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I think there was some kind of system for how the books were arranged, but I can't remember now. How long has it been since I last got a book? Maybe fourteen or fifteen years ago... "Damn it," I hissed, finally giving up. I slumped on the carpeted floor. I don't even know what I was looking for. Besides, do I really think Vladimir would keep a book like that here? He must have burnt it to ashes instead! "Now what should I do?" I asked, looking around. My eyes widened when I spotted a computer set up in the corner.

Oh my God ! ** NOTE TO THE READERS: THE BOOK FOR JOY AND LEX’S COMPLETE STORY IS TITLED “TAMED BY THE ONE HE WRONGED”. YOU CAN READ ABOUT IT IF YOU ARE INTERESTED TO KNOW MORE FOR CURIOSITY SAKE. HOWEVER, NOT READING ABOUT IT WILL NOT DISTURB THE FLOW OF THIS STORY. SO KEEP READING AND ENJOY ! **

According to my father, these books were a gift from the Supreme Being to his grandchildren. In the pavilion of the Evermore temple, there is a gigantic and magical library, called "The Library of Destiny". That library contains thousands of books. These books are known as "Books of Destiny", since each Immortal that is born, a book lights up and omnisciently connects itself to this child's life thread. We study the reality of our destiny book since we're kids, we study about every single thing. The world, the races, the cultures, the kingdoms, the history of each place, the geography, and the science.

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On the screen were dozens of unread messages, all from Rowena. "Nicholas peeled an apple for me himself. It tasted so sweet." "Clarence bought me a new dress. He says I look best in white." "Irving and Luther stayed with me all day for my check-ups. They're so worried about me." "It's been two days now, and at the slightest mention of a headache, they all fuss over me. No one even asked where you were." "A thief is always a thief, and stolen love has to be returned sooner or later. Karina, I pity you. Not a single person truly loves you. If I were you, I'd have killed myself a long time ago."

He paused, then added, "You're always going on about divorce. Doesn't it get old?" Then, out of nowhere, a woman's voice chimed in on his end, "Lucas, dinner's ready." "Be right there," he replied, his voice suddenly warm and cheerful—a stark contrast to the distance he had shown me. I felt a wave of indifference wash over me. "Lucas, I mean it," I said, and before he could respond, I ended the call. I sent him one last message with the news, then demoted him from his VIP spot in my messages.

I even considered leaving her at one point. But she told me he was her first love, long since deceased, and that she was simply keeping his memory alive in this way. I knew that no matter how outstanding a person might be, they could never compare to someone who had passed away. So, I chose to let it go. But never in a million years did I imagine that this “deceased” first love was very much alive. Not only was he standing right in front of me, alive and well, but he even had a child with her!

His dark eyes stared straight through me, so deeply that I felt as if he were weighing whether my tongue needed to be cut out to keep the secret safe. He stepped forward, forcing me back until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed. Adrian leaned over, bracing his hands on the mattress, trapping me in a narrow space filled with the scent of his coffee-laden breath. "Dirty business?" he repeated dismissively. "Dirty or clean is just a matter of perspective, Little Duck. To your mother, this is the business that provides her with silk dresses, diamonds, and a guaranteed life of luxury. To our enemies, it's a business soaked in blood. And to me..."

“What’s your favourite book?” ‘Um… my favourite book… maybe the Kiss Me Softly series or In the Storm with You, but I also like Feeling Again and The Southern Brothers series. Between Us is my favourite sappiest romance, but not my favourite… Ugh, just pick one.’ “I can’t decide which book is my favourite. There are just so many that I love to choose from.” I sighed, defeated by my inability to decide on just one. My brain was so stressed that I was sure steam was coming out of my head with how hard I was thinking.