In the heart-wrenching thriller "The Tenacious Detective," Detective Jeremy Foster's life takes a devastating turn when a mistake during an operation results in the death of a minor. Suspended from duty, he returns home only to witness his grandfather's sudden demise and an unsettling clue pointing to corruption in Blondeville. Driven by an unyielding desire for justice, Jeremy is called back to investigate the murder of a girl named Chloe, leading him down a perilous path of political interference and danger. As he relentlessly seeks the truth, unexpected alliances, heartbreak, and shocking betrayals unfold, putting his career and reputation on the line. In a series of gripping plot twists, Jeremy discovers the true culprits behind Chloe's murder, only to face an unimaginable accusation from someone he loved. With his investigative prowess, Jeremy must fight to prove his innocence, unearth a criminal network, and bring those responsible to their long-awaited reckoning. The enthralling journey culminates in a high-stakes showdown, where Jeremy's brilliance as a detective will be tested like never before, as he strives to restore justice and find closure for Chloe's family and his own wounded heart.
Jeremy Foster's living room was a warm and inviting space, with soft lighting and comfortable furniture arranged in a way that encouraged conversation. The focal point of the room was a large fireplace, framed by a beautiful mantle and surrounded by cozy armchairs and a plush sofa. The fire crackled and flickered, casting a warm glow throughout the room.
On the walls, a collection of artwork and photographs told the story of Jeremy's family that called this house a home. A portrait of his grandparents, taken on their wedding day, hung above the mantle, while a series of snapshots captured the milestones and memories of his parents and his siblings.
A richly patterned rug added texture and color to the hardwood floors, and a pair of side tables flanked the sofa, each topped with a tasteful lamp and a stack of books. In one corner, a tall plant reached towards the ceiling, adding a touch of greenery to the space.
As much as Jeremy loved the peace his family house offered him, he hated being back home.
The memories of his childhood flooded back to him with a vengeance, each one more painful than the last. He couldn't escape the feeling that he was trapped in a time warp and that nothing had changed since he left for college five years ago. The same tired routines, the same arguments, the same unfulfilled promises - they all seemed to be waiting for him like a pack of hungry wolves, ready to pounce at the slightest hint of weakness.
Jeremy tried his best to put on a brave face, to smile and nod and pretend that everything was okay. But deep down, he knew that he was lying to himself. He felt suffocated by the weight of his family's expectations, by the pressure to conform to their values and beliefs, by the fear of disappointing them or causing them pain.
He longed to break free from their grasp, to find his own path in life, to explore new horizons, and to challenge himself in ways he never thought possible. But he also knew that he couldn't do it alone, that he needed someone to guide him, to support him, to believe in him.
As he sat by the fire, lost in thought, he heard a knock at the door. He got up slowly, wondering who could be calling at this time of night. When he opened the door, he saw a familiar face, one that he had not seen in years.
"Hey, Jeremy. Long time no see," Sarah, his childhood friend, and former classmate approached him
"Sarah! What are you doing here?" Jeremy asked, surprised and pleased to see her.
"I heard that you were back in town, and I thought I'd come and say hi," Sarah replied, smiling warmly.
Jeremy felt a rush of gratitude and relief. It was as if Sarah had read his mind and answered his prayers. He invited her inside, and they sat down on the sofa, catching up on old times and sharing their hopes and dreams.
Sarah was studying psychology at a nearby university, and she was passionate about helping people overcome their fears and doubts. Jeremy was fascinated by her insights and her compassion, and he found himself opening up to her in ways that he never had before.
"I need to go back to my job," Jeremy confessed to her. "I have been away for too long."
"I understand how you feel," Sarah moved closer to him and touched him gently on his face. "Tell me what happened."
Jeremy sighed and looked away. He could see flashes of light before him. He could hear the sound of sirens and the crying of a child.
"I was discharged for misconduct," he finally said his mind. "I made a mistake, Sarah. I shouldn't have spent more than a minute!"
Sarah listened intently as Jeremy recounted the events that led to his dismissal from his job as a detective.
Jeremy had been working on a missing child case, and he had become obsessed with finding the child. He had ignored the orders of his superiors and had spent hours on end, searching for the child, even after he was warned not to. He had found the child, but it was too late. The child had died from exposure, and Jeremy had been blamed for not following the proper protocols.
"I am so sorry, Jeremy," Sarah said, reaching out to take his hand. "That must have been so difficult for you."
"It was," Jeremy replied, feeling a lump form in his throat. "I thought I had failed that child, and I had let down the parents. I couldn't forgive myself."
Sarah listened patiently as Jeremy poured out his heart, telling her about the guilt and shame that had consumed him ever since the incident. She could see the pain etched on his face, and she knew that he needed someone to help him find his way back to the light.
"Jeremy, you are not defined by your mistakes," Sarah said, looking at him earnestly. "You are a good person with a kind heart and a strong spirit. You have so much to offer the world, and you deserve to be happy."
Jeremy looked at her, and for the first time in months, he felt a glimmer of hope. He realized that he had been so focused on his failures that he had forgotten about his strengths. He had always been good at solving puzzles, reading people, and being a good listener. He had never lost his desire to make a difference in people's lives, even when he had lost his way.
"Sarah, you are right," Jeremy said, feeling a sense of clarity wash over him. "I need to start believing in myself again and to find a way to make amends for my past mistakes."
"I believe in you, Jeremy," Sarah said, smiling at him. "And I know that you can do great things. You just need to take that first step."
Inside the room, she helped him to the bed, but he stumbled and the two fell on top of the bed with Nathan on top of her. She tried to push him away, her face was burning hot. But he remained unmoving and didn't even budge. He raised his head and looked at her. "I didn't know you are this beautiful, Olivia," he said, staring at her body. It was then that Olivia realized she was wearing only lingerie. 'Wait, did he just call her by name? How did he know her name?' Nathan's voice woke her from her thoughts. "Why is it that I never realized that you are this beautiful?" He muttered. She tried pushing him again. This time he grabbed her hands and started leaning closer. 'What's he doing? Oh my God, what is he doing?' she was scared and tried to free her hands from his, she realized how helpless she was. Nathan's hand was very strong. He planted his lips on hers. Immediately, all strength left her body, her struggle started becoming weak. Nathan kissed her deeply, his hands went around her body as the kiss intensified. She felt a passion like she never felt before. Slowly, she fell to pleasure. In the next moment, Nathan's hand moved skillfully to her vagina. Her eyes bulged, and she tried to protest. He sealed her lips with his mouth; the sounds of moaning and cloth tearing continued into the night. Early the next morning, Olivia woke up. She was feeling pains all over her body. She looked at the bed and saw the small stains of blood. 'So it really happened?' she thought. Her first time was gone just like that, and she didn't know how to feel.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."