Widowmaker X Tracer Novels & Stories

“We got him, habibi. He branded her with an essence tracer. I already sent the request for the Royal Guard to be ready for when we get to the palace. We’ll need to bring him back here so that I can safely break the tracer. He just pulled on it, so the proof will be right there. I would venture a guess that his nest, some if not all, has similar skeletons in their closet.” I thanked the Goddess for this opportunity to take him down and keep everyone safe. It was a damn good thing that we had come here to meet up with Aldan and Kellis. She could rest assured that Cezar would never be able to hurt her again because the penalty for this was death. Imeela explained to Aldan what the tracer did. I

Her fingers lift to my chin, tilting my face slightly like I’m something she’s inspecting. I stiffen instantly. “Look at you,” she murmurs softly. “All grown… and scheming. Doing things your own way,chasing your dreams” My jaw tightens under her touch. “Get to the point, Chloe,” I say coldly. She hums, ignoring my tone. “Alright then… brother.” Her gaze sharpens.“I’m here to ask about the little widow.” “And what about her?” I ask, my voice edged. She exhales slowly. “She really is his old lady. The lawyer confirmed it a few days ago—we can’t touch anything unless she allows it, I still can't believe Warrick did that to us.”

She wasn’t finished. “You traumatized me… please, don’t come near me for a while… You haunt me,” she whispered, almost as if saying it aloud made the words too heavy to bear. “Why?” he asked again, his voice softer this time, almost imploring. She didn’t look at him, but the tears fell freely. Her voice was barely audible between the sobs, but the weight of her pain was impossible to deny. "You shot my husband. The blood still haunts me. I still have nightmares," she said, her voice cracking with anguish. "And then, you killed another one—more brutally. And you... you rubbed his blood on me. It was too much... I couldn't—"

She was the one they all accused of my brother’s death, but I couldn't bring myself to believe it. I knew I was in a complicated position. Sasha was out there waiting for me to return to her, but a promise I had made to her felt distant now. "I am sorry, Sasha," I whispered to myself, "but I have to find out the truth about my brother’s killer, and to do that, I must get close to his widow, the suspect." My logical mind told me this was a necessary step. My heart, however, was already betraying me. I tried to convince myself that I wasn't falling for her—no, I couldn't be. I would publicly reject her if I confirmed she killed Max.

"You're still trying to save me, Zara. Even now, with a knife at your own throat, you’re looking for a way out for the Don." "I'm not saving the Don," I whispered, turning to look at him. The blue light from the dashboard caught the scars on his neck, making them look like silver wire. "I'm saving the man who stayed awake in the rain with me. The Architect wants the 'Widow.' He doesn't get to have him." Luciano’s expression shifted, the cold calculation of the mission flickering for a moment into something raw and agonizingly tender. He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out the small, black jammer.

Before I left the estate, I left a hint for Xander; I knew what I was doing was dangerous, and that was why I took a necklace Xander had made for me with a tracker. He gave me the necklace after the twins were kidnapped for safety reasons, and my plan worked. Xander was able to find the children thanks to the tracker. Skyler was confused about what was happening and I didn't bother to explain. I turned around to hug Xander's neck grateful we had the children back. I didn't even care about the company. I was glad he came through. "I am glad you believed me despite how absurd it seemed." I sniffed. Xander's gaze softened, and he reached out to clean my tears. "It was crazy to believe, but I am

“And I was stupid enough to fall for some of my father’s manipulative traps on Skylar. I should have known better.” “What traps are you talking about?” I pressed. He paused… then spoke very quietly. “Do you remember when he met Skylar for the first time at the family dinner?” Of course I did. “Yes.” “He gave her a bracelet,” Xavier said. “A beautiful one. A rare design.” “Yes… I remember it.” Xavier exhaled shakily. “That jewelry had a tracker inside.” “That… what?” I exclaimed in disbelief. Xavier nodded with regret. “Father put it there. A hidden tracker. One that could be monitored by him… and whoever he answered to.”

"Calm down, Mom. I just got here and you're forcing me to tell you." "Don't waste time. Tell me what happened?" Clara told her everything that happened this morning including her father's words. This made Luna very happy. After a dozen years of waiting, the opportunity she had been waiting for had finally come. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, Luna immediately contacted her boyfriend -Daniel Brown, one of the mafia leaders in Los Angeles- to help her find Alex's whereabouts. Daniel immediately mobilized his men to find Alex. Luna had to make sure that her stepson would never return to the house, or if necessary he would be killed. Clara did not remain silent. She told Daniel's men the l

I added a warning, "So, be careful of whom you should trust, Pierce." Because I don't want you to end up like me.

He was more than ready to face this marriage, especially considering the revenge he would exact on Olivia afterward, making a sly smile linger on his face. Ignazio leisurely took a shower, not rushing despite his cousins urging him to do so. Nevertheless, even though this wedding would be a simple affair, Ignazio still wanted to look perfect. As he stepped into the walk-in closet, he was surprised to find Xaverio and Luca there, invading his private space and teasing him by whistling when they saw his watch collection. "What are you guys doing here?" Ignazio asked suspiciously. Luca shrugged. "Just making sure you're wearing the right clothes," he said, lifting a suit still wrapped in plasti