It's a detective story 🫶
Maria Castillo leaned against the window in her dimly lit apartment, gazing out at the city's flickering lights below. Raindrops trickled down the glass, mirroring the turmoil within her heart. Memories of that dreadful night fifteen years ago flooded her mind – the night the mafia had mercilessly taken her family away from her. Since then, her only purpose had been to bring those responsible to justice. Dressed in her worn-out leather jacket and donning her signature fedora, Maria was ready to embark on yet another relentless pursuit of the mafia.
She was a seasoned detective with a reputation for getting results, but this case was different. This time, she wasn't just solving a crime; she was unraveling a dark empire that had terrorized the city for far too long. In a converted warehouse on the outskirts of town, Maria gathered her trusted allies. Alex, the tech genius with a flair for hacking, sat in front of an impressive array of monitors, each displaying encrypted files and surveillance footage from known mafia hideouts. Chico, a street-smart informant with a cheeky grin, leaned against a wall, sipping his coffee. Susan, the meticulous investigator with a knack for details, was busy organizing the evidence boards. "Listen up," Maria's voice cut through the silence, drawing the team's attention. "We're taking down the Scarr family once and for all. They've controlled this city with an iron fist for too damn long, and it's time to put an end to it." The room buzzed with determination as they delved into their plans. Maria had pieced together tidbits of information from various sources over the years, and now it was time to connect the dots. Her desk was cluttered with case files, photographs, and crime scene reports, each representing a tiny fragment of the vast criminal puzzle they were about to confront. Alex tapped away on his keyboard, hacking into the mafia's secure network to dig deeper into their operations. Chico was out on the streets, gathering whispers and hushed conversations, gathering tidbits that could lead them to their targets. Susan cross-referenced data, creating a detailed map of the mafia's illegal dealings and their sprawling network. As days turned into nights, the team found themselves engrossed in the dark world of the mafia. They faced threats and warnings, but each danger only fueled their determination further. Maria's past had taught her that fear could consume a person, but she had conquered her demons. Now, with her team at her back, she was ready to face the biggest challenge of her life. The investigation led them to a luxurious penthouse overlooking the city, owned by the enigmatic mafia boss known as Scarr. Rumors spoke of his ruthlessness and cunning, but Maria knew that revealing his true identity would be an uphill battle. Late one evening, the team huddled around their screens, finding a potential break in the case. Susan had uncovered a money laundering operation that connected several legitimate businesses to the mafia's vast criminal empire. It was their chance to strike at the heart of Scarr's organization. Maria's eyes sparkled with determination as she said, "Tomorrow, we bring the evidence to the district attorney. It's time to expose Scarr and tear down everything he's built." The team nodded in agreement, understanding the risks that lay ahead. They knew the mafia wouldn't go down without a fight, but they were prepared to face whatever came their way. Maria's quest for justice had brought them together, forging an unbreakable bond, and they were ready to face the storm that awaited them. As they parted ways that night, each member of the team carried a heavy burden of anticipation and adrenaline. Tomorrow was the beginning of their battle against the mafia, a battle that would shape their lives and the future of the city forever. Maria hoped that, by the end of this journey, she could finally find closure for the loss that had haunted her for so long.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."