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CHAPTER 15 I didn’t intend to sleep with the IT guy. Really. As you should probably have figured out by now, your stereotypical IT guy is not my type of man. But . . . well . . . let’s put it this way. When you wake up at eight on a rainy morning and answer the door—wearing little more than a silk bathrobe, mind you—to find a man who bears a striking resemblance to Mister What’s David Brennan waiting outside your door to ‘come into your apartment and look for espionage devices,’ certain things are just going to happen.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

Why is my issue appears very normal inside this bookstore? 5 novel books for teens caught my attention. The one is a little tragedy. It's Story Title was “I'll Protect You” written by Lawliet “It was five years ago when Andrew's friends and his boyfriend died. All of them were said to be killed by his best friend, Allen. The tragedy almost caused him to take his own life. After two years, Andrew was able to get back on his feet and tried to live as normal as possible. It was then when he met Karl. For Karl, Andrew was his sun no matter what his past is. Andrew was the person who changed him, a person he had promised he wouldn't leave. For they thought they could finally be happy, a person fr

His wife…? He remembers he was having a fight with his wife and she runs away. He remembers going after her but then he cannot remember anything. He realizes that he lost consciousness somehow and he is alone in the cottage now and his wife is nowhere around. The rainfall has stopped by now. He tries to go look for her to see if she has returned. He suddenly remembers there was blood in his head. He touches his head to see if he is still bleeding. He finds out that he is not bleeding at all. Surprisingly, all the blood is gone. He thinks maybe she has returned. Just when he is about to leave the room, he finds a diary. He did not see this diary last day. Where did it come from? The diary loo

And chaos is just fear wearing a different mask. --- The mail comes at noon. Bills. A catalog. A letter from Mireille — she and Hana are traveling through Italy, eating pasta, arguing about directions. She sounds happy. The kind of happiness that comes from choosing something instead of running from it. There's also a package. Brown paper, no return address. I open it on the porch. Inside, a book. A memoir. The cover is simple — a photograph of the Seine at dawn, gray and gold and beautiful. The title: The CEO Already Knew.

"Go." He stands. His legs are unsteady. He has to brace himself against the wall to keep from falling. For a moment, he just looks at me—this broken, bleeding, burning woman in the corner of a dungeon cell. His face is a mask of grief and guilt and something that looks like love. Then he turns. He walks to the door. He doesn't look back. The door closes. The lock turns. And I am alone with the fire and the darkness and the terrible, burning knowledge that the man who saved my life as a child just poisoned me to save his own.

Behind me, Rome stayed near the entrance, watching quietly. “Do you like this one?” he suddenly asked. I turned slightly. He was pointing toward a specific book resting on one of the nearby shelves. I stepped closer and pulled it out carefully. My eyes widened slightly when I read the title. It was a novel written by Sun the Morning. A love story about the moon and the sun. A quiet memory surfaced inside my mind. I had read this before in my past life. The story had stayed with me for years because of how bittersweet and beautiful it had been.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.