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The connected call only carried the sounds of Jaime Walter and Derek Surrey’s pleasure. She did not seem to hear what I said. After an impatient click of her tongue, she hung up. I lowered my arms and stared at my mother’s decomposed body. My strength felt completely drained. Derek then sent me a series of messages. When I opened them, I saw videos of the two of them having sex that night. Their intimate sounds filled the room. Derek smiled in the video and asked Jaime, “You really are not giving him the miracle drug?”

“I’m here for a contract job your agency listed." Cain stepped in closer, invading her personal space and towering over her. ‎"Is this a joke?" His voice cracked. He glanced around the room as if expecting to find hidden cameras. "Who sent you? Was it Lydia? How much did it cost to make you look like a dead woman?" "I don't know what you’re talking about," Nora’s voice trembled. She took another step back, accidentally bumping into the door. "Please, you're scaring me."

, she replied. The woman, apparently unfazed by Mr. Samuels's demeanor, extended her hand towards me with a gracious smile. "And who might this be?" she inquired, her gaze lingering on me with a hint of curiosity. I offered a polite smile in return, though I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled over me in Nora's presence. "I'm Sara," I replied evenly, careful to maintain a neutral expression. "Pleased to meet you." Nora's smile widened at my response, though there was a calculating glint in her eyes that didn't escape my notice. "Sara, how lovely," she remarked, her tone dripping with faux sweetness. "I'm Nora Roberts, a friend of Zack's."

He placed one more kiss on my lips before walking out with Ronan, their steps urgent and precise. I turned around and saw Nora smiling at something Rosella was showing her on her phone. Great. She was starting to take away my best friend too. “What’s so funny?” I asked, going back to sit on the barstools near the kitchen counter. “Uhnm, I was just showing Nora this thread about this thriller show,” she said, and I felt a small sense of power at the way she stuttered answering me. Nora loved thrillers. It was half the reason she had such an interestingly violent nature.

If she’d walked in wearing one of her soft, easy-flowing dresses, Rosa Bamford might’ve asked security to escort her out before she could even introduce herself. Still, even in tailored slacks and a sleek blouse, Nora felt like a child walking into the principal’s office. “Good day, ma'am,” she said, with a composed smile. “You asked to see me?” The answer came instantly… cold, flat, and uninterested. “Yes,” Rosa’s chin lifted only barely. “Nora, is it?” “Yes, ma'am.” Only then did Rosa look up fully, her sharp eyes sweeping over Nora from head to toe. Her gaze paused on the modest necklace resting above Nora’s collarbone, then dropped to her folded hands, then back to her face.

“Time for you to study now, little T-Rex.” Reno raised his arms, “Rawrrr!” Rebecca laughed softly, picked Reno up, and carried him to his room to help him study. Meanwhile, back in the same hotel room she had been staying in since yesterday, Nora looked more disheveled than ever. Her hair was a mess, her eyes puffy, and her face weary. She stood by the window, peeking out. “Why are the cameras still there? Why are they still waiting?” she muttered in frustration.

Nora was stunned and didn't know what else to do seeing herself in the arms of a handsome man looking deep into her soul, she is a woman and prompt to react to such a romantic movie. He smiled at her and moved closer as she blinked her eyes, "Quiet now, tell me the truth, do you find me handsome? Did I make your heart move a bit?" He knew his trick around ladies. Nora slapped him hard on his face and got herself free from his grip raising her voice, "Don't ever come this close to me, I am not like other ladies, do you think you are handsome? How pathetic, you are not as cute as my friend, okay, and leave my sight."

The lights were too bright, and for a fleeting second, her practiced smile faltered. “Nora,” the interviewer began — a woman with hair so precise it might’ve been carved, and a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s been two years since The Paper House — your third novel, the one that cemented your reputation in psychological thrillers. A runaway hit, optioned for film before it even left the bestseller list. A phenomenal success. Yet… we’re still waiting for book four. Your fans are eager.”

Nora didn’t know her, but the stranger’s gaze went straight to her. “So, you’re the designer. I should have guessed. No wonder someone would dare talk to Lily like that.” Nora arched a brow, but caught the shift in Travis’s expression—storm-dark and sharp. “You said she’s a designer?” Lily froze the moment Yanny Carter spoke, shooting her a warning look. Yanny ignored it. Spotting the man beside Lily, her voice softened. “You didn’t know, Mr. Luther? Nora’s the one who designed the gown for Best Actress Jennifer Tanner.”

She pushed all the books to the floor,kicking away all the rubbish and settling down on the chair, resting her head on the table. “E-excuse me.” A small voice called out by her side. She opened her eyes to see who it was, a cute girl with glasses. She remembered her from her past life. She was one of the people that were nice to her and tried to warn her but she ignored her. Her name was Nora. In the future, she was an excellent script writer who was so popular but she married a bad man who beat her and later she ended up dead with her wrists slit in her bathtub. It was all over the news. She would try as much as she could to protect her in this life.