To Rule the Tsar Alpha's Heart
There’s an old bookshelf pushed against the wall stack with children’s books and a few romance novels for show.
I press the right side of The Dumb girl always hurts first book and the shelf shifts. There was a soft clicking sound followed and it opened.
The air inside the hidden room is cooler, metallic. It was not big, maybe the size of a walk-in closet, but every inch is used. Neat rows of labeled containers sit along the left wall along wigs of every color, length, and texture ranging from innocent blonde bobs to sleek, deadly jet black. Next to them are cases of colored contact lenses and makeup palettes for skin tone changes. My outfits hang on a rail, nurse scrubs, high-end cocktail
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