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I need not hide my identify as Machitis as her absence has taken away Sebastain Agreste and now only lives the beast himself. The End of part 1. Thank you for reading my book. Please Please rate and comment on the MAIN page. Lots of lose ends that will be met in part 2 and 3. Including the Ghouzis wealth, the reason behind Sebastians hate for her people, and Raphael. Stay tuned to find out. Authors note

The public only saw what he was okay with them seeing. Tonight's Aaron gave even less of a damn than The Casanova of Caines ever had. The Casanova of Caines had rules. No smart women. There were exceptions of course, but back then he didn't pick up women for long term relationships. He and Emily's messed up will they/won't they situation was stressful enough.

Author P.O.V. “Hmmm…” Casey muttered as she scanned the series of books on her cousin's bookshelf. A frustrated sigh escaped her lips as her fingers brushed over a particularly dusty volume. But nothing had quite caught her interest yet. Behind her, Zazu sat curled up on the couch, swirling wine in her glass with a smirk playing on her lips. She watched Casey with mild amusement. “So let me get this straight. You are telling me that lousy son of a bitch got that girl pregnant, and then you hurt yourself while spying on them?” Zazu asked, dissolving into laughter.

Lucy directly sighed, "This guy’s so wealthy. I bet there are about eight thousand fedulings in there." "Mm." Jessica nodded halfheartedly and took the booklet over. The booklet was initially placed in Caspian's chest, and Jessica hit it not long ago. Hence, there was a small palm print on it. When she took the book, Jessica instantly saw the bold cursive calligraphy on the front page — Romantic Son-In-Law and His Beautiful Wife. The book's title seemed to jab at Jessica's thoughts, and the corner of her eyes instantly twitched. When she flipped through the book and saw the content, Jessica immediately flushed. Then, she spat and tossed the book aside.

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He looked a bit troubled. He slightly shook his head and smiled. “I have something for you.” My eyebrows shot up. Cassius walked towards me and handed me a book. “Here,” The book was thick; it also looked ancient based on its ripped edges on some pages. The hard cover is slightly cracked and the colors are faded. “Thank you, what is it about?” I looked at the strange book. He licked his lip, “It’s a book of angels.” I slowly nodded my head, “Huh,” I shrugged

“And I'm glad that I'm here. Here to fulfill your needs. I'm glad that I have the power to do it.” I am already in one of those few moments where I am more than emotional, and I am grateful for the things that are happening in the past few days. “Do you want your privacy then?” Cassian asks, tipping my chin and making me look at him. I give him a small nod. Fuck, I want to run my hands through the pages. The books are arranged according to the series, and in order of color. If that is not the most aesthetic thing ever, I do not know what else is going to take over.

I could feel it clearly—life draining out of my ravaged body. When she'd had her fill, she climbed off me, satisfied. Her well-manicured fingers picked up a piece of silver from the table, then dropped it onto my face with disgust. "Useless thing," she sneered. "Bones so brittle. Can't even take a little roughhousing." The door creaked open. Vince Benedict, the brothel's manager, waddled in with his massive gut leading the way. He pinched the silver coin between his thick fingers and blew on it. Then he gave my limp leg a hard kick with his black cloth boot.

Intimate. “Shh.” One finger pressed against my lips. “No more talking unless I tell you to. We wouldn’t want security to hear the prim little library assistant moaning like a whore when they finally check the building.” The crude word sent a shameful thrill straight to my core. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, just from one kiss and the way he was looking at me like he planned to devour me slowly. He stepped back slightly, eyes never leaving mine, and reached for one of the leather-bound books on the nearby table. It was an old edition of The Decameron, Boccaccio’s tales of lust and sin during the plague. One of the restricted volumes he’d borrowed before.