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He bowed his head low. I peered inside the open door, Nathan's legs were the only thing I saw. He was in a sitting position. I stepped inside, while the aide closed the door behind me. Nathan was reading a novel, and he slowly raised his head up. "Hello there, lady in distress." He closed the book and showed me the chair. "Please, have a seat." I looked around. The only exit was the door behind me. The rest were just windows. I crossed my legs as I sat on the comfy red chair. "What do you want from me?" Straight to the point, like a dart.

Isabella poured cold water on him, saying, “Nathan, you’re just like them. You’re all the same—ungrateful, despicable people who cross the bridge and then burn it.” Nathan’s face became as tense as if he were constipated, mortified beyond belief. Suddenly, Isabella slammed the door shut with great force, making a loud sound that startled Nathan. He left with a heavy heart, feeling an inexplicable discomfort in his chest. Back in his bedroom, he slumped down on the couch, distracted and weary. Suddenly, his phone rang. He pulled it out and swiped to open it. A photo from Victoria appeared on the screen: it was of an old-fashioned pocket watch, engraved with Sanskrit characters. Below the phot

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

"I'm sorry, but I can't spend the rest of my life with you. Liv is the one I love." "But Olivia doesn't want you anymore! She said you were disgusting? Have you forgotten that?" Nathan looked blank and remained silent. Everyone thought that he needed time to think things through, so no one disturbed him. However, he suddenly went mad. He grabbed Cassidy's throat. "It's all your fault! It's because of you! You did this to me, you bitch! "You seduced me and made Liv so sad that she traveled abroad! It's all because of you!"

Chapter 51 The mystery Nathan's hand ran across the rows of ancient-looking books on the shelf, his eyes scanning the titles and spines for any sign of relevance. As he reached the end of the shelf, he spotted a thick leather-bound book with a strange symbol embossed on the cover. His hand trembled slightly as he reached for it, feeling the weight and texture of the cover in his palm. He turned to the sage who had been observing him silently, perched on his seat with his glasses adjusted on his nose. "Is this the one?" Nathan asked, holding up the book for the sage to see.

She replied bitterly, and I let out a disappointed sigh. She was so petty. And I didn't want to come back, that would be embarrassing. Like the heavens heard my prayers, the elevator door opened and Nathan stepped out. My hands clenched into fists at the sight of him living happily while he lived happily and screwed his secretary. “What's going on?” Nathan asked but the moment he saw me, the files in his hand fell to the ground. I froze for a moment, wondering if he recognized me. “Nathan!” Selena complained as she crouched down and started to pick up the documents that had fallen.

And I know I can never have it; really, really have it only for myself, and I know it will probably never let me touch it the way it does now, but I still risk it, trying to get as much as I can while I can. “Is this why you made it? Because nothing beautiful can last?” “No. “ “Then why?” I ask, distracted. My hand moves lower to his abdomen and I see goosebumps appear on Nathan’s smooth skin. He has stopped moving and I hear his voice very close to my ear, as I’ve bent over him. “There was a story, something I read a long time ago.” He says quietly, “It was about the heir of one of the richest families in Japan. “

Chapter 21 The atmosphere in the small apartment was warmer than usual. Nathan, who was known as a cold and rigid man, was now sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by three little girls who were enthusiastically opening the snacks and toys he had brought. "Uncle Nathan, look, the doll can talk!" exclaimed Delya as she pressed the button on the belly of the little teddy bear she had just received. A funny sound came out of the teddy, making the little girl laugh with delight.

Delilah, torn between her feelings and the complexities of the moment, remained silent, choosing to divert her attention to Nathan as he stirred awake. *********** [Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my book! Hope you are enjoying it! Please support me by leaving me a rating and review! Your precious words mean the world to me! Love you all!]