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I hadn’t prepared for it. The whole crowd gasps at the big reveal that Fernanda had just made. Couldn’t believe she had just revealed it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life.” A/N If you like this chapter please consider giving it a review. Thanks!!

That came over too abruptly, so I added for further discomfort, ‘I’m rather fond of Philip Roth novels. I searched my memory for a title. My little pretence could backfire if she realised how clueless I was. ‘I find they tells it how it is,' I added, just to let the brat out. There! That did it. It was a risk bragging about an author I’d never heard of, but I felt the need to do a bit of protest after my earlier simpering performance. On reflection I thought I’d probably manoeuvred myself back to the dole queue. Wrong again.

Christian shrugs his shoulders “There is no author of the book, but they see you as a threat Ashley and they will keep coming for you because they know you exist” “Well, they can try”

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

I might be weak but I'm not useless and furthermore I can feel my strength building up each day , making my muscles stiff and sore from the sudden surge of energy . " You're right . I feel disrespected . " The guy knocks the book right out of Asha's hand . She glares at him furiously . " Ayee , we got a reaction . What are you going to do eh ? Gonna punch me will ya ? Or will you set me on fire and burn me alive ? " He mocks . My eye twitches . Even I'm getting pissed off in her stead at this point . These guys know no bounds . Don't you just love it when peoples' personal insecurities start spilling out in the form of hate for others ?

We both held our cups. "I want to ask you something," I said. "Go ahead." "The book. You read it before you wrote to me." "Yes." "Why that specifically. Before anything else." She looked at her cup. "Because I needed to understand who I'd been dealing with," she said. "Not who Damien described. Not who I'd decided you were." She paused. "Who you actually were." "And the book told you." "The book showed me how you think." She looked up. "You believe people can change. The whole book is built on that."

Adam glanced back down at the page, a faint smirk returning. “Man handled it though,” he murmured. “Didn’t panic, didn’t fumble it… just stayed in it.” He closed the book halfway again, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. “Still… that’s not for everybody,” he added. “Takes a certain kind of mindset to even step into something like that.” He looked at the cover for a second, then back at the pages. “This book really doesn’t miss,” he said under his breath. Then, without hesitation—

“His brother’s baby shower.” “Then go,” she says. “Dress well. Bring a gift. Show up calm. Pull your husband aside.” “You’re insane,” I whisper. “No,” she corrects. “You’re desperate. And desperate people either hide, or confront.” I hang up and stare at myself in the mirror. Am I really doing this? Yes. Yes, I am. I dress carefully in a two-piece jogger set, tailored, expensive, and effortless. Hair in a high ponytail. Shoes perfect. Face card is always flawless.

Integrity Is Not a Campaign: Inside the Quiet Revolution at Cross Atelier. I read it once through with stillness in my body and a heart that beat faster with every paragraph. Then I read it again, slower. And then a third time, out loud, just to hear the words spoken into the air around me. It didn’t feel like triumph. It felt like breath. Like someone had cracked open a window in a sealed room and let the real air in. Someone saw us. Not just what we looked like. Not just the sheen of recovery. But what we were trying to do at the root. By seven, I was already at the boutique.

If you saw yourself in these characters, even just for a moment, if you laughed, clenched your jaw, or found yourself reflecting on your own story…then this book has done its job. Thank you for reading. Thank you for feeling. This is not just The End. It’s a reminder that no man walks through fire and comes out the same. My next books are out and you're going to love it. 🔥🌹 “Claimed By The Tyrant Brother." And, " Love Thy Sister's Husband."