THE BILLIONAIRE'S FORBIDDEN SECRET
The next day, Westbridge University was buzzing, as it always did. Students moved in hurried clusters, their conversations a low whispers that seemed to stretch through the hallways. Yet amidst the chaos, one corner of the campus library had become a quiet sanctuary. There, three figures sat huddled together, their heads bent over a pile of books, their voices low but lively.
Bella Cross was the first to speak, her curls bouncing with every excited gesture. “Guys, seriously, I don’t know why everyone struggles with Victorian literature. It’s really genius.
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