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Disappointment spread like a wildfire. Nathan didn’t care. Attention was nice—it fed his ego—but today, he had greater ambition. He intended to honor Grandma’s faith in him, slowly sink his roots deeper into the Farwell Group, and gradually lead it to its end. He was arranging the last few frames on his desk when Noel knocked and entered, carrying a small black box. "A welcome gift," Noel said with a polite smile, setting down a bottle of deep red wine from the 1940s. Nathan accepted it graciously but declined any further help, preferring to handle the details himself.

Message: Don’t move against us. Or you lose everything. Nathan groaned and covered his face with the blanket. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. I’m dead already.” The room stayed quiet. Nathan clutched the flash drive like a teddy bear and whispered one last line before drifting into uneasy sleep. “God help me. I just mailed my own coffin.”

He moistened his lips, dreaming of the day when the past would finally be forgotten and they would have the opportunity to truly love one another. ~~~ CELESTIAL PACK Alpha Nathan emerged from the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. He noticed there was a book on his table as he was putting on his lotion. "What is that book doing there?" He dropped his cream and moved closer to examine the book. His eyes grew wide when he read the book name. “Recording book? So alluring.." he said, delighted that the maid had brought the book to him. "It must have been difficult, but she gave it her all. I just pity your soul,” he muttered, still going through the book.

Had he sought to protect me or, perhaps, to protect the world fromme? The soft sound of footsteps made me look up, and I saw Nathan at the entrance, watching me with a mixture of concern and understanding. “Couldn't sleep?” he asked softly, stepping into the room, the candlelight illuminating the sharp planes of his face. I gave a half-smile, shaking my head. “I thought I might find some answers here. But it’s just riddles and stories. And dust.” He approached, his fingers tracing the spine of a book. “Sometimes riddles and stories hold more truth than we give them credit for.”

"Your sister has someone with her, so I came up here to be with you." "I don't need you to accompany me, Mommy. You're already tired from working hard all day," Nathaniel said thoughtfully. Yuna kissed his cheek. "Where'd you get the book you're reading?" "Uncle Cedric found it for me. It's good. Do you want to join me, Mommy?" Yuna took a closer look and was rendered speechless. The book was about program coding analysis, and it was complex. "Do you understand what you're reading, Nathaniel?"

I'm not promising that though 😅. AN: I want you guys thoughts on this question, *sigh*. I'm conflicted, very conflicted on how to describe Nathaniel's character because in my book where I've written the manuscript of this book although, it's a very short story with maybe 28 chapters. I described Nathaniel as a dark lover in my written manuscript but with you guys now, I'm having second thoughts of changing him to cheesy, lovesick guy yet possessive though I've already changed him to that.

“Nathan... look at this.” Nathan stared at the book, and for a moment, it felt as if the blood in his veins stopped flowing. ----

No pressure. This also means Nathan Roldan is probably with you, delivering my letter. I know he's huge-nor-mongus (I declare that an actual word. Notify Webster immediately), but he's harmless. He's a gentle giant, honest to God. Without him, I might not have gotten through this adventure. You're safe with him. I have no idea what circumstances caused my death, but don't dwell on them, and instruct Nate not to, as well. They don't matter.

He had already forgotten the name of the niece and her boyfriend, and thus decided to omit the names rather than mentioning a random name and ended up getting it wrong. Reed chuckled. “Oh, dear. I suppose they are all quite busy with the drama Declan has brought to our table.” He placed one hand casually on Nathan’s shoulder. “Here. Let me tell you which one is which so you could at least know their name.” He turned to Nathan and smirked. “If you are lucky, I might even tell you their darkest secret.” Nathan's heart thumped in his chest. Who was Declan? He had no idea either. But that was not the important point. Was this anything like the drama of those filthy rich families he often watched

‘You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me. The words sent a chill down Roseanne's spine, prompting her to return the book to its place with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What on earth were you possessed with, Nathan?" She knew that she should not judge him too soon. However, she could not control the urge to. She turned to Wuthering Heights, a book placed on the book shelve over his desk. She flipped through its pages while spotting several highlighted quotes. Each quote held a clue to Nathaniel's inner mind. It was a world she sought to unravel in order to understand him.