Stinking Rich
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Last published Wed, Jun 24, 2026
An italian thriller, Riccardo and Samuel, two perfectly normal 16-year-olds, go to a friend's party for work. The day passes normally, with buffets, movies, and gifts. But that night, Riccardo hears a disturbing phone call from the butler, James...
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Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.
At just a few months old, Myra was stolen in the dead of night; torn from her father, her brothers, and her twin. Escaping the orphanage, surviving the streets, and blind to the people that 'saved' her, Myra didn't just endure. Myra clawed her way out, and she burned everything in her wake to ashes. Seventeen years later, she's not just alive. She's powerful. Dangerous. Untouchable. Myra built her empire from the blood she's bled, the blood she's spilled, and secrets she'd kill to protect. It's not just her identity she's concealing - it's the cracks. She's back. But she's not the little sister they imagined. Can she keep everything hidden when a twist of fate drops her into the lap of her so-called family?
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