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Wright's cryptic file names and the surveillance camera I had found at home. Piece by piece, it felt like something much larger—and far more unsettling—was coming together. Some secret, hidden in plain sight, was waiting to be uncovered.

Their attention turned to me instantly, but they seemed more surprised than anything. “I'm sorry,” I said as I rushed to their front door. “Forgive me!” I yelled as I left the small apartment. Instead of going down the hall stairs, I ran up the stairs. I needed to find a place to hide until they gave up on this building. Running up the stairs to the roof, I searched for a place to hide. There weren’t any options on this roof, but I noticed another rooftop with a few hiding options. Dashing across the roof to the edge, I smiled when I saw there wasn’t much of a gap. Having been a cheerleader for most of my life, I retreated to the center of the roof. With a goal in mind, I ran as fast as I co

Julian stepped inside. The room was lined wall to wall with walnut bookshelves, rows upon rows of leather-bound volumes, identical in size and finish, arranged with almost obsessive precision from top to bottom, left to right. He had a study at home with a similar look—but not because he cared about first editions or loved reading. It was camouflage. Behind those shelves was a hidden space, a place he used to stay out of his stepmother Serena’s line of sight. Not that it mattered anymore. She was already under investigation for money laundering and leaking company secrets. Prison was only a matter of time. She hadn’t been a threat to him for a long while.

he added, emphasizing the risks involved. “I know,” she snapped, ending the call abruptly. Her eyes glowing with a mixture of determination and mischief. A little dose of this every day would do the trick. She moved some of it into a small vial, she held it up. Now, she needed the perfect hiding spot for the rest of it. Moving to the bookshelf, amidst the numerous books, there was something else that wasn’t quite a book. She carefully placed the substance inside the hidden space. Satisfied with her concealment, she turned to leave, a devious smile playing on her lips.

Elsewhere – Clarissa’s Hidden Estate Clarissa watched Ethan and Nathan’s press conference replay again. “You’re going to try to be heroes,” she murmured. “But even heroes fall.” She tapped her keyboard again, this time opening a second folder. “Ethan: Mother | Institutional Records | Buried Files” Her lips curled. “Let’s see how strong love really is when I bring back everything he thought he’d escaped.”

He held me close, and soon I drifted off to sleep. I woke up, and Adam wasn't in the room. He must have snuck out early in the morning and did not want to wake me up, which was understandable. I was very tired, and he must have sensed it before we went to bed. I got ready for the day and looked for a private place to hide the books Tim brought me. People rarely read, so I doubted if anyone would be browsing through the books. The best way to hide them was in plain sight, along with the novels I had been reading on my shelf. If I put them somewhere special, someone would know that they contained something important to me.

After a brief scolding from my teacher, I was sent to assist the librarian. The library was a sanctuary of towering shelves and soft whispers, its grandeur unexpectedly breathtaking. The scent of aged books and polished wood wrapped around me like a comforting cloak. Wandering through the aisles, I stumbled upon a dimly lit corner that exuded an eerie presence. A single book stood out—its cover blank and edges charred. Curious, I picked it up. "Weird," I muttered, flipping through its brittle pages. My blood ran cold when I saw my name inscribed on the last page.

Moonlight being our only source of light as we meandered around the mount. The hill was tucked away behind the lofty trees, on the other side of the woods. I looked around but failed to catch any living soul dwelling on it, be it humans or animals. I could bet not many people knew about this place. It was a hidden gem. I wondered how he found out about his place. I glanced up at him. His broad back was facing me as he guided me upward. Our hands were clasped tight. Even if I let go I knew I won't fall because he was holding me tight. His callous hand was enveloping mine in an unyielding grip. He was ahead so that any harm befall him before touching me. He is.....damn! he is hot. "Be careful.

"You know where to find me. Don't stay in the human world for too long, or you will wear yourself out." With that, Thail disappears into the book, and I watch it close right after he has left me alone. The cover image stares back at me, and I pick up the book with a heavy heart. "I better hide this, so no one else finds it..." I tuck the bed underneath my pillow. It's a dumb hiding place, but if my sisters enter my room, it's only to steal clothes from me. They wouldn't steal a romance book with monsters in it. "Talia?" my granny shouts from downstairs. "Are you coming down for dinner or not?! It's ready!"

Neither of the two gave way to their true feelings for the other, just for Serafina's sake. And speaking of Serafina... "Give..." Alessio stammered out with a shaky breath, recalling that he had the Regnante hidden away in his bedroom, and given her nature, she had just heard everything. "Give me a moment," Standing up from his place, he walked to his room and cursed under his breath to see the door ajar. Pushing it open, his heart ached in his chest to see his window thrown open as he gritted his teeth.