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“Sitting and reading all day drains you in a different way. It builds up quietly. By the end, your head just feels… heavy.” She gave a small shrug, like she had already gone through it too many times to be surprised by it anymore. She wasn’t wrong. I let out a low groan. “I thought I was supposed to be good at this kind of thing…” We had spent the whole day going through Medina’s books. On the surface, they looked normal—words I could read just fine. But once you tried to make sense of them together, it was like chasing smoke. Nothing stayed still long enough to understand.

"An heir to a multi-billion empire with a nobody, now that's scandalous." "You have quite an imagination, Chad. Maybe you use it and stop being a gold digger." I beckon. "Maybe I will." The way he says it, makes me shudder. He gives me one last stare before leaving. My Audi is seated on the parking lock I unlock it and get comfortable behind the wheel. I had missed it. I smile at myself victoriously, I was able to go through with step one of my plan. I now hope the book, 'How to make him yours' I bought on A****n works.

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And as another ordinary day drew to a close beneath a sky full of endless possibilities— Ama stepped forward without hesitation. Ready for tomorrow. Ready for whatever came next. End of Book One.

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

I licked her shell, making her exhale sharply, and looked at her eyes as I said, “Come on, pretty girl, you don’t want to miss out, do you?” “Pretty girl?” “Yes, you’re a pretty girl with a cute girl-next-door blush on your cheeks. Let me ask again,” I repeated and said with a small smirk, “You don’t want your pretty cunt to miss out on me, do you?” You can know more about my book and bonus content through mahimistry d o t c o m <3 I G : authormahimistry

His eyes immediately dropped to my chest, then slowly traveled down my body. “You came back,” he said with that lazy, arrogant smirk. “I thought you might quit after yesterday.” “I need the money,” I said flatly, stepping inside. “Let’s just get to work.” We went to the study room. I sat across from him at the table and opened the textbook. Today I had chosen a white button-up blouse that was a little tighter than usual and a pencil skirt that hugged my hips. “Today we’re covering the main themes in Chapter Five,” I said, trying to sound professional. “I want you to read the first two pages out loud and then summarize them.”

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

“Get me a copy.” Hawthorne blinked once. “Sir?” “The book.” “You have several rescheduled meetings and—” I slowly turned my chair toward the laptop screen again where everyone immediately looked terrified all over again. “Meeting’s over,” I said coldly. “Your ideas are basic and dry.” One of them tried speaking. “Mr Cantrell perhaps if we could—” The call ended because I closed the damned thing myself. Then I looked back at Hawthorne. “Get me the damned book.”

I nod my head in understanding and place my hand over his arm. He looks down at my hand and smiles and asks, “What did you take to read?” I push my book over to him and he sees it and starts shaking his head in approval. From that we started talking about random stuff from old schools to global warming. My eyes started feeling so heavy and slowly I placed my head on the table on my hands and shook my head to something he was telling. I even forgot what we are talking about; all I know is that so far I am enjoying my first day.