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I led her toward the balcony overlooking the auction floor. She hesitated. “What are we here for?” she whispered. I studied her face, her confusion, her stubbornness and curiosity. She had no idea what kind of world she was dragged into. Or what I was about to drag her deeper into. “The auction isn’t about art tonight,” I said. A notification buzzed against my wrist. The next item was being prepared. Perfect timing. My assistant walked up to me with a polite nod “Sir, the VIP room is ready” “I'll bid myself”. I responded casually.

She opened the note in it and read “a cup every evening before bed. 3 days only.” Now she had her trophy, and two options, the vast land in front of her and the noise behind her. She already knew escape was not an option because she could see that the fences were still very much holding, and very much high. Escape was nowhere in sight but her wolf, she itched. “You can't be serious.” She said out loud. “Now, you wanna come alive, Snow girl?” But she kept moving. She got to the third creek and then she heard the noise, much louder than what she had left behind her, and much stranger too.

Aisha had been scrolling through her phone late at night when the message popped up. Not on W******p or I*******m, but on a little app she downloaded months ago out of curiosity and never deleted. The kind of app that promised companionship and no strings unless you wanted it. The profile read: **Jaxon Reed **32 **Professional companion **Available for dinner, events, overnight **Rates start at 500k **Verified,no drama

Arthur exclaimed once more with authority as he continued to pour water on my body. I feel compelled to stand up and pour the entire amount of water he is holding onto his own face, but I restrain myself from doing so. "I say leave! And you're currently making too much noise, so please give me five minutes." I complained and begged him at the same time. Arthur let out a breath. "I want us to put a few items off your bucket list." He mumbled but I was able to hear. Mister Handsome is eager to hear what I had as the first item on my bucket list, which is why he is determined to wake me up at all costs.

"To not make you lose too much money before my birthday, 3 days. We'll leave tomorrow and then at the end of the month, we'll tick off one of the last things on the bucket list." "And that would be?" "Vibrator in public." I mutter under my breath. "What was that?" He says smirking. "Vibrator in public." I breathe out in a louder voice. "One last time? I'm having some hearing issues right now." "Sure." I laugh as I roll my eyes. ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

“Babe? For real, Clara? You gotta be out of your mind.” She just smiled, that sweet-but-dangerous look, and pulled out her phone. “Oh, come on. You know I can ruin you with one video. And yeah… there’s actually a video.” My jaw locked tight. Anger surged up hot and familiar—the same shit that had me swinging at Jordan twice yesterday. Blackmail now? Perfect. “So what? You wanna date or something? Fine, Clara. But you delete that video right now.” She let out this excited little squeal and shoved her phone at me. “Okay!”

The closing note was merciless. "Amy Linetti, given your close relationship with Harvey Schur, and your acquisition and use of the above-listed property without the knowledge or consent of our client, Melanie Hawkins, we have sufficient grounds to believe you are a co-beneficiary of Harvey's unjust enrichment. You are hereby required to return all listed items or their equivalent value in cash within three days of receiving this notice. Failing which, we will formally file a claim for misappropriation with the court." After everything was set in motion, I turned off my phone and leisurely enjoyed my afternoon tea.

The morning buzzed like a caffeinated circus. Lola’s nerves tangoed with excitement, each step toward the glass doors promising unknowing imminent disaster. The first time I met Adrian Blackwood, I spilled iced coffee on his shoes. Not just any shoes. Leather shoes so polished they reflected my panic back at me. “Oh my God,” I blurted, already crouching. “I swear I’m not usually this clumsy. That was a lie. I am clumsy. But not like this. This is… advanced clumsiness.”

I sat upright, changing my settings to switch to mails. It was from Dr. Xander with a black envelope as the subject followed by, "You need to see this!" I read out loud. I clicked on the new mail. Dear Becca, Dr. Baldowski managed to compile your memory into a disk and it is attached to this mail. But before you watch, hear me out first. You might have a deep-rooted belief concerning your personality but don't play a personality you are not. Yes, something or someone might have deluded you to that particular belief but believe me, that's not who you are.