green eyes that looked like pee and the piercings on his face. His tongue came out and liked his lips, lingering on his lip piercing as he leaned forward and eerily sa

My life took a huge turn. I was no longer Victoria the baker. I was Arianna Bocelli, Alejandro Amato’s prisoner. “Let me go.” I dug my feet into the ground as Capello pulled me along, ropes digging into my skin. I’d recovered from my momentary shock and become dangerously stupid as I continued to yell at men who wouldn’t bat an eyelash as they sent me to the world beyond.

“We’ll call a doctor. We’ll figure this out. We’re gonna fight this.” But Brielle didn’t move. She just stood there—hand on her stomach, her name finally her own again—realizing that some prisons weren’t made of walls or rings or contracts. Some were made of biology. Some were growing inside her. To be continued...

She said and walked to her sit. "Then are you going to tell us about what you guys discussed about?" Nelly asked as just as Ottiline made to reply, A shout came from the detention room as they glanced at each other and ran to that place in a hurry. "What is going on?" They asked as soon as they got there. "The Prisoner is dead!" The officers that were asked to watch over him reported. "What?! But there were officers inside there so how did this happen?" Austin asked as Ottiline made his way into the room without another word.