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He knew Maximus would ruin his plans but that was the right way for him to be fair to his innocent brothers. Maximus was nervous, his mouth trembling to admit his secret. ''This book I found, it came from Dad's bookshelf. When I picked it up I noticed something strange in this book," Max explained. He opened the book and everyone saw nothing written on its pages. Everyone just frowned but they wanted to know about it. ''If you don't see anything in it but I can see and read what's written on every page of it,'' Max said, his siblings did not react, they just kept listening. "So what's your point?" Flynn suddenly spoke, getting bored listening to him. "Can you just be straight to the point,"

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events and places is purely coincidental. Emiliana

"I'm fighting for you. For Alessia. For my mother. To make sure the world he built, the world of secrets and lies and blood, ends with him. I won't get lost, Ethan. Because I have you. You're my compass. You keep me pointing north." I wanted to believe him. But the North Star seemed very faint in the gathering storm he was summoning. A few days later, a package arrived. Not for Lorenzo. For me. Addressed to Mr. Ethan Chase, c/o the security detail. It was a small, square box. No return address. The officers scanned it. Clean. I opened it with Lorenzo watching, his body tense. Inside, nestled in tissue paper, was a book. An old, leather-bound volume. The title, stamped in faded gold, was in G

Ryan Lennox. The name alone sent a forbidden thrill through Sean’s veins. Twenty-two years old, majoring in literature with a sharp, rebellious mind that constantly challenged him. Ryan wasn’t just brilliant—he was dangerously magnetic. Lean but athletic from years on the university swim team, with tousled dark hair that fell into hazel eyes full of mischief, and a mouth that curved into smirks far too knowing for his age. He sat in the front row every lecture, legs spread just enough to draw Sean’s gaze, lips parting around thoughtful (or deliberately provocative) questions.

I will tell you about the story of how my life was turned up side down. How fate decided to toy with me, and treated me like a ragdoll. Tossing me upside down, taking me to my breaking point. Over and over again. This is not a book for the faint hearted. There will be tragic sadness loss of a mate. The gruesome demon slaughtering. The struggle and realization of a vain reality, of what we presumed our life to be. This book will be deep, dark and sensually erotic.

" The words hit Jaxon like a physical blow. The Ledger. A ghost story whispered in the darker corners of the city. A comprehensive account of every illicit deal, every backroom agreement, every betrayal, and every hidden asset tied to their family's rise. It was the blueprint of their entire criminal empire, a document so dangerous it was rumored to have been destroyed decades ago. If an original copy existed and fell into the wrong hands, it wouldn't just topple Dominic; it would ignite a full-blown war that would consume all of Chicago. "The Ledger was a myth," Jaxon finally managed, his voice strained.

I gritted my teeth as I released the broken pencil from my hold, allowing it to roll over on the table until it hit the rug with a muted sound. Elsa glanced up from her book to stare at me. “Did you just snap your pencil in half?” Lucas guffawed. “I guess Elliot is trying out his Hulk skills.” “I don’t blame him,” Houston mumbled. His brown hair was a mess from running his hands through it and his glasses sat askew on the bridge of his nose. “Anything would be better than studying for this damned test.” He punctuated his words by flipping another page of his Business Ethics textbook.

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"Auttie, come here." Sir Bruce calls for me. "Coming!" I yell, quickly putting my book down and running down the stairs to the living room where he is sitting. "What were you up to?" he asks, as I enter the room. "Reading." I reply, making him chuckle. "You and your books." he comments. "It's how I learn." I retort. "Well, did you want to take a break and play a game?" he asks, and I nod my head happily.