The night in Beverly Hills was glittering, as if the city itself had decided to adorn itself with jewels. The mansion of William Carter —a sixty-year-old, legendary businessman,...

In the scorching afternoon heat, Álvaro drove his armored black Mercedes, its roar echoing through the empty highway, like fury itself had an engine. The tires chewed up...

The roar of the sports car echoed on the Los Angeles highway as if fury had an engine. Ethan Grant could not see the feet or the curves...

Upstairs, James Stewart watched from the balcony, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his face unreadable as he observed the relentless downpour outside. The rain seemed endless,...

The rain pounded with an almost rhythmic insistence against the mansion’s enormous tempered glass windows, creating a melancholic melody that perfectly matched the mood of its sole inhabitant....