I LOVED MY FATHER

I LOVED MY FATHER

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Two things she hates. One, her father. Two, her mother's husband. Why? Girls who have an emotionally unavailable father who hates his own wife will understand. She never thought she would have to see a murder case. But she has to as it's her own father's. Whoever it is she has to find it. But the deeper she goes, the more she realises his buried secrets which he never told anyone. Not even himself. The hotshot officer, Lucas, is always honest about his work. Sharp and protective. The only weakness is his family. Otherwise no one can make him weak... But her. He hates her for how intellectually strong she is but does he really? Manipulation is her talent and controlling is her hobby. Will she get trapped or trap another? Will she ever find? Or will the truth always be buried with her father? Her loving father.. After all she loved him too much....
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Declan

Small towns don't bury secrets - they burn them. When Kaia Bell's only safe haven-the old diner where she practically grew up-shuts down overnight, something inside her won't let it go. The people who raised her have vanished without a word, and the strangers taking over aren't just flipping a menu-they're hiding something. Especially him. Declan Cross is all cold eyes and locked doors, sent to Haven for reasons no one's talking about. Kaia wants answers. Declan wants her gone. But the deeper she digs, the more tangled she becomes in a web of lies, grief, and the kind of danger that doesn't knock before it comes for you. And the more they clash, the more they uncover-not just about the town, but about each other. Grief. Guilt. Desire. Some fires never die. Some truths were never meant to be found. *** His breath hit mine before his words did. "You always this reckless?" he asked, low. I didn't move. "You always this paranoid?" He stepped in, close enough that I could feel the heat of him-anger, control, and something else humming just underneath. "If I kissed you right now," he said, voice rough, "would you stop digging?" I didn't blink. "No," I whispered. "But you can try."

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