Unsolved Case Files: Jane 3

私が死んで三年目、夫がようやく私のことを思い出した。 理由は、彼の幼馴染が急性骨髄性白血病を再発し、再び造血幹細胞の移植が必要になったからだ。 彼は私が住んでいた家を探し出し、私に提供同意書にサインさせようとした。 しかし、そこにはすでに誰も住んでいなかった。 彼は近所の人に尋ねた。 近所の人は言った。「真希ってあの娘のことかい？もうとっくに死んじまったよ！病気の時に骨髄提供までさせられて、その数日後には亡くなったって話だよ」 彼は信じようとせず、近所の人が私と結託して自分を騙していると思い込んだ。 彼は苛立ちを隠さず近所の人に言った。「もし彼女に会ったら伝えてくれ。三日以内に姿を見せなければ、あの女が育ててるガキの医療費は一銭も払わないってな」 近所の人は彼の頑なな態度に呆れて首を振り、その場を離れながら呟いた。「あの子もかわいそうに、もうとっくに餓死してるんだってさ……」

夫が突然、SNSにこんな投稿をした。 「この身体はすでに国のために捧げた。もう君に尽くすことは叶わない」 何のことか聞こうとしたところ、彼から研究施設がある町行きの航空券が送られてきた。 そして、「任務は機密事項で、この間は連絡を取ることができない」と告げられた。 それから10ヶ月後、本来なら研究所にいるはずの夫が突然帰ってきた。そのタイミングで、私が妊娠検査を受けているところに鉢合わせたのだ。 8ヶ月に膨らんだお腹を見て、彼の顔は真っ青になった。「俺が10ヶ月も家を空けてたのに、なんでお前が妊娠してるんだ！」 私は肩をすくめて答えた。「3年間行くんじゃなかったの？10ヶ月で帰ってくるなんて、早すぎるんじゃない？」

No momento em que Luana Tavares perdeu o bebê, Henrique Ribeiro estava comemorando o retorno de Bianca Monteiro ao país. Três anos ao lado dele—cuidando, se dedicando, sendo parceira—no fim, pra ele, Luana era só uma empregada e cozinheira dentro de casa. Ela se cansou, perdeu a esperança, e decidiu se divorciar. No círculo deles, todo mundo sabia: Luana era famosa por ser igual chiclete, difícil de desgrudar. — Eu aposto que em um dia a Luana volta correndo. — Um dia? Meio dia já é máximo. — Disse Henrique. Assim que assinou o divórcio, Luana decidiu: nunca mais olhar pra trás. Se jogou na nova vida, correu atrás da carreira deixada de lado, se ocupou em conhecer gente nova. Dia após dia, Henrique já não via nem sombra dela em casa. Quando o desespero bateu, numa conferência, Henrique finalmente a viu—ela estava cercada de gente, diferente de antes. Ele foi direto: — Luana, até quando você vai continuar com essa palhaçada?! Dante Siqueira entrou na frente, empurrou Henrique com frieza: — Não encosta na sua cunhada. Henrique nunca amou Luana. E, quando finalmente aprendeu a amar, ela já não tinha mais espaço pra ele.

I served; I did what I needed to do, but it wasn't good enough. I sat chained in a dark room for nearly 3 hard, painful years, trying my best to keep myself protected and together when all I wanted to do was crumble under the pain and loss of my self-worth and ability to defend myself. There was never an even fight. It was them against me. Tied up. My brother is my life. We are Twins, and when I found out that he had died even though I tried my best to keep him alive and save him, My whole world fell to pieces. I'm a fighter; I don't back down so easily. I fight for what I believe in, but his death brings me to my knees and makes me feel as though I am drowning. His best friend is there to pick me back up. He makes me feel safe and loved, even when I can't love or forgive myself. He shows up even when I don't want him to, and he proves that he is there. Encourages me to take that leap and believe in myself. But can I really do this? Can I live even without my brother here?

Nicolas Navarro me pediu em casamento sessenta e seis vezes em sessenta e seis viagens diferentes. Na sexagésima sétima, meu coração finalmente cedeu. No dia seguinte ao casamento, entreguei a ele sessenta e seis cartões de perdão. Um acordo silencioso: toda vez que ele me irritasse, poderia usar um para ser perdoado. Seis anos se passaram. Toda vez que a amiga de infância dele entrava entre nós, um cartão desaparecia. Quando restavam apenas dois, Nicolas finalmente notou. E era tarde demais para fingir que nada havia mudado.

