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Everything that I discovered about him just drives me crazier. He has a sister. Harriet is really nice and welcoming. He's rich, not only that, he's the future owner of their family businesses. His parents are away, and he has a cousin named Sam. What the fuck. I don't want to think much of it but I couldn't let it slip either. Was it a coincidence? Is he really Samantha's driver or what? Shit. I don't know what to feel. And I don't know how to react to the things that are going on in my mind right now.

The way they kiss as well as the way she put his hand to hers ----- From that moment he badly pinched his cheek again reminding himself that he needed to plot a plan for the black market he had entered a while ago. There, he stood up and went to the bookshelves inside his room to look for published books that had relations for any black trading or the underground trading. However, what he only saw were those about the empire, noble society as well as other things talking about the imperial academics but none of those were related to the one he's finding 'There's no such thing as a book like that in here because it was mainly kept a secret that no one would dare to publish'

I added, and he nodded slowly. “That’s right.” He uttered sadly. “Let’s change the topic. Will I be able to find books related to politics and royalty in the library?” I asked. “Yes, of course. It’s a library. There’s a particular book titled ‘How to be a Successful King’. I think it’s Lucian’s favorite.” He answered, and I raised my eyebrows. “So he gets it from a book?” “Well, he’s naturally intelligent, so the book doesn’t do as much as you think it does.” He told me.

How wonderful he has these. But i wonder if he's watering them accurately? Or just a display here, useful until death. Meh. My feet led me next to his shelf, there are many books there, the sections were full. Oh i remember he's a man who believes in the credibility of a book, especially if it is written in a style that suits his taste. The law stuff, firm management, social studies, sales tax and any other business-related concepts. "I wonder..." I took out a single book in a hardbound, it has gold letterings in its cover that says the title: A Wise Tycoon.

When I was about to start apologizing, he said, "Too many thoughts. Too many decisions. Too many people depending on me to be infallible." The vulnerability in his voice shook me to my bones. Something twisted in my chest. This was not the cold, commanding king I had first met. This was someone else. Someone who carried weight that would crush most people. "Books help," he continued. "They take me out of my own head for a while. Let me be someone else, somewhere else." I understood that better than he could possibly know. "What do you read?" I found myself asking, moving closer without conscious decision.

I teased. He looked down at himself—vest, dress shirt, and gray slacks. “Of course. That is why I removed my jacket after dinner.” “What’s your favorite book?” I asked. Roman sat in the chair cater corner to our couch and grabbed the bowl of popcorn. “I prefer reading non-fiction in my free time. Most recently, I read Sapiens, by Yuval Noah Harari, which is a history of humans and their social structures. I intend to read the sequel, Homo Deus, next.”

she snickered. "Well, I love fantasy, action, thriller and suspense books but those books were different" he spoke with excitement. He liked talking about his favourite books. "Why?" "Is this an interview questions?" he chuckled while she smiled shyly at him. "Answer, maybe I can read it" "ARB101 book is a short story but I love the begin of the book, it started with Whatsapp chat while Adiya Amir is the sweetest of all. The book inspires me a lot" he finished.

Surprised look, "No, I'm not. A lot of people say that when I tell them I'm not into sports. I like sports, the strategy and stuff. But not all the drama about the teams." "So, what are you into?" He reaches into his bag and my world changes. A book. The man reads. And more. It's the third book in the current bestselling sword and fantasy series. He holds the book half our of the bag like it smells bad. "This right now." My pulse quickens. Suddenly, Travis, the dweeb became a much more promising project. "You read fantasy?" He's checking my face, waiting for the mocking. "Yes." I take the book from his hand.

He leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “That’s not why I sought the fragment.” “Then why?” I pressed. He stood abruptly, gathering the books. “Why are you here?” he asked. I noticed how he dodged the questions. That made me frown but I just let it pass, watching as he returned the books to a nearby shelf. “I’m looking for bedtime stories for Amaris,” I said. He tapped a finger to his chin, considering. “Storybooks, huh? I think I’ve seen one.” He pulled out a colorful book from a shelf and showed it to me. The cover page featured an illustration of a little princess. “It’s perfect for a little princess like her.”

He’d been stable for the last three months, maybe even four, so I was sure something had gone wrong. But nothing she said sounded remotely suspicious. He came back to the shelter toward the end of the day around six o’clock. It sounded like he was fine at that point. He came inside and checked in with Heather before heading to his bed where he grabbed his book. Some of the other kids sat in the room with him but minded their own business while he read. I knew the book he’d been reading was To Kill a Mockingbird. I’d suggested it to him when he finished his last one by Agatha Christie, And Then There Were None. Reading helped him sort through his feelings and it also gave him fresh perspectiv