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But then, behind a stack of boxes, I found something. A small lockbox. I pulled it out and tried to open it but It was locked. But there, taped beneath it, was a tiny key. My heart skipped. I opened it. Inside were letters…A dozen of them. All written to me. From Liam. But they were never delivered. Each one started with “Dear Alira…” Each one sounded more desperate than the last. The last one broke me. “If you walk away now, I’ll let you. But I hope you know I never stopped waiting… I’ll always wait…Even if you forget even if you come back as someone else.”

*** Joseph I walked in to the airport as I typed away in my phone. There is much workload waiting for me. I am going to New York. I do not think with my sudden dissapeared , was much related to the broken relationship. Nonetheless , I am still in love with Madalynne. Joseph

Thank you all for choosing my book to read and for reading it to the end. I really appreciate the time spent reading this book and also every single single gift and coin that were giving. It means more to me than I can express. {If you love IT'S TOO LATE NOW and you would love to read another book of mine. You can check out DIVORCE: DEAR EX IT'S YOUR LOSS} These are few chapters I decided to post, I hope you all enjoy the story.

Ethan glanced at me, then turned away with even more impatience. I did not care about that. I bit down on the pain and tried to pull the packet away from under Charlotte’s heel. Charlotte gave me a mocking smile and whispered, “Your heart must hurt so much you nearly died, right? Ha! There’s worse pain yet to come!” The long tablecloth hid her sharp heel. Charlotte’s eyes went cold. She lifted her foot and kicked my outstretched arm. The heavy heel hit my skin with a dull sound. I felt numb and could not even make a sound.

The apartment was small—barely the size of my bedroom. Millie's possessions were sparse and simple, completely incomparable to the vast wardrobes of clothes Eliza owned. On the desk lay a notebook—her diary. My hand paused. I hesitated, then slowly opened it. "They are together. Even though he says it's temporary, even though he says he won't love her, just thinking about their daily intimacy makes my heart hurt so much I can barely breathe..." "She's pregnant. When he told me, his eyes were shining, but he didn't see my tears fall."

"And I read. Used to." He smiled, a genuine, warm light. "What do you read?" "Stories about places far away," I admitted. "Places where the police are not owned by the rich." He laughed outright at that, and the sound felt good, real. For a few fragile minutes, we weren't a spy and her handler, not an heir and his maid. We were just two people, sharing the quiet of the night, separated by a thin, shimmering barrier of water and wealth. He stood up and walked the few steps over to my lounger. He didn't speak. He simply reached out and took my hand, pulling me to my feet.

Chapter 21: The Global Release The internet never stops and by 8:00 AM the morning people were going crazy in the comments under Chapter Twenty. Avery was sitting on the patio of her house in the country and the cool morning air was blowing through the pages of her notebook as she scrolled through all the messages on her phone. Thousands of readers on GoodNovel and NovelSnack were totally losing it over the twist about the grandfather's hidden key.

" I stared at the post for an entire night. Then, as the sun began to rise, I let out my first genuine laugh in 15 years. I laughed like a maniac, tears streaming freely down my face. I hadn't cried since the night Mom drove me away. Over the past 15 years, countless friends and relatives had scorned me for being a spineless ingrate after severing ties with me. They'd cursed me for overlooking Dad's death for the sake of a woman, but I didn't care what they thought.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy my latest novel. This is a story of love and betrayal. I warn you now, it doesn't contain explicit sex scenes. My spelling is NZ spelling, so you will find words spelt differently (s instead of z, u in words like colour). 🌿 Layla's Point of View Happiness, I thought, was what stayed when the noise left. Not fireworks, but settling. Not applause, but the hum that follows when the dishes are done. The kind of quiet that keeps a house stitched together.

I had finished the book I was reading, organized my closet twice, and I was going crazy. All I wanted was to run to the pack library and grab a new book. It was a five-minute walk, just ten minutes tops if I walked slowly. Shane was dealing with some pack issue that Asher had called him for, I didn't want to wait till he came, besides there was no use bothering him for something so small. I could rush there and back before anyone even noticed I was gone. So I slipped out of the room quietly, checking the hallway to make sure it was empty. The library wasn't far, it was just down two corridors and around a corner. I would be fine.