I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy. In half a month, I would be dead. The day I received the diagnosis, I decided to give up treatment and donate my body to the Central Research Institute after my death. Through the mind link, I reached out to my brother, whom I hadn’t seen in six years, hoping he would help me sign the papers. He sneered and cut off the link without any hesitation. With the Spirit Severance Donation Contract, a formal waiver of my right to have my wolf spirit returned to my pack's sacred grounds after death, I crossed countless territories alone to the high-ranking city where he resided. He had been promoted to commander of the Silverfang Patrol, basking in glory. He casually signed the document without even looking at me, then said with chilling indifference, “Don’t ever come to me again. Given how ungrateful you are, I can't be bothered to give you a proper burial." I nodded lightly. “I understand.” He did not know that the money for his treatments in the past years had come from me. Now, there were only seven days left until my death.

My suitcase, filled with precious and expensive birthday gifts, was mistakenly claimed by another person at the airport. When I opened the one left behind, I found it packed with men’s clothes instead of my belongings. Determined to retrieve what was rightfully mine, I went on a frantic search for the man who had taken my suitcase. When I finally confronted him and politely asked for an exchange, he responded with the gentlest of tones: “Oh, I opened it and realized I’d made a mistake—it’s all women’s items.” I breathed a sigh of relief, ready to thank him and express my gratitude. Then he added casually, “I couldn’t use any of those things, so I sorted them out and gave them to my girlfriend. You’re welcome.” My jaw dropped. I could barely muster a response as I muttered under my breath, “What the hell?”

It's the tenth anniversary of my bonding with my warrior mate, Owen Chase, and also our son Leo's birthday. A month earlier, I spent $8000 arranging a trip to the Blood Moon Forest. I plan to take my mate and pup to the Moon Goddess' sacred grounds to receive her blessings. This is supposed to be a happy anniversary celebration for our complete werewolf family. I've prepared everything and booked tickets for the Twilight Coach. But on the night before our departure, Owen and Leo suddenly block our mind-link. "Dad and I are having dinner with Ms. Emma on the 24th floor of Moonlight Restaurant. We've cancelled the tickets—we're not going." The call ends there. They promptly block my number as well. I rush back to our pack overnight, only to find that the security system no longer recognizes me. That night, every household locks its doors and activates protective barriers against the toxic mist of the Silver Mines in the nearby Moonveil Valley, while I could only huddle on the stone steps outside our house, inhaling the silver-laden fog all night. The poisonous substances flood my systems. I am sent to the hospital, burning with fever as my wolf grows weaker with every labored breath. Meanwhile, my family is busy touring Central City with Emma Skinner, spending the money I had worked so hard to earn. Owen posts a photo on his social media. In the photo, Emma, my mate Owen, and my child Leo stand hand-in-hand in front of the wishing fountain in Central City, all smiling brightly. The caption reads: "A perfect trip, a perfect family of three." It is only then that I finally understand—this family exists in name only. It's time for me to rebuild my life.

The mafia world is a dangerous place to be and the worst place is no other place than Fiorelli’s empire. An Italian mafia empire ruling over half of Italy and America. People like Janelle have no choice but to serve wholeheartedly knowing fully well that they can die anytime. Janelle’s parents had owed the capo and they died still in debt leaving Janelle to pay the price. When the illegal son of the Capo, Dante Fiorelli set his eyes on Janelle, He made his decision right on the spot to make her his sex slave and play his father. Feelings happen when you least expect them and when you’re not allowed to have them. These two are in for a ride of a lifetime especially with bad things bound to happen in a world like theirs.

Depois que minha irmã perdeu a lucidez, o noivado com a influente família Montelo caiu sobre mim. Acreditei que era um presente do destino: finalmente me casaria com Francisco, o garoto que meu coração amou desde sempre. Mas na noite de núpcias, fui deixada sozinha e virei motivo de riso em toda Cidade Antoril. Pior ainda: ao descobrir um segredo cruel da minha irmã, ela me matou. Jogou meu corpo como lixo, como se eu nunca tivesse existido. Mas o tempo, às vezes, nos dá uma segunda chance. Acordei no dia em que os destinos foram trocados. Francisco estava lá, ajoelhado diante da minha irmã confusa, beijando-lhe os dedos com devoção: — Bian, não importa como você esteja, você sempre será o amor da minha vida. Dessa vez, não hesitei. Virei as costas e aceitei o pedido de casamento de Leonardo Zuanetti — o CEO frio, inalcançável… e estéril. Mas Francisco enlouqueceu. Implorou para que eu voltasse. Tarde demais.