Deception Point Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hey, mana yang lain?" Dua orang pemain basket bertemu di lapangan basket kampus pagi itu. Salah satunya Jo, ia sedang berlatih melempar bola ke arah jaring untuk memperoleh three point. Seorang lagi yaitu Felix seorang center di tim mereka. "Ga tau. Eh, iya, gue liat lo jalan ama Rosa, Bro?" tanya Felix sembari menepuk punggung Jo. "Iya, biasa aja kali. Gue udah bilang, dia pasti luluh ama gue," ujar Jo, pongah. Tangannya sibuk melempar bola di posisi three point.

“We have to burn this place. All the data. All their tools. This must never fall into anyone’s hands again.” I looked down at Luna, now asleep on the floor, her breathing steady but fragile. I looked at her for a long time... trying to see the little girl who once laughed with me under candlelight. The one whose hand used to grip mine tightly when the dark came. I bent down and kissed her forehead. “I promise, Luna. This time I won’t fail you.” Behind all the lies, all the brutality, all the false masks they wore—at last, we saw who the real enemy was. And I swore:

Aku benci semua ini. Ibuku yang tak menunjukkan sedikitpun penyesalannya, wajah dengan kemenangan itu, aku tidak tahu dengan siapa dia bertarung lagi. Tapi aku sangat mengenal ibuku. Dia pasti tengah membandingkan dengan seseorang! Seseorang yang juga memiliki tujuan menikahi keluarga Sykes. Sekarang aku menyadari segalanya, mungkin ibukulah otak di balik hal mengakibatkan melemahnya Hime Enterprise beberapa tahun lalu, ibuku si rubah dalam bayangan itu.

I tried to act unaffected on the outside, but on the inside my stomach was tumbling. His eyebrows pulled together, "Dammit, Sofia. This isn't a game. Destroying Roman won't be easy and if you fuck this up, I'll make you regret being born." "You can't destroy him. He's too powerful," I hissed. "That's why I have you," he laughed, "The great Roman Moretti will never suspect his scaredy little wife. Trust me, Sofia. Every great empire's destruction started from the inside. Once he's out of the way-" his words trailed off as if he had said too much.

“You leaked this.” I tilted my head, feigning confusion. “Leaked what?” “The photo. Don’t play dumb.” My voice was soft, just loud enough to carry. “Charlotte, I didn’t leak anything. I saw it trending and thought you deserved to know. I didn’t expect it to… spiral.” Lie. But I sold it well. Around us, a few people exchanged looks. The perfect little scene was unraveling fast. Charlotte stared at me like she was trying to burn a hole through my skull. Her voice cracked—just slightly. “I can’t believe I trusted that fool.”

It came from the weight of the unspoken. From that handwritten note left on his desk: Who else accessed this file? From the strange symphony of errors that seemed in tune—but fell out of key when you truly listened. Victoria showed up in too many corners of those failures. Not signing. Not speaking. Just present. Watching. Suggestive. Serene. And that—that was the unsettling part. Because Benjamín understood strategy. He knew manipulation when he saw it. And what he was seeing wasn’t random. It was design.

Now, he was just a man in a suit too expensive for grief, staring at a city too fast to notice that he’d come undone. Each time he’d written a variation of the truth: about Alexei, about the job offer, about Moscow, about Irina’s manipulation. About how he’d seen her before they ever met. He had fallen in love before he knew he was capable of continuing the execution of his vengeance. His finger hovered above the “send” button now. It shook. But he didn’t press it. A coward’s tactic. Not yet. Because truth wasn’t enough anymore. It had to come with repentance.

Rowan stepped forward, moving toward me until I felt my back hit the wall, only then realising how close he was. “I told him not to tell anyone,” I said, lifting my chin, refusing to step back. “You heard me.” He leaned in slightly, his voice calm and dangerous. “You know the thing about humans?” he said. “They can’t keep promises.” “I was talking to my friend,” I shot back, meeting his gaze head-on, pretending the closeness didn’t affect me at all. “One you don’t even know can be trusted,” he replied. “Did you ever stop to think about why they closed your father’s case so quickly?”

"The Rossis didn't bomb your club. I did. You went to war with the wrong family. By the way, how does it feel knowing you killed a child for nothing?" I stared at my phone screen while my hands started shaking again. Claire had planted the bomb. Claire had killed those fifteen people then let me believe it was the Rossi’s so I would retaliate against them. She had manipulated me into starting a war that had now resulted in a seven year old girl's death. Everything I had done tonight was based on a lie. The attacks I ordered. The casualties we inflicted. Sofia Rossi dying in that fire. All of it happened because I believed my sister's deception without questioning whether the Rossis were actu