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Chapter Thirty One: Rosa’s POV The scent of gasoline and dust reminds me of this city, not just the beauty, but the way I was treated badly. Now, they will regret their actions. They will see how wealthier, more powerful the wife of Donald Ronald, CEO of Hilly's company. The billionaire herself is. I was stepping back into my past with power. “Aha hah!” I chuckled, the sound echoed. My bodyguards glanced at me with surprise. I could tell they were wondering why I laughed.

I grabbed my phone, stupidly, like it would have the answers. I typed it. How to bring people with higher status down. A bunch of articles came up. Blogs. Forums. Videos. I kept scrolling. Then one headline caught my eye: “Get Close, Stay Quiet, Then Strike: Taking Power Back From the Top.” I clicked. And I read. It said: Move close to them. Become what they trust. Make them feel safe around you. Then take everything they’ve got. Burn it from the inside out. An eye for an eye.

VALERIA After the meeting had ended, the office felt quieter. Those men had left satisfied. Their shipment would move through my ports in three days. Another clean business deal on paper. Another dirty one in reality. I closed the files on my desk and leaned back in my chair. Some people believed that power came only from violence. That’s where they all got it wrong. It didn’t come from violence. Power came from systems. From networks, from making illegal things look perfectly legal.

I gaped. He shrugged. "For the record, I have read forty eight laws of powers. And other non fiction books. I got tired, picked up a romance book while I was in Manhattan and it turned out pretty okay. Some of the characters are jerks, the women are bird brained, but at least they love each other." "That is so sweet and terrifying at the same time," I cooed, giving him a hug. I nuzzled my face deeper into his chest, loving his after shower smell.

I adjusted my position immediately—back straight, hands folded neatly in my lap, gaze fixed on the mountain of papers with determination. He stood behind me for a moment, hands resting on the back of my chair, leaning over so his chest was near my shoulder. His breath was warm against my neck as he pointed to the first thick binder. “First rule of power,” he whispered, his voice sending deep vibrations through my bones. “Never let them see you doubt yourself. Even when you are terrified. Even when you do not know the answer. Even when you feel completely out of your depth. You act like you know everything. You act as if you belong. You act like you own the room, the building, the city… and e

How wonderful he has these. But i wonder if he's watering them accurately? Or just a display here, useful until death. Meh. My feet led me next to his shelf, there are many books there, the sections were full. Oh i remember he's a man who believes in the credibility of a book, especially if it is written in a style that suits his taste. The law stuff, firm management, social studies, sales tax and any other business-related concepts. "I wonder..." I took out a single book in a hardbound, it has gold letterings in its cover that says the title: A Wise Tycoon.

The expansive floor-to-ceiling windows allowed natural light to flood the space, providing breathtaking views of the city skyline. Approaching Karious' desk, I noticed its uncluttered surface, save for a few carefully placed items—a personalized nameplate and an exquisite pen set. Behind the desk, an impressive collection of books lined the bookshelves, spanning various genres such as leadership, business strategy, history, art, and philosophy. I couldn't resist pulling out a book titled, "The Strategy Paradox: Why Committing to Success Leads to Failure (and What to Do About It)" by Michael E. Raynor.

That counts for something, right? My name is Annalise McDermott. And for the record, I am a nerd. A hopeless romantic. A person who believes in love even when it clearly hates me back. This is my playbook, a chronicle of terrible timing, questionable decisions, and the kind of love that shows up when you least expect it, usually right after you've sworn you’re never falling in love again. So here is a little friendly advice: do not follow my advice. At least not until the very end.

He simply nods, gets up a few minutes later, and quietly leaves. After he's gone, I put away the leftovers and the plates. I take the welcome gifts — the fruit basket, the small bottle of wine Shawn brought earlier, and a white box I haven't opened yet — and place them inside my wardrobe. Then I change into my nightwear, slip into my robe, and sit by the window. I open my all-time favorite book, 48 Laws of Power, and begin to read. Midway through a chapter, I remember—I was supposed to place a call. I get up, walk to my handbag, and retrieve the card Shawn gave me.