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Atlantic High. A school for dickheads and whores. Only a few of those rich kids didn't have a screw or two loose from their heads. The rest were full of themselves and knowing that I was in a country like Nigeria, where they could even burn off a gay person, I had kept my secret from everyone.

He glances in my direction," Do you know who said that?" "Easy," I smirked," Chinua Achebe. He wrote that in 'No Longer at Ease'," I stated feeling proud at recalling the book our mother had given me and coerced me to read. I had been apprehensive about it since I wasn't much of a reader like Tim. However, that never deterred my mother from ensuring every once in a while I read some piece of literature, her excuse being," If you educate a man you educate an individual, but if you educate a woman you educate a nation," a statement I learned later on was said by Dr. Kwegyir-Aggrey.

This is a first draft of this book. It hasn't been properly editad or prufrid yet so expect typos. Though I'll try to keep them to the minimum♡ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 0 1 The collision I HATED Colorado. It was mainly because the people here made me feel weird. You couldn't walk down the street without receiving stares from those around. They made me feel like they recognized me, and I didn't want to be recognized.

MIA’S POV When Mia hears the sound of the shower running, she finally gets up from her bed and thuds toward the kitchen to make some breakfast. Last night, she was not able to sleep a wink without feeling ashamed. Ava’s words have kept echoing in her brain making her feel worse about herself. Even though Roman has told her not to take her words seriously, she knows she was just spitting facts. Whatever the history between the two, it was not of her concern. She is leaving anyway. Between the hidden handgun and the crazy girl best friend, she decides it is better not to get entangled in their affairs.

What was I? I wasn't meant to feel this way. I wasn't meant to fall for a man such as him. A killer. A man who issued ultimatums and dealt in death. But I had. God help me, I had. And worse? I didn't regret it. I was sitting in the library that night at a table pretending to read a book I couldn't concentrate on. The place smelled like sandalwood and expensive bourbon, and my chest ached in that way it always did when I thought about what I’d left behind.

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

author's yap: I am sorry I have been a bit inconsistent, I'm dealing with a lot and barely have time to write even though I'm technically not writing but speaking. but, thank you all for giving this book a chance.

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It was all just lies and deceit! Mike listened and shook his head. "You'd believe anything someone else says, but when it comes to her, you refuse to believe a single word. You’re a fool." Then, glancing up at the sky, he muttered, "And giving everything for someone like you? That’s even more foolish." I opened my mouth, but no words came out. He wasn’t wrong. Three days ago, I had vanished because of William’s hatred for me. It was Mike's unwavering concern for his patients that brought me back.