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Outside, the wind moved through the trees like an old friend returning. No longer a storm just soft and free. -------------------------------- Because some love stories aren’t made of grand beginnings… They’re made of the courage to begin again. And again. And always. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author’s Note: By Ernest Brooks Dear beloved reader, When I first began writing The Billionaire’s Forgotten Wife, I thought I was telling a story about loss of memory, of identity, of trust. But as the chapters unfolded, I realized it wasn’t just about what had been forgotten… it was about what could be remembered, rebuilt,

I am glad to work at this place. My days were spent amidst rows of books, helping visitors find their literary treasures. The feeling of a book in my hands, its pages filled with knowledge and stories, was a comforting reminder of the life I had chosen. The library had become like a second home to me. I would sit alone and in its quiet corners, I could finally breathe. But as the days passed, I couldn't ignore the subtle changes within me. I decided to give myself some days before coming to a conclusion about what needs to be done regarding my pregnancy.

he said, "and we've only just begun." END OF BOOK ONE

Yet, Number 114 pressed and pieced those fragments together, and they actually began to heal at high speed. Holy hell—her regeneration was beyond insane! Even Ray couldn't help but marvel. In theory, as long as she had enough "blood bottles," wouldn't she be practically immortal? Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—more rebars fired out. Before her old wounds could close, new ones opened. But her body was already in tatters, and the rebars couldn't pin her down anymore. With a casual tug and twist, she broke free from their restraints. Insane. Completely insane.

With a happy smile on her face, she began browsing through several novels she used to love and finally picked one up. “Wow, it feels like going back to the time when I first started writing stories,” Ayleen said, recalling those fond memories. Ayleen read the back cover of one of the books and held it as if it were a treasure she cherished dearly. As she was engrossed in examining the book, which was still wrapped in plastic, she heard someone say from behind her, “Want to buy that book?” The book Ayleen was holding immediately slipped from her hands, making a sound that wasn’t too loud but was enough to make several customers in the bookstore turn to look at her.

I closed my eyes back and mumbled “And I, you.” This is our forever new beginning…

I've never read any of them. It was only after he spoke that I realize he was behind me. I thought he was still sitting on the bed. I run my hands over the book, my eyes catching the titles, A fresh Start, For Mbatha and Rebecca, Agony in get voice, Felicia, The betrayal, for better for worse, Evbu my love... I pulled Evbu, my love out. It's actually my best pacesetter novel. I flipped through the pages and sniffed it.

" I don’t turn a person into a bookworm. You should give it a try. Reading is fun. " His fingers slid through the spines of the book. "Will you let me borrow your books?" Yes, yes. Just take care of them. " I don’t usually lend books to other people. He’s a friend, and he saved me from death. Lending him a book every week or so was not a huge distraction. "I suggest a thriller book for beginners and guys like you." "Are they good?" "They were fantastic." I walked toward him and picked up a book for him to take to his place. I chose a third-person point of view for my domestic thriller. The one that crept up on me one time. "Try this."

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