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Rebuilding Eliana Moore, not as the heiress, not as Ethan’s fiancée, but as a woman forged in fire, capable of standing on her own. She stepped into the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her skin, washing away the lingering scent of Ivy, the residue of the past. The steam filled the small space, blurring the edges of the world, leaving only her, her thoughts, and the quiet determination that now defined her. The water pounded against her scalp, a rhythmic drumbeat to the new chapter of her life. She closed her eyes, letting the heat seep into her bones, a silent promise to herself: *never again*.

“I know.” He grinned and leaned forward. “Okay, your turn.” “Hmm…” I tapped the desk lightly. “How about Novaré? It is from Latin. Means ‘to renew, to start again.’” He repeated It softly. “Novaré…” “It fits,” I said. “New beginnings. Second chances. Us.” He looked at me, eyes softer now. “Us.” I nodded once. “Novaré. That is what we will build.” He smiled, and for a moment, everything felt simple. The chaos, the scandals, the past; it all melted away in that quiet certainty.

… Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive. Mirabelle, on the other hand, insisted on having Marcus' baby despite the scandal. However, because she was a woman of advanced maternal age who never went for prenatal checkups, her child was born with Down syndrome. She took her son to fight for the Pembroke family's inheritance, but they refused to acknowledge him and even sent Marcus to Rivora to lie low. With nowhere else to turn, she went online to livestream her sob story. The feud between them blew up so badly that it eventually made national news.

The nurse wheeled me back to my room, reminding me, "You're weak and need to rest properly." I nodded. "Thanks." Once the door clicked shut, I grabbed my phone from under the pillow and called my mom. "I'm getting divorced. I'll be home in three days," I said. "Did Jake hurt you?" she asked. "I'm coming for him." Unwilling to upset her, I lied, "No. I just want a fresh start."

I was wrong when I said he was never mine to begin it. Rather, the universe specially made him for me. So, right from the beginning, he was always mine to begin with. If there were other lifetimes, I would do it with him over and over again. With no regrets. Because he was mine forever. THE END

When Blake was in middle school, Liam's novel, At the Horizon's End, had been all the rage. Information about him was scarce, mostly a few interviews on his website. It had been his debut sensation. The book had exploded in popularity, amassing over a million subscribers in weekly magazines when it reached a hundred thousand words, soon followed by a comic adaptation. Liam's novel had been a part of Blake's adolescence, a phenomenon that swept her school. Now, sitting across from her was the author she had idolized as a teenager, and he was her blind date!

Though it wasn't cold like yesterday, it was still chilly, and I crossed my arms around myself, shivering a bit. I could hear the sounds of horses, chickens, and more as we had gone out through the side door instead of the front entrance. Lip strolled slowly, enough to keep me in pace, and I glanced around, entranced with everything I could see. Lip began to talk about the history of New Puerto, starting with the animals, and the trade given to different countries. We walked past the gardens then, Lip bringing up the imports and exports of all trade, and I felt myself tune him out. It wasn't that I was bored, more out of habit from when my own father attempted to discuss these types of thing

In the next four to five weeks that quickly went by, I began to learn a lot of amazing, frightening and horrible things about Ebie, sometimes through the book that disappeared into my abdomen. There were ‘things’ which I came across, but I’d decided against mentioning all of them, and simply tagged them ‘wonderful.’ There were also things which I learnt from my fellow initiates, some of whom had been initiated years before and some who’d been initiated when I was still a crawling baby.

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The particular book appears in front of him as HE gladly reads the title out loud. “Death Resurgence.” As the book opens and the series of the current events begin to flash and flood. HE giggles in HIS utmost amusement, as HE presented. “Well, well, well. Shall we learn the ropes of what lies within the Resurgence?” From the book that deliberately flips and presented the gist of the world that it brings, the words are written and said.