Novel & Cerita Vic Fuentes Kellin Quinn

“Thank you, Caitlin, and thank you all for your trust. I will do everything I can to lead the Yuncey Group forward, to ensure we rise again from these trials, stronger and united.” Applause roared again. The leadership transition was now complete. With Caitlin at the helm, Kelvin would represent Yuncey in meetings with the CL Group to negotiate the acquisition. Meanwhile, the news broke like wildfire. Media outlets, already tipped off, swarmed the entrance of the Yuncey Group headquarters. When Quill was escorted out in cuffs—ear bandaged, face bloodied—the cameras exploded in flashes. **#Quill Arrested for Arson and Murder** **#Ingram Fire: The Truth Revealed**

"Let me reintroduce myself. I'm Shawn Wilkinson, head of the Vice Squad for the city." I pointed at Elena behind me, the corner of my mouth curling into a cold smile as I added, "That 'client' you mentioned is my lawful wife, Elena Monroe. "

~Rowan’s Point of View~ “Yep, the mate killed him, your mom took his soul. And damn is there some seriously juicy shit there. Obviously without a fuller scope I can only capture some of things lingering around the surface. But I would wager that Quinn and Killian had been in cahoots for decades,” Cian says, as if he’s talking about the weather. Not murder and a councilor on the take. Valencia huffs and crosses her arms, but seems bored. My mom plays with her nails and can’t be bothered.

"This represents a fifteen-year campaign of revenge that nearly destroyed an innocent woman and a company that employs thousands of people." The screen switched to show recent photos of me, Adrian, and Jennifer. "We've also learned that Adrian Gonzalez and Jennifer Walsh, Nichole's close friend, were instrumental in uncovering this conspiracy. Their investigation led to the discovery of Vincent's hidden properties and ultimately to Nichole's rescue." Sarah looked directly into the camera again. "The search for Vincent Reeves continues, with federal authorities now involved in the manhunt. If you have any information about his whereabouts, please contact law enforcement immediately." The news

A web of betrayal. “Elena was right,” he said, tapping the screen. “Thompson is the biggest leak, but two others are involved—Marsha Chen and Leonard Graves.” Killian’s head snapped up. “Leonard?” “Your father’s cousin. He always played it neutral, but Victor bought him out months ago.” Elena’s voice was quiet. “That gives Victor three votes out of twelve.” Killian stared at the names, rage simmering just beneath the surface. “Then we make the other nine count.”

he says, letting the rest of the sentence hang in the air. “When will you know if you get real intel?” I ask him. Knowing that Kennedy is on the bank account just changed everything for me. If I get her, I don't need Jasper. I get the peach and the money. “Should be later this week,” he says. “Let me know what you find out,” I say and hang up. If Quirin has a traitor, that will help us get into the pack lands. If this person is willing to take out their Alpha, even better. Once Quirin is gone, I'll kill Jasper, then Kennedy and the money are all mine.

I wiped quickly at my face, composed myself, and called out, “Come in.” Celine stepped inside—my COO, loyal to the core. “Helena… there’s been another leak. Someone just sent The Guardian a classified document from the Vale Foundation. It mentions Declan Global.” My pulse stopped. “From inside our servers?” She hesitated. “No. From one of your father’s old encrypted terminals.” The one only I had access to. The one Lucien had asked me never to activate. “It’s starting,” I whispered. Celine frowned. “What’s starting?”

“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.”

Outlets are going to start covering her travel costs and she’s going to be able to follow this story around the globe. I close the Guardian and open the secure message thread. The thread is between me and three unnamed accounts. A researcher at the SEC, a junior staffer in the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, and a woman at the FBI's Human Trafficking section who’s been talking to me, via Kenzi, for two months. I’ve been seeding all three of them with documents since we first made contact with Kenzi. The Williams-Wynn donor records went to all of them simultaneously at three this morning Pacific.

“I didn’t want my daughter raised by killers. By people who think loyalty is silence and power is pain.” “So I gave her up. Faked my death. Trusted she’d find a better life without me.” “But if Cassidy ever learns who Elara really is—” She paused, then whispered: “—She won’t try to kill her. She’ll try to use her.” The screen went black. For several seconds, no one spoke. Then Splice’s screen chimed. “Got a match. That’s Rhea Quinn. Former intel analyst for the Monroe Syndicate. Disappeared twenty years ago.”