The Collector" In the quiet town of Elmridge, nothing ever really happened-until people started disappearing. Detective Mara Lin had seen her share of murderers, but nothing prepared her for the case that would haunt her long after retirement. Each victim was meticulously chosen: no connections, no patterns-just ordinary people plucked from their lives. The bodies, when found, were always displayed like works of art: posed, eyes open, smiling. A single white rose in their hand. The media dubbed the killer "The Collector." What no one knew was that The Collector lived among them. Thomas Avery, a charming local librarian with an encyclopedic knowledge of true crime, spent his days recommending books and chatting with elderly patrons. He was the last person anyone suspected. At night, however, Thomas transformed. He wasn't driven by rage or revenge. He didn't hear voices or feel compelled. He was simply... curious. What did fear look like? How did the human body respond to slow, methodical dissection? Could he recreate the perfect expression of peace in death? He documented everything-scrapbooks filled with notes, Polaroids, and autopsy sketches. He believed each "project" brought him closer to understanding the soul. But he made one mistake: Mara Lin's niece was his eleventh. Mara followed the clues no one else saw-the misplaced library checkout timestamps, the rare flower only found in Thomas's greenhouse, the way he always seemed to know more than he let on. When she finally cornered him in his basement studio, she saw what he had done. And Thomas, smiling like one of his lifeless portraits, simply said, "Do you see it now, detective? The beauty in stillness?" Mara didn't respond. She just raised her gun and ended the collection.
The Collector"
In the quiet town of Elmridge, nothing ever really happened-until people started disappearing.
Detective Mara Lin had seen her share of murderers, but nothing prepared her for the case that would haunt her long after retirement. Each victim was meticulously chosen: no connections, no patterns-just ordinary people plucked from their lives. The bodies, when found, were always displayed like works of art: posed, eyes open, smiling. A single white rose in their hand.
The media dubbed the killer "The Collector."
What no one knew was that The Collector lived among them. Thomas Avery, a charming local librarian with an encyclopedic knowledge of true crime, spent his days recommending books and chatting with elderly patrons. He was the last person anyone suspected.
At night, however, Thomas transformed. He wasn't driven by rage or revenge. He didn't hear voices or feel compelled. He was simply... curious. What did fear look like? How did the human body respond to slow, methodical dissection? Could he recreate the perfect expression of peace in death?
He documented everything-scrapbooks filled with notes, Polaroids, and autopsy sketches. He believed each "project" brought him closer to understanding the soul. But he made one mistake: Mara Lin's niece was his eleventh.
Mara followed the clues no one else saw-the misplaced library checkout timestamps, the rare flower only found in Thomas's greenhouse, the way he always seemed to know more than he let on.
When she finally cornered him in his basement studio, she saw what he had done. And Thomas, smiling like one of his lifeless portraits, simply said, "Do you see it now, detective? The beauty in stillness?"
Mara didn't respond. She just raised her gun and ended the collection.
The Studio The smell of turpentine and decay was ever-present. The two scents, one artificial and sharp, the other organic and sour, swirled together in the basement studio beneath a brownstone at the edge of Chicago's art district. Elias Granger stood barefoot on a drop cloth splattered with flecks of red-paint, mostly. He held a palette in one hand and a brush in the other. On the easel before him was a canvas nearly complete: the portrait of a woman with auburn hair, blue-gray eyes, and a soft expression. Her smile was serene, almost beatific. Elias smiled, mirroring the expression on the canvas. "You're perfect now, Emily," he whispered. He set down the brush and turned to the real Emily-what was left of her, anyway-sitting across the room in a battered, velvet armchair. Rigor mortis had long passed, but he'd preserved her well enough. Her head slumped slightly to the side, skin pale and waxy under the harsh white light. Her expression, once contorted in fear, had been gently adjusted into something more... suitable. He leaned in close and studied her face. "Don't worry," he said softly. "The gallery show is next month. They'll see you. They'll see all of you."
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"