Dedicated to all my fans and readers, especially @Mina_upton, @Amanda_upton, and @Readerx_x. Your lovely and kindhearted votes have pushed me up in the powerstone rankings, and I can't express how grateful I am for your unwavering support. Let's get Hellish Desires to Power Stone rank #60, and we'll celebrate with a mass release!*
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"Wait, what?" Keiran furrowed his brows, his voice laced with incredulity. "Murder of whom?"
One of the men, presumably the head of the group, turned to Keiran, his expression unreadable. "Murder of the late Duchess Deirdre Cheadle." The weight of the accusation hung in the air like a noose, and Keiran felt the sharp sting of shock ripple through his body.
"Deirdre?" Duke Cheadle's face paled, confusion and anger warring in his features. "That case was buried years ago! My wife committed suicide!" His voice shook as he spoke, his hands trembling at his sides.
