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Dear Tricia is a gripping suspense-thriller series that delves into the complexities of friendship, ambition, and survival. Told through a series of letters, confessions, and shocking revelations, the story follows a young woman navigating a treacherous world filled with secrets, betrayals, and high-stakes action.

As Tricia rises against overwhelming odds, fighting through personal struggles, deception, and unexpected dangers, she discovers that success comes at a price. With each chapter unraveling a new twist, Dear Tricia is a tale of resilience, loyalty, and the pursuit of dreams in a world where trust can be deadly.

Perfect for fans of heart-racing thrillers with deep emotional stakes, this series promises an unforgettable journey of ambition, sacrifice, and the dark truths lurking beneath the surface of success.

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Smoke filled the room. Shouts erupted. The agents scrambled for cover, but Tricia was already moving. She launched herself backward, grabbing a fallen weapon from the floor as sirens blared.

Jared's voice crackled in her earpiece. "Tricia, out!"

She didn't wait for a response. She darted toward the nearest exit, weaving through the chaos. Voss was still standing, unfazed, watching her with something between amusement and anticipation.

That terrified her more than anything.

The Death of Tricia Hale

Thirty-six hours later, news of her death spread like wildfire.

The reports were clean, precise, a fatal explosion, no survivors.

S.O.L.A.C.E. believed they had won.

Rhodes gave an official statement about the destruction of a "rogue operative," while Voss remained silent, his absence from the media only confirming how deeply he pulled the strings.

Meanwhile, in an abandoned safehouse miles away, Tricia stared at the forged autopsy report.

Jared sat beside her, arms crossed. "You really think they bought it?"

"They wanted me dead." Tricia exhaled. "Now they think they got what they wanted."

Reed paced the room, clearly unsettled. "Voss didn't react. That's not normal."

She turned the autopsy report toward him, tapping the last page.

Jared's expression darkened. "Kieran Voss."

Tricia clenched her jaw. "He let it happen."

Every breath felt like borrowed time.

Tricia changed identities. New documents. New city. She disappeared off the grid, but the unease never left.

Because if Voss knew she was alive, then he was playing a game.

Three weeks after her "death," an unmarked package arrived at their hidden base. No fingerprints. No return address.

Just a symbol burned into the surface.

A raven with its wings outstretched.

Jared frowned. "What the hell is this?"

Tricia's hands trembled as she flipped the card over.

He was waiting for her to come back.

Ghost protocol