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Cole said at the exact same time. I looked between them, confused by the name. "Who is Maeve Laurent?" I asked. "She is the head of the largest independent oversight committee associated with the university network," Cole explained to me. "Her influence is incredibly powerful. She has enough leverage to completely disrupt the donor networks tied to our family. If she backs us, the board cannot touch your scholarship, Eli." "Can you get a meeting with her?" I asked, turning toward Cain. "I can call her personal assistant today," Cain said, nodding his head. "She owes my side of the family a favor from last semester."

The Ashcroft estate stretched across 150 acres of pristine land. The 25,000-square-foot mansion stood at the center, its architecture framed by marble columns, sweeping terraces, and a grand circular driveway that wound around a towering fountain. Manicured hedges and rose bushes were separated by stone-paved paths that led to the garden. There was also a tennis court, a large pool, and a glass-enclosed conservatory. Whoever designed the place was detail-oriented, making sure nothing was out of place.

If anyone had to call the other master, it could as well be me clinging unto this mysterious guy's feet. He was straight up terrifying with his mouth closed. “You already are.” His fingers brushed my palm and I pulled away, my nostrils flaring up immediately. “Rule two, stay at least five meters away from me.” He raised a brow, his stormy eyes confused. “And don't give me that look.” “But Master.” “There, I'll name you Killan.” Then he beamed.

Chapter 8 #Austin The atmosphere is luxuriant and relaxed, with a piece of slow music playing on the radio Austin sat on the mild pricey cushion with his legs crossed and sipped from his liquor The internet is bumbled up, but it's just for the moment, he has ordered Becky and Xander to take care of the internet All it will take to clear the video from the internet is cash, and he has a lot of it's He isn't concerned about what the people of Mexico City says

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Every orientation for the new students carried the same thread, preparation for the auction. The word carried weight. It rolled from tongue to tongue with ease, but no one seemed willing to explain it outright. Bryce heard fragments: a test, a display, a tradition, and all the four masters and their council members were attending. This was part of the aunction news that scared the hell out of bryce. All masters were attending? Does that mean Master Derick would be present? But the news was always vague, leaving Bryce with a heavy sprit. Even Khalifa wouldn't tell what that day meant. He kept his questions to himself then, but the uncertainty ate at him in the quiet moments.

And Fantasy was His masterpiece. Invitation-only and wrapped in secrecy, the club existed beneath layers of silence and reputation. No websites advertised it openly. No public guest lists existed. Access came only through whispered recommendations, careful vetting, and the rare blessing of an invitation personally approved by The Master Himself. Inside, however, Fantasy became something entirely different from its modest exterior. It breathed.

Using the money from our shared marital account to pay for his mistress's expenses? My fingers felt numb as I continued scrolling through Felicity's social media account. Three years ago, she had uploaded a post when Henry first brought it up to me that he wanted to sponsor a student. "I got to know a stupid, old man. He's bald, and his breath stinks, but he gives me a lot of money. I only have to praise him a little, and he'll buy me everything that I want. I feel such a sense of achievement for training an old dog like him."

"That hunk doesn't look like he's into inexperienced college girls" "you're right. There are always pictures of him with different models on the internet and even magazines". That had my eyes popping. "Wait...you know him?". She gave me a look of *are you kidding me right now*. But I only stared back at her like a dumb little girl. "that's Damon Graves. Dude is a freaking billionaire. He's the CEO of Voxel Enterprises". She clarified. " oh". That was all I could say. Between, his name gave me the chills. I mean, who on earth answers "Graves"?

Mansterville Part 1 ~Waverly~ It was around the end of October when the convoy of moving trucks rolled up in front of the gated old mansion that sat just across the road from us. I had heard them coming down the private drive, gears grinding & shifting. I was actually very impressed they had managed to maneuver the huge 18 wheelers down the winding narrowed pig trail. I stopped halfway up the stairs rushing back down to the sitting room as fast as I could.