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ππ„π‹πŽππ† �π“πŽ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 π‚πˆπ“π˜ α΅ˆα΅ƒα΅›α΅‰ ᡉᡃ˒ᡗ by cvberwhxre
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𝐈𝐍 π–π‡πˆπ‚π‡,── an exotic dancer is forced to seduce and kill a thugs enemy. While being his hidden mistress she comes to find the real person she has come up against and those who hide behind a mask will soon come to the light, & those who lie will be burdened with the truth.
𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 π…π‘πŽπŒ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 ᡏᡒᢠⁱ ˒ⁱʳⁱᡇᡒᡉ by cvberwhxre
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𝐈𝐍 π–π‡πˆπ‚π‡,── a head turning beauty is stuck between a lawyer by day and a king pin's princess by night. She finds herself in a tangled relationship of love and hate as she is offered to defend a new client, who she is also demanded to kill. Will they kill? Will they love? Will they be destined to be together? Will it all come to an end as tragedy comes to the streets....
πŒπ”π‘πƒπ„π‘ 𝐇𝐄 π–π‘πŽπ“π„ by cvberwhxre
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π’π˜ππŽππ’πˆπ’ β€Žπˆπ π–π‡πˆπ‚π‡,── you don't truly know anyone you meet, a friend, family member, or even your love interests could be nothing but a lie. Stepping over the caution tape, taped from wall to wall, entering the horrifically gory crime scene. Without question, Detective Wilmarie Denise could only imagine what truly lies within a merciless setting. The victim's body sat perfectly still, stiff in a chair, blood covering the depth of her face. The scraping of her knuckles and the blood under her nail could only have given signs that the victim didn't have an issue fighting back. On the right arm of the victim, there was an engraved crest that had been burned into her skin. It was unquestionable that this was a branding of the murderous victims that trafficked these innocent girls. Detective Denise stood, her arms crossed deeply over her chest, listening to the shuttering of the camera. The small whispers and whimpering from the other side of the crime scene cautioned tape. These crimes had been consecutively happening all over the streets of Manhattan. It had become something regular to her. Whomever the killer was had no heart, and was nothing less than a monster.