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The house was so old there were a plethora of rooms that had just been boarded up and built around, some long forgotten and covered in dust. Around noon Madame James found them giggling, covered in dust in a cupboard that, when the fourth shelf was lifted, revealed a door to a tiny room filled with incredibly inappropriate books. “Girls, Michael and I have to go to the election. Our absence would be missed. Nyla, no matter what, do not leave this house. Understand?” All three nodded. “Have fun tonight. If you need anything, just ask.” Sarah and Breanne watched Madame James sweep down the hall, awed by their hostess. “There’s just something about her…” breathed Breanne.

Madie continued to scan through the papers, finally getting to the photographs so she could look at pictures instead of words. After a photo or two, the light smile on her face disappeared as she registered what was in the photo. Some were black and white, some were colored. Some were places, some were people. Some had Mother Superior in it. Her heartbeat became quick without her knowledge, eyes focusing on flicking the photographs one after the other. She wondered why looking through it made her nervous. Maybe because she was starving, and the tummy monster was getting to her? Or maybe there was this tug at her head that told her she knew this place. Knew this people.

"I can never do that! I don't think it's gonna work out. Just then, their madam walk in as everybody stood up. "I'm sure within a month, week, days, hours, minute and second both old and new slut are it's good now at the business? Their madam Utter as everybody murmur a yes reply to her. "Good to hear that! What of you... Kara?" Her madam ask pointing at her as everybody eyes rotate at her. "Yes! I think I've learnt the basic step of the business. She utter beaming a smile. " Are you really certain about that?

Muse Club, a top-tier playground for the wealthy, had been rented out for the night. Sensual lights flickered, and DJ music blared deafeningly. Lucia wore a bachelorette queen's sash and stood in the center of the dance floor, dancing passionately and soaking up the cheers and adoration. "Let's toast to the future Madre!" "The Principessa is so lucky. That Underboss is the most untouchable man in this city, and you still landed him!"

I tried to explain the mating ceremony to her, but Madam Kaelene didn’t even let me finish. “You don’t have to say anything. I’ve been informed already,” she said, walking out of the room for a moment. When she came back, my jaw nearly dropped. She was carrying so many books stacked in her hands I almost fainted at the sight. I knew I had no choice but to read. Madam Kaelene wasn’t the type you could bargain with. She already had the books lined up like soldiers, and her sharp eyes made it clear there was no escape.

she whispered. Liam leaned closer, “Could you tell me what the first two wishes you made? You can keep the third one a secret.” “My first wish was for my mother to be healthy.” She smiled faintly, “The second wish…” She glanced at the box of presents on the table. There was a handmade mug decorated with sunflower patterns, all kinds of little gadgets she could use at work, a massager, and more… Suddenly, a small, inconspicuous-looking box made of wood set in the corner of the table caught her attention.

“Ma’am? Mrs. Gray...what’s wrong?” Marcie didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her throat was too tight while her lungs were refusing to draw in enough air. Her hands trembled around the box of cookies, the ribbon cutting into her fingers as if it were mocking her. She had come here to apologize. To smooth over something small. To bring sweetness into his day. How stupid. How unbearably stupid. The hallway blurred as she walked faster, almost running. Her heels clicked too loudly against the carpet. Behind her, she could hear the receptionist’s hurried footsteps, and the anxious softness in her voice.

“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

Katarina POV - Inside the Bookstore "Kat, you've been staring at that same page for twenty minutes." Selena's voice barely registered. I was lost somewhere else. The bookstore was quiet. Madame had left hours ago, leaving just me and Selena to close up for the night. I sat behind the counter with a book open in my lap—one of those dark, filthy romance novels we kept hidden in the back section. The kind with a half-naked man on the cover that would get us fired if Madame caught us reading them.

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