Novel & Cerita Under Suspicion Series

Feeling a little tingle in her nose and some moisture in her eyes, Heather held back the urge to cry as she wouldn’t allow herself to do so in front of others. “Silly girl, you don’t have to thank me for anything. Well, do you have any suspects in mind?” In an instant, he fluidly switched from a benign grandfather to an objective one. “I suspect that it was the Moriartys.” Heather directly expressed her suspicion as she couldn’t think of any other.

Hen, Let's make it significant. Rubbing his temples, Simeon leans back in his chair, the pressure of their following action on him. But something feels off. A new lead, a new development, an anonymous tip regarding a mole among their ranks—turns his stomach with doubt, and he knows they cannot afford another blunder. Sitting opposite him, Elizabeth scrolls through emails on her computer. Simeon whispers, his voice tense, "Something's off." Someone is keeping an eye on us. Her face creased in bewilderment; she glanced up at him. What do you mean exactly?

At least not now. After the church service, we made our way to the cemetery. The cold wind cut through my clothes, and I shivered, pulling my coat tighter around me. The sky was a dull grey, the sun hidden behind thick clouds, as if even the heavens were mourning too. The mourners gathered around the grave, their faces etched with the deep lines of sadness and fatigue. I could see Alex’s father watching me. He had been glancing at me all day, his eyes dark and unreadable. I felt the weight of his stare, the questions hanging in the air between us, unspoken but loud and clear. He was wondering about me, about this strange twist of fate that had me, the daughter of his daughter's former lover,

Mira replied. “It’s about what we’re sensing. The way things don’t add up. The way he appears in places he shouldn’t, or knows things he shouldn’t.” I leaned back slightly, trying to piece it together. The mention of Ryan shifted the entire conversation. What had started as dissatisfaction with someone’s response now felt like it was moving toward something deeper something hidden underneath casual interactions and incomplete answers. But even then, nothing was confirmed. Everything remained in that uncomfortable space between suspicion and understanding, where assumptions grow faster than facts.

“Tell me, Lucien. Was it fear? Doubt? Or was it just easier to blame me because God forbid you look at anyone else?” His eyes burned into mine. There was no flinch, no retreat. Just fire. “It was survival, Zara. Do you understand? In my world, suspicion keeps you alive. Doubt keeps you breathing. I’ve seen men die because they trusted the wrong person. I can’t afford that.” “And what am I then?” I whispered. “A suspect? A liability? A bullet you’re waiting for me to fire at your head?” For the first time, he looked away. His throat worked as if the words he wanted to say were too heavy to carry.

"How could this… How could this be under Howie's desk? Unless…" A far more terrifying and ridiculous theory came up in everyone's minds. Could it be that Zane wasn't the only one who got someone pregnant? Or could this pregnancy test report belong to Howard's girlfriend, and Zane had just simply gone to get the test done on his behalf? Or… Various possibilities played in our minds, turning this small dorm room into an inferno filled with lies, secrets, and betrayal. Meanwhile, I stood at the center of chaos, watching each of these otherwise-proud parents losing their cool. Much of the resentment within me from being falsely accused gradually vanished and was replaced by the indifference of a

"Most people would have frozen in fear. You attacked an armed man." "He was threatening my daughter. I didn't think. I just... reacted." "Instinct of a mother." Something flickered in his eyes—respect, maybe, or something deeper. "You're traveling alone?" The question held no judgment, just curiosity tinged with concern. "Yes." "That's... unusual. And dangerous, as today proved." He leaned forward slightly. "Forgive me for asking, but is there no one to accompany you? No husband?" Alessia's hand tightened on the canteen. "I have a husband. Technically."

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.