True Blue By David Baldacci Novelas e Histórias

Alexia’s POV “The hell she is!” Diego screams. I feel Stephen grip my hand tightly, as if he is trying to protect me from something. Everyone is up in arms about what has just been saying and Victoria sits there with a smirk on her face. What is happening? The king once again raises his hand to make everyone settle down. Diego sits back down, but I can see that he is struggling to keep his wolf under control. “Nick, please continue. I want everyone to remain silent no matter what you hear. Nick has been given a truth serum that my personal mages have made. He cannot lie no matter what.” My eyes widen, knowing that this means we are finally going to know what has been going on.

The phone on my desk sat quiet, yet I stared at it as if it might buzz again— as if my ex-husband’s voice, or that stranger’s, might cut through the quiet and drag me deeper into the web. My hand hovered over it, not to dial, but simply to steady myself. Several days ago, Claus had asked if my mother had been tied to HAB. Two days later, Victoria told me that truth doesn’t break us—it only shows that we were already broken. And today, a stranger had introduced another name into the mystery I was still trying to untangle: Victor Boaz. The threads were tightening—past and present, personal and political, betrayal and truth— and whether I wanted to or not, I was standing at the center of the we

The morning sun cut through the penthouse windows in sharp gold blades, catching dust motes dancing over the marble floors like tiny galaxies. Roxanne sat at the kitchen island, fingers wrapped around a mug of black coffee, watching Arch pace the length of his living room like a caged lion. It had been three days since Victor Hale’s arrest. Three days of police interviews, board meetings that ran until dawn, and news cycles that chewed up Montenegro Inc. like it was yesterday’s trash. CEO’S SCANDALOUS AFFAIR WITH TOP ENGINEER blared one headline. SABOTAGE PLOT EXPOSES CORPORATE BETRAYAL screamed another.

Instead, she just stared at Eli and waited for more nonsense to spill from his mouth. “What’s a Trueblood, you ask?” His tone was mocking. “I’d be happy to tell you, North. A Trueblood has blood from all the races, meaning he or she has the potential to tap into multiple powers, and the strongest Truebloods can open portals whenever and wherever they want. As you can imagine, there are some who would like to control that kind of power—some like your parents, and their group.” North stiffened. “The Allises aren’t my parents. They might be biologically, but I don’t trust them.” She didn’t trust the men surrounding her either, but she was wise enough not to utter those words.

I heard my name being called and I looked back only to see Sera Winfrey the Best student in science class, she was in her lab clothes. It seemed like she was coming back from the laboratory when she saw us. " Hi. " I greeted when she Approached us. " Hm, sorry for calling out to you all of a sudden, I hope you aren't offended." " It's okay, I am not. " " Okay, I just wanted to ask you a question. " " Go on. " I replied. " Alright, I read a book online yesterday titled, Royal Alpha by Stelva@16, so I was wondering if you were the one that wrote the book. "

“We know there was a girl with you. Where is she?” He's intimidating for sure. The man in front of me is tall, strong, with dark hair and unforgiving blue eyes. He wears leather. It has blood stains on it and soon I know my blood will join the others in a sick decor. But I will never give her up. I could never. “I don't know what you're talking about,” I insist. “I'm on my own. There is no girl. Hurt me all you want but my answer won’t change. There is no girl.”

“Just the beautiful ones.” And just like that I snapped out of my trance and was back to reality. I was back in the elevator and before me, was the infamous playboy billionaire, Kareem Finnegan. Ding! “Have a good day Mr. Finnegan,” I hurried out of the elevator; without looking back for a second, I made my way to my car and drove off. --------------------------------- La Creperie always smelt like spring and roast duck.

Could it be that the target wasn't at the banquet? The engagement quickly transitioned into the auction segment. The artifacts were too valuable, and the high starting bids scared off most potential buyers. Only two items were successfully auctioned off. I immediately hacked into both buyers' corporate and personal records to investigate their backgrounds. I turned up with nothing. Both of them were legitimate businessmen with clean records. There wasn't a single clue about the target. Did I miscalculate this time?

"I smashed it, so what? What can you do about it? Don't think that just because you have a few bodyguards with guns, you're someone important. My dad has dined with Mafia bosses! Every family leader has to give him some respect!" The air instantly froze. Merla's father turned deathly pale, looking as if he wanted to slap her right then and there. Alas, Merla remained oblivious, even tilting her chin up proudly. "Dad, what are you waiting for? Make her pay up!" Her father took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his rage, though his voice was already trembling. "Ms. Nicole, which car is yours?" I casually pointed behind me. "That one. The old Ford."

The gold plating looked so real that I never even doubted it! Just as I stood there, completely shocked, Morwenna and Rupert walked in with smug grins. "I knew you were up to no good," Morwenna said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Good thing we stayed sharp and had Rupert swap them out." Rupert looked totally pleased with himself. He stepped forward and grabbed my arm, his voice laced with danger. "Luckily, I thought ahead. Otherwise, we'd be screwed. I've already given the real pieces to Lillian as an investment. She'll help us turn them into even more cash.