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CRIMES OF PASSION

CRIMES OF PASSION

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Chapter 1 Prologue

Word Count: 1807    |    Released on: 26/05/2024

inaugurated History Museum. The grand, neoclassical building stood proudly amidst sleek skys

luxurious cars disgorged celebrities, politicians, and journalists. Paparazzi fl

tor, Julian St. Clair, waved to fans, his charming smile flashing across the crowd. Renowned artist, R

inister, the influential journalist, Marcus Thompso

ry and cultural heritage. But beneath the glamour and excitement, tensi

, a majestic Mercedes-Benz S-Class, glided into view, its sleek black body gleaming in the evening light. The royal standard, emblazoned

waving to the crowd with a practiced grace. King Lucian, resplendent in his tailored tuxe

w tie perfectly knotted. Prince William and Prince James, the younger princes, wore identical tuxedos, their faces beaming with exciteme

to their status and power. The motorcade's arrival marked the beginning of t

dium, a dignified smile on his face. He cleared his t

ming through the microphone. "Tonight, we gather to celebrate our kingdom's rich history and cul

een behind him flickered to life. A video began playing, sh

ck clothing and a black balaclava mask

ed by greed and power, and your people suffer as a result. But

not be silenced by your wealth and privilege. We will not be deterred by your armie

ed to a chair, his face twisted in fear. The guests recognized him as Du

alized the gravity of the situation. The figure on the screen t

ure said, his voice dripping with malice. "We wi

is voice shaking with fear. "Pl

nd with a cruel smile, the terrorist pulled the trigger. Duke Thomas'

throughout the museum. The figure on the screen s

newly inaugurated History Museum. The grand, neoclassical building stood proudly amidst sleek s

luxurious cars disgorged celebrities, politicians, and journalists. Paparazzi fl

tor, Julian St. Clair, waved to fans, his charming smile flashing across the crowd. Renowned artist, R

inister, the influential journalist, Marcus Thompso

ry and cultural heritage. But beneath the glamour and excitement, tensi

irst car, a majestic Mercedes-Benz S-Class, glided into view, its sleek black body gleaming in the evening light. The royal stand

raine, her elegant gown shimmering in the light. Their five children followed, each one radiating confidence and poise. Prince Henry, the eldest, wore a tailored tuxedo, his bow tie perfectly knotted. Prince William and Princ

to their status and power. The motorcade's arrival marked the beginning of t

dium, a dignified smile on his face. He cleared his t

ming through the microphone. "Tonight, we gather to celebrate our kingdom's rich history and cul

een behind him flickered to life. A video began playing, sh

ck clothing and a black balaclava mask

ed by greed and power, and your people suffer as a result. But

ck and horror as the fig

will not be deterred by your armies and your guns. We wi

ed to a chair, his face twisted in fear. The guests recognized him as Du

alized the gravity of the situation. The figure on the screen t

ure said, his voice dripping with malice. "We wi

is voice shaking with fear. "Pl

nd with a cruel smile, the terrorist pulled the trigger. Duke Thomas'

hroughout the museum. The figure on the screen spo

until Ardonia is purged of its c

ng the royal family quickly out of the museum. The king's face was ashen, his eyes w

and crying as they tried to flee the museum. The night of

secret service and king's guard surrounding them with a tight security cordon.

blared, and police cars raced to the scene. The museum was locked down, and a

. The king and queen were in a state of shock, their minds reeling with the implicat

nd culture had turned into a night of terror and tragedy. The Scarlett Hand

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