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Harper managed to lift her hands and hook them around his neck, her voice barely a whisper. "I want… to go with you…" The profound despair and brokenness in her eyes washed over me, a chilling wave crawling up my entire body. I stood frozen, utterly speechless. Adrian tightened his arm around her with a smirk of triumph and turned to leave. "The money has been transferred to your account. I'll address Harper's injury later." I tried to pursue them, but my feet felt cemented to the ground. Regret and heartbreak surged within me, soaking into the fresh wounds of my soul, making me too unsteady to stand.

[Goodbye— [Alex] I folded the letter and stepped onto the balcony. The Geneva wind whipped around me. I let the paper go. Watched it vanish into the sky. Just like our past—gone. Standing there, in a place that once felt foreign, I finally felt free. No more lies. No more betrayal. No more pretending love was anything but empty. Just me. And the life I built. My phone rang. My assistant. "Dr. Ellington, the team's ready. Meeting starts in ten." "I'll be right there." I took a breath, pulled myself together, and headed in.

( Book is currently ongoing and available only on Good novel. 2. Depressed ( love yourself ): A unique book on learning to love oneself and building strong self-esteem... Also a book on Self-discovery. ( Book is still ongoing and is Available on N******t but coming soon to Good novel. ) 3. My True friend: A book about, Two girls who loved and cared for each other to the extent that they were ready to put their lives at risk for the other. ( Book is completed and is available on Good novel, W******l, and Inknitt. )

Sophie. Morning. Hope you survived the gala and Carter’s temper. Sending you some links—audio books and podcasts. Not just Pilates, but history, politics, even Austen. You don’t need paper to learn, Amber. There are other ways. The words doubled and slid. I could read, I always could, but when nerves were bad the letters fought me, mocking. I tapped the text-to-speech icon. The phone’s voice was flat, but at least it didn’t laugh when my brain twisted words. Wellness. Pilates basics. U.S. history. Austen. Relief spread through me so fast I almost laughed.

With the allure of passion clouding judgment, it grapples with the realization that what is perceived as love may in fact be self-serving. Despite all of that, falling in love is paramount in my life. I spent time seeking wealth, knowledge, and learning as much as possible through self-help books. In one book, they say to do the work and make a list. It sounded reasonable, so that's what I did. The list was my guide to knowing first what I need and what I want. This was vital.

“Seriously, though. What are you even looking for?” I picked up a random thick book from the shelf just to shut him up. I didn't even look at the title. Could’ve been a cookbook for all I cared. I held it up and said, “Self-help.” James paused. Then blinked. Then burst out laughing again. This time he slapped the shelf like it was a drum, and I nearly slammed the book into his face. “You need help, alright,” he managed between snorts. “But I don’t think a fucking book is gonna do it, my guy.”

I would look at the problem name Rahul hanging on us later on, lets enjoy the some moments of peace life bestowed me with. 'BEING A GOOD WIFE.' Book in my hand caught my eyeballs. How could I expect anything more better from him? " Mr Selfish. I will see you." I said banging the book on the mattress. Who does wants to know the secrets of being a good wife? What does he think of himself? Does he mean that I am not a good wife and that the reason he wants me to read all this bullshit stuff. I will also gift you a bundle of books titled 'The Million Ways of Using Your Brain' , 'Being a Sensible Husband.', 'The Art of Being Alive', 'Taming the Beast Within You.' ...and some more...Huhh.

This was my last hope. “This is my last hope! This fucking study is…” I would have roared, body trembling and palms sweating when my gaze fell on the bookshelf. “Maybe I'll find a book that will help with my madness after this.” I sighed, giving up. I began to rummage through the covers, hoping for a title that would catch my attention. Shawn seemed to read a lot of books on self-growth and improvement. He also read a few about redemption but when I found one titled: ‘The Weightiness of Guilt’, something about it drew me closer.

Even though I’m avoiding him physically, he’s still creeping into my thoughts all the time. My phone rings, pulling me out of my book. It’s Friday afternoon after school. For the past few days, I’ve been making sure to come home early with one excuse or another so I don’t spend extra time with Cortney and risk running into her brother. I set down the self-help book I picked up on the way home — something about becoming a high-value woman and building secure attachment. I found the recommendation in a TikTok comment section and decided to give it a try. I can still remember the weird look the bookstore owner gave me when I paid for it, like she thought I needed real therapy instead. Still, I’

The fact that we had no idea what we were looking for made things harder than they already were. In his room, I found endless books about self-care, self-love, emotional health, and healing. This is the strangest thing I found about Hickman since I’d taken an interest in his life. How can a man who owns an overflowed set of inspirational books hurt a kid like Bobby? This just doesn’t make sense.