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“Do you have no fear? What is wrong with you, you don’t just go opening random doors in secret dirty tunnels.” “Aren’t you just a little bit curious what’s behind the door?” “F**k no!” “Why would Reign and Quintin have a secret tunnel?” “I don’t know why don’t we go find them and ask them?” I roll my eyes and turn the handle. It opens to a dirty dungeon, similar to the one from my dreams. I hear a chain rattle but I can’t see anything it’s so dark. “Think of the sun,” Nina tells me. “Why?”

She said Frowned. "I didn't mean that. I was just asking." He said. "Yes I like to read story books. Especially this book. It is a story about a warrior who lost his master. His senior killed his master to take his master's secret diary. Now the warrior run away with the book to save. This story is just like my story. That's why I like this book." She replied with her head down. The story book was in her hands and her eyes were staring at the book. Her tears fall down on the book.

**Ruby** “It’s lovely to finally meet you, my dear.” Viktor said as he kissed my hand. “We have so much to talk about. I have brought some of the scrolls from our archives. I came across three prophacies that are very similar, by that I mean minor detail that are identical but the outcomes are drastically different.” “Ruby,” I looked at Dez. “I haven’t told you about my meeting with Viktor, because I knew you would have questions that I can not answer.”

I smirk. I'm going to the top and no one will stop me. I look around the study. I saw a book on the table opened it and saw some pictures. All of them containing I and Jade intimate moments. Remembering what he said about knowing more than I think I know that he knows. He has been trailing me? " I wonder what's he's doing in a room without an owner?" I heard his voice. He was by the door. I dropped the pictures I was holding back and went close to him.

Each shelf was filled with books and scrolls that contained pack history and strategies. My eyes scanned the titles absentmindedly as I made my way to the book Lucian had requested. While I was doing that, my eyes caught something peculiar. On the far shelf at the other end of the office, there was a single leather-bound book that stood out. It was named the Pack Secrets. The title alone sparked curiosity, and without thinking, I reached for it. The worn book cover felt cool against my fingers, and something about it felt forbidden and dangerous. “What are you hiding, Lucian?” I whispered under my breath.

"Relax, we're just pretending, remember?" He didn't reply, just watched me with those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me, into the part of me that was starting to get lost in our performance. The cameras flashed, a strobe light of our perfect fairytale life. We were the "perfect couple," living a lie so grand it felt almost real. But behind the smiles and the designer clothes, we were two broken people with a secret that could destroy everything. Suddenly, a woman with a sleek blonde bob and a killer red dress approached. Her features were sharp and elegant, and I guessed she had some Western blood in her. She hugged Eavon tightly, her eyes sizing me up with an unnerving inten

he said coldly, and I scoffed. I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes at him, and walked away to the library room. Getting to the library room, he stepped forward and opened the door, and I walked in. I smiled gently as my gaze landed on the shelves which were filled with numerous books. The smile on my face brightened as my eyes caught a glimpse of an interesting book that I'd been looking for. The Rise Of The Secret Trillionaire Heir. It's an interesting and thrilling story written by rare gem writes. It's available in Goodnovel and Meganovel.

The cool, smooth surface feels reassuring, but my mind is already racing with scenarios. Who dares trespass on my private domain? I set the ruby back in its original position, my eyes lingering on it. This isn't over. I rise from my chair, my eyes still fixed on the ruby, my mind replaying the tiny disturbance. I glide over to my book rack, the leather-bound volumes seeming innocent enough. But I know better. I slide out a particular book, its title—"The Art of War"—fitting for the secrets it conceals. Within the hollowed-out pages, a small, sleek security camera lies hidden.

“Oh. Is it supposed to be a secret? I thought it could be the next Fifty Shades of Grey.” “Shut up, Amelia.”

This was my haven, a secret space where no one could find me—away from everything, from the pressures of my role, from the expectations that weighed on me. In my hands, I held the book I had stolen from the secret library. It was bound in dark leather, and its pages crackled with age. I had barely managed to slip it from its hidden resting place without anyone noticing, and now I was finally going to read it. The title was unassuming, but the stories it held, the knowledge it promised, stirred something deep within me.