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Who knew that amnesia would be the least of my problems? I got out of the elevator, walked through the house and when I got to the kitchen, I put the book on the worktop. I grabbed a bottle of sparkling water and a jar of hazelnut cream. I sat down to read a thriller. In the story, Vivian was shivering in her living room as the winds howled outside, the windows banging hard during the storm. Suddenly, the lights went out and she screamed in fright. The front door burst open and a grotesque figure with horns and an axe gleaming in the lightning emerged. I'm so immersed in suspense that when the kitchen door slams hard, I almost faint with fright. I turn quickly and find Dominique standing the

Well, well, well… looks like someone finally got a wake-up call! Remember when I casually hinted that something was brewing in the shadows? And you all nodded politely, thinking, “Sure, sure… author, we believe you.” Well… I told you so. Yes, yes, the smoke, the chaos, the dramatic phone call—it’s all been simmering under the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to jump out and slap you with a plot twist. You should be thanking me, really. It’s called “literary suspense,” and you’re welcome.

"Just Black Rose business. The usual chaos." She didn't look convinced but she didn't push, and I was grateful for that. We sat there in the quiet, the afternoon light streaming through the window and painting everything in shades of gold and amber. She started telling me about the book she'd been reading, some mystery novel that Elias had sworn she'd enjoy, and I found myself listening not to the words but to the sound of her voice, the way it rose and fell with her enthusiasm. "And then the detective realizes the killer has been right there the whole time, hiding in plain sight," she said, her hands moving as she spoke, animated in a way I rarely got to see. "I didn't see it coming at all.

He offered. “Well thank you.” Eliza said but before she brought the mug to her lips, she caught the eye of one of the staff who discreetly shook his head. Alarmed and suddenly suspicious because she heard of ways women were taken advantage of when drinks were spiked with some drugs, she pretended to take a sip with her elbows outstretched. The staff who signalled her went to their table and jostled her elbow pretending it as an accident thereby sloshing the contents of the mug on the floor. He apologized profusely to Eliza then winked at her before turning his attention to Eni who looked furious.

Her eyes met his, playful and piercing, and the small smile curling on her lips felt like an invitation, coaxing him closer, making each heartbeat echo loudly in his chest. As he took another cautious step, a loose floorboard beneath him shifted with a gentle pop. Startled, he bent down, revealing a hidden nook beneath the wood. Inside lay a leather-bound ledger, the pages yellowed and soft with age. His pulse jumped. The ledger was thick with secrets—payments from Michael to a man named Raven, cryptic notes that linked the house explosion to a carefully staged insurance scam. The weight of it pressed into his palm, a dangerous, thrilling secret promising the revenge he had long imagined.

She pulls her pyjamas on, and once they’re both dressed Rosie takes down the glamour to put it back on the overhang. Caelius had taken the first watch, and was sitting by the fire reading a tattered paperback book. She makes her way over; he smiles up at her and puts a bookmark in and closes his book. “Interesting book?” He smiles, “Yes, actually. It’s a classic, ‘Il nome della rosa’; The Name of the Rose. It’s a murder mystery.” Celine nods, “I’ve had this a while.” She chuckles, and he smiles, “It’s not had an easy life, this book.” She nods,

Selby finished adding several Sue Grafton novels someone traded in the previous week to the mystery section when he heard the cowbell over his front door jingle. "Lunch time," he heard the soprano voice call out. He glanced at his watch, surprised it was already a quarter past noon. This Monday flew by.

“Okay. “ Mike nodded and headed towards the other part of the manor. After he passed the main hall, exchanging nods with the servants and some of his other colleagues, he ended up in a part of the house he had not been to before. Tonight the security was less tight, as they had made sure all guests were checked and they didn’t expect trouble. They always checked the visitors but only if they had gang members visiting. Tonight, most guests didn’t pose any threat to anyone not only here, but in general. Mike checked some of the rooms and eventually ended up in one of the libraries. It was a nice, small library with a great collection. Once Mike took his surroundings in , he made sure all was f

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The day had been long and tiring, full of unexpected events. I bent over to set the alarm for tomorrow and reached for my book. I have been engrossed in a collection of traditional fairytales with a mafia spin. They were captivating, and I cherished the quiet moments when I could indulge in reading them. Stephanie Swann was one of my favourite authors, and I loved the worlds she created in her books, especially the morally ambiguous male characters and fierce female leads. After devouring three chapters, I glanced at the clock and sighed in disappointment, realizing I would have to wait until tomorrow to read more.