After Rejection Divorced Luna Becomes A Famous Doctor (Hailey and Dominic) novel Chapter 263

CHAPTER HUNDRED-NINETYSIX-2

Dominic sighed, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation. “Come in,” he said, his vo

growl

oor opened, and Giovanni walked in, his face a grim mask of seriousness. He was holding a manila envelope that looked official and important.

sorry to interrupt, brother,” he said, his eyes flicking towards me, a flicker of sympathy in their

t we have a situation.”

Dominic’s jaw clenched, the tension in his shoulders returning. “What is it, Giovanni? It better be

important.”

“It is,” Giovanni said, his voice a low, serious rumble. “Very important. It’s about Yasmine’s death.”

My blood ran cold. I had almost forgotten about Yasmine, about the whole reason for this mess in t place. My joy, the flutter of our baby in my womb, was instantly overshadowed by a dark, chilling dre

“What about it?” Dominic asked, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “Did you find something?”

“We did,” Giovanni said, his expression grim. “Something that changes everything.”

He opened the file, pulling out a few photographs, and laid them out on the dresser. My eyes widened

shock, my heart leaping into my throat. The pictures were of Yasmine’s body. Crime scene photos. Th were graphic, gruesome, and I had to look away, my stomach churning with a wave of nausea.

“I don’t need to see this,” I said, my voice a raw whisper, my hand flying to my mouth. “Please.”

Dominic put a protective arm around me, pulling me close. “Just tell me, Giovanni. What did you find?”

“The official report said it was a suicide,” Giovanni said, his voice a low, serious rumble. “But these phot tell a different story. Look at her hands. Look at her neck.”

Dominic leaned in, his eyes scanning the photos, his expression hardening with a cold, calculating fury risked a glance, my curiosity overriding my disgust. He was right ‘There were faint, almost invisible bruis on her wrists, and a small, dark mark on her neck, almost like a needle prick It wasn’t obvious, but it was there.

“That’s not a suicide,” Dominic said, his voice a low, dangerous grow! That’s a murder. She was restrained. And she was drugged ”

expression grim “And there’s more We got the toxicology report back There

A rare, powerful sedative One that’s not easily accessible One thats

On our land. It was a thought so terrifying, so unthinkable, I couldn’t

The local vampire clan, a fragile, tense peace that had held for

They were a different kind of predator, a cold, ancient evil that we

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had always been wary of.

“Are you sure?” Dominic asked, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. “Could it be something else? Something else that could mimic the effects?”

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“We’re sure,” Giovanni said, his expression grim. “We had it tested by a specialist. He confirmed it. It’s a vampire specific drug. One that can induce a state of paralysis, a state of utter helplessness, while leaving the victim fully conscious. It’s a tool of torture, of interrogation. It’s a terrible thing to experience, from

what I’ve heard.”

My mind was racing, my thoughts a chaotic jumble of fear and confusion. Why would a vampire want to kill Yasmine? And why would they want to frame me for it? It didn’t make any sense.

“Who would have access to this drug?” I asked, my voice a trembling whisper.

“Anyone with connections to the vampire world,” Giovanni said, his eyes dark with a cold, hard resolve. “But there’s more. We found something else. Something that complicates things even further.”

He pulled out another piece of paper from the file, a printout of a text message. “This was sent from Yasmine’s phone, an hour before she was found. It was sent to an unknown number.”

He handed the paper to Dominic, who read it aloud, his voice a low, angry growl. “It’s done. He knows. He’ll be there tonight. Meet me at the old cabin. Don’t be late.”

My blood ran cold. The old cabin. It was a secluded spot deep in the woods, a place that was rarely used, a place that was perfect for a secret meeting. A place that was also close to the border of the vampire clan’s territory.

“Who is ‘he’?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

“We don’t know,” Giovanni said, his expression grim. “But we have a theory. A very disturbing one.

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