Vic Fuentes And Kellin Quinn นิยาย & เรื่องราว

tension finally broke. "It’s over," he whispered. "No," Elena said, looking at her laptop screen. "Julian was just the front man, Killian. Look at the last file that just decrypted from the Highland transfer." She pointed to a signature at the bottom of the Switzerland servers. It wasn't Julian’s. It was a name that made Killian’s blood run cold. THE MORNINGSTAR INITIATIVE: CEO – VICTORIA VANDERWALL. "My sister," Killian whispered. "The one they said died in the 2006 fire. She’s alive. And she’s the one who gave Julian the codes."

“And he left instructions.” She slid the file across the table. Inside: a single photo. Alicia, Alex, and Aiden. Taken from across the street in New York. Timestamped yesterday. And a note, handwritten. “You won this battle. You won’t win the war. I’ll be in touch. V.K.” Alicia felt cold. Alex picked up the photo. “He’s been watching us the whole time.” Reyes swore. “We’ll issue an international warrant.” Elise shook her head. “Good luck. He has citizenship in three countries. And enough money to disappear forever.”

Ivy was gone, Victor was unhinged, and their lives had narrowed down to one impossible mission: take them down. Killian sat at the small desk his uncle Mark had set up, a laptop open, phone to one ear, and a small stack of folders at his side. Contacts in law enforcement, private investigators, hackers, and local informants filled his call list. Every second felt precious, every connection vital. He moved like a man possessed, dialing numbers, taking notes, and sifting through intelligence.

Just as two people who’d chosen to be together. It was good. Really good. Until one date night, Penking got a call. Unknown number. He almost ignored it. But something made him answer. “Hello?” A voice he hadn’t heard in fifteen years. “Kael. It’s Viktor.” Penking went pale. Viktor. The man who’d killed Cullen. Who’d been cut loose. Who’d disappeared. “What do you want?” “To talk. Face to face. I’m in town. Meet me.” “No.”

Between Hudson and Wilder, there hadn’t been much left of Bruce Wei to dispose of and I was glad I hadn’t witnessed what they’d done to the man. I was feeling restless and I had the information Hamil sent me. The man that sent me that video was Wally Brown, a distributor for the Suarez Cartel. It seemed odd that Kaelis would know people like that or maybe she’d been giving them information about me. I couldn’t really figure out how because I didn’t tell her any of that stuff and the entire house was checked daily for bugs and wires. I glanced at the watch on my wrist and saw that it was close to midnight. I focused on work and more work. I slept less and some days I couldn’t remember when I

Her eyes flicked to my cane, but she didn’t comment, she just gestured to me. “Come listen to this,” she said, hitting play on an audio file. The crackle of a phone call filled the air—Hayes’ voice, clipped and cold, talking to Salazar. “The funds are clean, Viktor. Three million in crypto, wired to the Cayman account, that’s your own cut from the operation. Not to worry you are safe from the FBI, no one’s looking at you.”

"The case was reassigned." "And every piece of evidence she collected vanished." Lucien looked back at Damien's letter. "If Damien trusted her above everyone else..." "Then she knew something." Elias answered quietly. "She knew who benefited from the Quinn murders." A knock interrupted the conversation. Everyone instinctively turned. Vivienne had already drawn her weapon. An FBI agent stood outside the hidden room. "Mr. Vale?" Lucien walked to the doorway. "What is it?" "We've just received a report." "What happened?"

“They’re the famous key elites of the Mills Corporation.” “You’re right,” Nelson said with a slow nod. “The one on the left is Kenny Scott, the current CEO of Mills Corp. And the one on the right is Felix Quinn, the company’s lead lawyer and founder of one of the biggest global law firms. You can’t mess with this family.” A woman holding a glass of wine tilted her head thoughtfully. “Why would people like them suddenly show up here?” she asked, genuinely puzzled, her eyes shifting from Nelson to the approaching men.

he said. Selena folded her arms. “Would you have come if I did?” Daniel shook his head. “No. Which is probably why you left it out.” Keller stepped forward. “Adrian Keller.” Recognition flickered. “You’re the guy who blew the whistle and disappeared.” “Just went off-grid for a bit,” Keller replied. Daniel exhaled, turning back to Selena. “So you want surveillance from a Kingsley fertility lab. That place has serious security.” “I know.”

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I dragged a palm down my face before picking it up. “This is Killian,” I said without checking the caller ID. “We’ve confirmed it.” The voice belonged to Dane, one of our internal security analysts who had been working round the clock ever since the infiltration. “The mole has been identified.” My steps slowed to a halt. I stepped outside the room, quietly pulling the door shut behind me before asking, “Who?” There was a beat of silence, and then he spoke, “Victor Wynn.” It felt like my spine snapped straight. “Victor? Are you sure?”