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I let go of my lingering pain and started embracing this new life. Eventually, I settled in a scenic town called Fairview and opened a small shop. I sold treasures I had found on my travels, along with little crafts full of exotic charm. I named the shop Nomad's Haven. My life became simple yet fulfilling. Every morning, I woke to my alarm, then began my day's work. Just when I thought I had completely left the past behind, fate shifted again. I met Ryan Cole, a traveler from a neighboring country. He had bright eyes, a warm smile, and a sharp sense of humor. We met at an ordinary community gathering, but Ryan stood out. Unlike others, he never pried into my past. He respected my choices and

Gabrielle wasn’t complaining of a backache or any of those other things women talked about as labor’s signs. She was relaxed, cheery and so, so nice! Feeling as vilified as she did, Norah was deeply relieved to be finally treated like a normal person. “Did you get that top at the boutique on the far end of the lake?” Gabrielle asked. “I bought the black and gold one two months ago. They have amazing stuff there, don’t they?” Norah agreed as she set a pot of water to boil. Since the conversation kinda stopped, she mustered up her courage, willing to talk to Gabrielle about something quite private.

Regardless of the consequences, what I have planned must be accomplished. As we approached the end of the road, it became increasingly narrow. It was already dark; this place is quite isolated. Looking at Nora, I saw her watching everything with scrutiny. I also saw a mixture of despair and resignation. The years she spent with me taught her that when I want something, I get it. But now more than ever, I will not let anything get in my way. I have a plan this time, and nothing will change my direction. From a distance, I was already able to recognize the facade of the home we would live in for some time. When Nora saw it, her eyebrows shot up in surprise. The house is beautiful, and it has e

"What I want to know is how you can think about all these. Your thoughts process, everything," Nora closed her eyes for a few seconds before opening them to reveal her dark green orbs that concealed pure despite. "Because I should know it, obviously. That's what I do. I do computers and logical thinking. I can't say that for most of the men you call your aides." Quentin and Four openly glared at her and she smiled at each of them. Perverted lots. Pretenders. "Nora." Walter's voice was testing. "Yes, darling?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm. ", I already explained what happened. I don't know what else you want me to do."

He wasn’t in the mood for games. The woman tilted her head, an amused smirk forming on her lips. "I thought I made that clear over the phone," she said. Her voice was low but steady, carrying a weight of confidence. "You want Audrey, don’t you?" Frank said nothing, his silence an invitation for her to continue. She took a slow step toward him, her boots clicking softly against the concrete floor. "Well, your situation and mine aren’t so different," she said, her tone measured. "My name’s Nora. I used to work as your uncle’s assistant—until Audrey had me kicked out."

Then silence again. Maya’s ears are ringing. She slides along the wall, trying to orient herself. The room they’re in is large. It's about twenty by thirty, with bookshelves lining two walls, a massive desk in the centre, and leather chairs scattered like islands. She's been here so many times that in daylight she could navigate it quite easily. In darkness, every step is a gamble. Light footsteps circle somewhere near the centre of the room. “You underestimated me,” Nora says, her voice moving. “That was your first mistake. Thinking I’d hide the ledger where you’d expect to find it. Thinking I’d let you walk in here and take it without a fight. You’ve spent years watching David. You never o

“But I thought you deserved the courtesy of a farewell.” I pulled my knees closer to my chest and pressed my back into the wall. Every instinct screamed for Ruby, but the silence inside me was absolute. I’d never felt more alone in my life. Nora crouched slightly, just enough to meet my eye through the bars. “Did you really think no one would notice?” she asked. “That you could sneak your way to the throne like a rat?” “I didn’t—” My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. “Oh, you did,” she said, almost gently. “But I can’t blame you. It was a clever plan. Come in looking soft and fragile. Capture his attention. Hide your little affair until it’s too late.”

he hissed. “Fine,” Aion grumbled. The door opened, and Nora stood there looking hesitant. She was about five foot four, with brown hair, and brown eyes. She wore a simple, grey t-shirt, jeans, and a light, grey hoodie. Her shoes were a beat-up pair of sneakers. “Um. Hi.” Roman rounded the desk. “Hello, Nora. I’m glad that you finally came.” “Thanks…is Winter okay with him?” Nora asked, gesturing in the direction of where Winter and Aion had gone. “He didn’t seem like was too happy about having an extra person here.”

No one else could have slipped through the protective wards without triggering alarms, but Nora had always been the exception not just to the rules of this place, but to every carefully constructed belief I had once held. She stood with her back to me, half-illuminated by the glow of a floating orb light hovering near her shoulder. Books were scattered across the long table in front of her, some open, others sealed with ancient wax and forgotten sigils. Her fingers trembled as she traced the faded ink of a map. Her eyes, when she glanced up at my approach, were sharp, wary, and far too tired. “You’re not supposed to be in here,” she said without preamble, like I was just another problem she

Rosa hissed, her eyes sharp enough to wound. “Yes.” Noah replied firmly. “She does.” Nora took the seat Noah drew out for her with quite grace, offering a polite smile. “Good evening, Ms. Bamford.” “With someone like you present, I don’t see how any evening could be good,” Rosa shot back. “Mother,” Noah warned. “It’s fine,” Nora said calmly, though her fingers curled beneath the table. “Say whatever nonsense you came to say,” Rosa snapped. “I’m busy.”