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She marvelled at her erratic heart beats and wondered if they would ever get normal in his presence. As she searched her bag for the comb, she found the small handpocket sized diary that she bought in a thrift store a long time back. She opened it and skimmed through the enty pages of the book when a crazy creative idea popped up. Smiling to herself, she picked a pen from the nearby table as she decided to write about all the beautiful memories she had with Ronan the previous day. This way, she can relive them whenever she wanted without missing out on even the smallest details. Excerpts from Anya's Diary:

I found a few notes of cash so I took out a few notes from that drawer. When I was getting money from the drawer something fell on the ground. I bent down and picked up the book from the ground. I saw that it was a diary. I opened the diary. On the first page, it was written that it solely belongs to Aaron Malhotra. Whoever reads this diary without its owner's permission will face severe consequences... I kept the diary on the bed and gave money to the maid. I told her to bring me 2-3 packets of sanitary pads.

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

“It’s nothing for you to worry about. Just some old notes. Private shit.” Private. Yeah right. The word only made my curiosity burn hotter, mixing with the ache in my cock that hadn’t gone down one bit. While he stood up to grab another bottle of whiskey from the bar cart across the room, I leaned forward quickly and clicked on the locked file. A password prompt popped up. Fuck. I tried the obvious ones fast,his book title, his name, the date on the manuscript. Nothing. Then on a hunch I typed in a phrase from one of his filthiest scenes. The file opened.

Meh, right? Then there was the diary. Meg’s diary. I’d found it by accident one day while cleaning. I didn’t read much, just a few lines, but they’ve stuck with me. She wrote about pain, about betrayal, about things that didn’t make sense at the time. She talked about how she wished she could just end her miserable omega existence and how she missed her best friend Jax and her world, Red was too weak.

Sweat gathered at my temples and Cobwebs clung to my sleeves. The air smelled of cardboard and time. I pushed aside old picture frames, college notebooks, and broken electronics. “Where is it?” I whispered to myself. Box after box, I searched. My fingers were sore and my back ached but then I found it. A navy-blue leather cover…Worn at the corners. The pages sticking out a little from the sides. My diary. I sat on the cold floor, back against the wall, and opened the first page. It was mostly silly things at first.

“Big sis… I’m sorry I have to bring you to this fight… it seems it’s the end of the journey for me, I couldn’t bring them down but…” “But you have to. I could only gather the information needed for everyone that hurt our family and potential threats. I lost the flash drive, but you have to find it. It’s still on the big boat. It would help you together with my diary.” Then I stopped the recorder and checked the drawer side at the other side of the car. Yes, the diary was still there. I opened it and wrote a sentence above a page. ‘The family doctor too was part’ I couldn't explain how else he kept on lying and giving fake diagnosis except if he was working with my family.

I growle, shoving him hard against the glass wall until he gasps for air. Vance slumps against the glass, defeated and shaking, leaving the dropped journal lying wide open in the mud between our boots. I release his collar with a disgusted flick of my wrist, letting him slide down onto the gravel while my attention snaps downward toward the exposed pages of the fallen book. The dim moonlight filters through the greenhouse roof, illuminating the familiar, precise handwriting scrawled across the open paper entries. My breath catches sharply in my throat as I recognize the unmistakable script immediately, realizing it does not belong to any faculty member or council archivist. I drop to one kne

Her diary. I felt around blindly, my fingers tracing the lines of an old, wooden chest. I found the catch and undid it. There, under a thin layer of dust, was a leather-bound book. Lira Mooncrest's diary. I grasped it firmly, a silent prayer on my lips. I caught the sound of a noise above me. The floorboards creaked. I remained motionless, my heart pounding in my chest. My name was spoken in a low, male voice, and then there were footsteps, slow and strained.

"Or is that just what you told yourself so you wouldn't feel like a thief every time you stole my notes for your quarterly reports?" Daniel’s face went from red to a sickly white. His eyes darted to the door, then back to me. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Of course you don't. That’s the problem with the medicine you gave me, Daniel. It made me forget things. But it didn't make the journals go away. And it didn't make me stupid." I turned the tablet around. On the screen was a side-by-side comparison of his "breakthrough" strategy from 2023 and my handwritten diary from 2022. "Alexander was very interested in the dates. He’s big on intellectual property."