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Folders I wasn’t supposed to recognize so easily: Affairs_Ash Network_Assets Kingsley_Legacy AK_Init_Funding My initials stared back at me. Transfers I’d signed years ago when I still believed his pretty stories about “securing our future” and “neutralizing threats.” Grainy stills loaded next—hotel suites, expensive lingerie, faces artfully blurred. Leverage dressed up as pleasure. An empire of secrets. And I’d helped pay the contractors. “You used me,” I said quietly. The words didn’t shake. They simply landed. He stepped closer. “I protected us, Ash. You wanted the life. The power. You still do.”

Sara asked, eyes wide. I only grew more irritated. The two of them were so amazed by the girl and Alaric. They kept saying how good they looked together and how beautiful their future children would be. I did not like hearing them agree that those two were perfect for each other. So Analise is not the girlfriend, it is this woman? Damn him! I hope you die. I could not contain my anger, so Sara and Lina both turned to me when I suddenly shoved my tumbler. It hit the floor and clattered loudly.

“Matteo Antonov.” Her fingers froze. “Rory?” She looked up slowly. “Antonov as in The Antonov?” Ezra frowned. “You know him?” “I know of him,” she said carefully. “He doesn’t buy sports teams. He buys governments.” Ezra sank into a chair. “Why me?” Aurora’s eyes softened as she pat his shoulder in comfort. “You might have pissed off the wrong god.” — Ezra tried to request a meeting.

I read the same sentence four times and retain nothing. “Right,” says a voice beside me. “What are we reading.” Ryan drops into the sand where Cain was, still dripping, smelling like the sea. “Something you wouldn’t like,” I say. “Probably true.” He leans over to look at the cover. “Definitely true.” He looks at me. “Come do something fun.” “I am doing something fun.” “You’re hiding behind a book.” “I’m reading.” “Same thing.” He stands and holds out his hand. “Low commitment. I promise.”

If this was a trap, better one of us fall than both. He'd argued. Of course he'd argued. But in the end, he understood. Some doors only open for one person. The bookstore was called "Between the Pages." A narrow storefront on a quiet street, windows fogged with salt air, a hand-painted sign creaking in the wind. I stood across the street for ten minutes, watching. Trying to see if this was real or another layer of the game. Then I crossed and pushed open the door. --- The bell above the door chimed softly.

"She is the most dangerous kind of person, the kind who is genuinely good at what she does and genuinely means it. If you go into this treating her like a piece on a board…" "I'm not," Damien said. "Then what are you doing?" He didn't answer immediately. He crossed to the desk. Sat down. Opened his laptop and the file he had opened more times than he would ever admit to anyone. Old photographs. Financial records. His father's name threaded through everything like a wound that wouldn't close. And at the bottom of the folder, a subfolder he had never shown anyone. Labelled with a single initial. A. Three years of careful quiet watching. A woman on the other side of a charity event room laughin

My brain final clicked that I was not crying because of the book. I was actually crying because I was sad that Blake and I were fighting and we had not sorted it out. He keeps trying to apologise, but I want him to be grovelling on the floor. I focus back on the book in my hand. Anthony and Kate were amazing and they went from to enemies to lovers. That is the best romance trope there is. Enemies to lovers, they fight every time and claim to hate each other but underneath all that venom is actually passion. I move on to Benedict’s story. I have heard that his story is similar to Cinderella’s story. I continue reading the book.

After that day we treated each other like nothing but enemies. I've been cold to him ever since and I wouldn't forget how he treated me that day. One minute he wanted me the next minute he was cold. I move my eyes away from his as the emotions I felt came rising up from the place I had locked them. How can he be so handsome yet a complete asshole?

Erika couldn't answer what Lei said to the two of them, telling them the real story of the war that had killed Erika's parents. "My niece will help you get over what you're going through with your daddy before I help you awaken your powers. I hope that in time you'll accept who you really are. I know that won't be easy for you," Lei said, turning the book back to normal and handing it to Erika. Lei said that normal people couldn't read what was in the book because the book she gave him was not ordinary. "That book is only for deities except for my niece and I, so we can read it because we're not ordinary," Lei replied.

Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before.