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The cemetery stretched endlessly beneath a grey sky. Even the weather mourned Robert Hayes. Rows and rows of white flowers surrounded the burial grounds, their petals trembling gently beneath the cold wind. Luxury black vehicles lined the roads outside while security officers struggled to control the crowds gathered beyond the gates. Business moguls. Politicians. Employees. Friends. Media kept at a distance. Everyone had come for Robert Hayes. At the center of

We'll see

Let's hope it wasn't

Exactly. And even you said something about Robert a few chapters back. You're also on that list, sir 😂

Nice theory, I sure hope it's one of them. What's the motive though? Everyone seems distressed and none of them were at the scene of the crime

😂 I won't disappear. New chapter will be coming soon Whom do you think the killer is? 🤔 🤔 🤔

“Dad…?” Julian’s voice shattered into nothing. He held onto Robert’s shoulders desperately, trying to steady him, trying to make sense of what he was seeing, but his father’s body— It felt wrong. Too loose. Too heavy. Robert’s eyes were open. Staring. Not at him. Through him. Julian’s breathing became erratic instantly. “No… no, no…” His hands trembled violently as he touched his father’s face. Cold. So cold. The chill of it shot terror straight through his bod

I love that, can't wait to find out. Maybe we should Collab in the future, your ideas are amazing

I'm right here 😁

He was confused, with whatever he had learned. Maybe it hit him hard, but we'll find out soon 😁

There's a lot that man could have learned. Now we're left in the shadows and he's no more unfortunately. Oh, that old narcissist hasn't been around for long. I'm sure he's gonna pop up soon

The dining room glowed with warmth. Soft golden light spilled from the pendant lamps above the table, catching the shine of silverware and crystal glasses. Candles flickered gently at the center, their flames dancing each time someone moved past. The rich scent of roasted herbs, butter, fresh bread, and wine filled the apartment. It felt like home. Not the cold, polished kind of home Julian had grown used to. A living one. A breathing one. And tonight, for the first time in longer

Julian didn’t even remember how he got there. The car had barely come to a full stop before he threw the door open and rushed out into the night. Rain poured down heavily, relentless, soaking him within seconds. His shirt clung to his body, his hair plastered against his forehead, water dripping down his face—but he didn’t feel any of it. All he felt was urgency. Desperation. Fear. He ran toward the house like something was chasing him, his shoes splashing against the we

Desperate times, Desperate measures

Team Dean 💪 💪 💪 yeah, I agree with you. This shouldn't be an easy fix