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It's still cold in New York, and it's the perfect season to start a new relationship. They agreed to walk together and got into Daniel's car shortly after. Daniel is adequate at attracting Delilah's attention. After learning that Delilah loves reading, he takes her to Barnes & Noble. Delilah's bright expression shone so brightly when she entered and saw so many best-selling and the best books worldwide. The place is like heaven for book lovers. It was such a dream place for Delilah to visit. She would never think that New York had such a place to enjoy.

A fucking massive library. I glance around at floor-to-ceiling shelves lined every inch of the walls. The books were stacked in perfect order, some looking old and worn, and others new and untouched. They were arranged so detailed that it almost didn’t make sense. Damien had a library in his house! A Massacre center, a dungeon, a torture room, anything of this such wouldn't be a surprise but of all the things he had a damn library. I would never had thought of that. I moved slowly, my fingers trailing along the spines of the books, my eyes scanning over the titles, surprised by how much variety there was. War history. Philosophy. Literature. Romance. Cooking? He had cookbooks?

By the time we get back to my place, I’m so horny I nearly rip my dress off. The next day, he takes me to an old bookstore that has been run by the same owner for over sixty years. She refuses to alphabetize anything, but when Damien asks her for a specific book, she knows exactly where it is. It’s cramped and crowded, full of volumes of rare old books and gorgeous hardback covers. Damien buys sme a copy of Pride and Prejudice in French.

"Is stuffing your face all you know? Isn't there anything else you can do with your life? Look at how ugly you are right now. I can't believe you have the gall to leave the house and dine at a restaurant." I hadn't taken his words to heart at the time. However, on the day of our anniversary, my stomach had still acted up. And so, our dinner plans had been abandoned. In hindsight, it explained why Andrew had brought me a bowl of nice, warm soup when he'd returned that day. Nina had even made me a herbal concoction, telling me to care for myself. It looked like I'd spent money for them to celebrate seven years together. I saw Andrew's loving comments on almost all of Nina's videos. It reminded

I'll take this drawer another time! I turned around to the bookshelf that covered the entire wall and scanned the row of thick columns of books. The words were faint, but I spotted it almost immediately. 'DELL UP'. An anagram for ‘PULLED’. I rushed over and tilted the book backwards. Something on my right shot out. I swivelled around my waist and saw a dark brown book jutting out. A rush of victory swarmed to my head. Five more minutes… I opened the book. It was a diary. Hastily, I whipped out my phone and snapped away.

Even the carpets and various furniture Hael had were black. ‘Goddess, does he even have a personality?’ Lacey scoffed. ‘There’s no color, no anything in here.’ Across the room, a bookshelf caught my eye. It was stacked top to bottom with books, most of them old and without titles. I slid one from its spot, a thick text with navy blue binding etched in gold. The inside of the book read, ‘Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin.’ It wasn’t just the fact that Hael read books that made me pause, but the signed autograph on the inside cover.

I scratch his ear and he settles again. There's no sign of James and Charlotte other than James' tablet on his armchair and a book, marker inserted, on Charlotte's favourite spot on the settee. With no real interest, I look at the cover. 'A Song of Ice and Fire - A Dance with Dragons.' The scent of something is drifting in, James' cooking I assume. A part of me says it smells rich and savoury, winey and herby, but my gut recoils. Just a coffee maybe...

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.

What secrets could he possibly be hiding now? Lena had seen Daniel open the drawer once before, late one night when he thought she was asleep. The memory was hazy, but she distinctly remembered him retrieving a key hidden within one of his prized books on the top shelf. With trembling hands, Lena began scanning the rows of leather-bound volumes, each title meticulously chosen to reflect Daniel’s cultivated image—a man of sophistication, intellect, and taste. But now, Lena knew it was all a facade.

Soft music played in the background while people talked, laughed, and made new connections. The mansion was decorated with sparkling lights, fresh flowers, and stylish furniture, and a few waiters moved around the room serving delicious food and drinks. I watched the small groups of guests stand together discussing business ideas, investments, and future opportunities. Although the atmosphere was calm, classy, and professional, I could still feel myself feeling a bit nervous. I clenched my sweaty palms, before looking around the hall to find my best friend. My heart began to thump when my eyes locked with a pair of eyes, looking at me with a certain predatory look, Damien steel's.