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It was the sound of Rain. ​Real, cold, rhythmic rain hitting a tin roof. ​Nora opened her eyes. She wasn't wearing velvet. She was wearing a worn-out, oversized sweatshirt. She wasn't in a Hamptons estate. She was in a small, cramped apartment filled with the smell of cheap coffee and old books. ​She sat at a wooden desk. On the desk was a laptop, its screen glowing in the dim light. ​[300,452 WORDS. STATUS: COMPLETE.]

I read the first line and set it back down, I left the food untouched, I crossed to the bar instead. I poured myself a glass of whiskey, it burned less than it usually did. I carried the glass toward the window, outside, the sky beyond the grounds had started to turn gold. The fountain near the gardens reflected the last of the sunlight. I rested one hand against the glass. I knew Nora had spent five years in London. I knew she had returned with Beaumont under her control. I knew she had taken Andrade before I realized she was even bidding. I knew Alexander Ashton had met her when she was carrying twins.

Nora’s POV “Do not move. Do not make a sound.” Marcus Hale’s voice stayed low and absolute against the back of my neck. His cock remained buried to the hilt inside me. My palms stayed flat on the polished conference table. The master key had already turned. The door handle began to move. City lights still glittered through the glass walls, throwing our joined reflection across every dark panel. I was Nora Blake, twenty-seven, the associate who had spent two nights learning exactly how little control she still owned on this floor. The thin fabric of my skirt sat bunched around my waist. My bare cunt clenched once around him in pure fear and he answered with a single warning press of his finge

"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."

And that alone made her worth keeping an eye on. Especially since I had a feeling things were only starting to heat up. The second I closed the book, I knew I wasn’t going to find anything in its pages. Theory was good, sure, but instinct always trumped it when it came to people. And Nora Carver was not a concept to be parsed and dissected. She was a spark that needed striking, and I wanted to be close enough when it happened. I slid the book into my satchel and stood, not in a rush but with purpose. Most people didn’t pay attention to who roamed where, but I did. Especially the girls who pretended not to hang on my every word.

The man was already trembling, trying to talk his way out of whatever fate awaited him. Nora leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. She did not announce her presence immediately. She watched silently what he was going to do with the man next. Finally, she spoke. “Want a hand, Robert?” He glanced over his shoulder, meeting her gaze. His expression did not change, but she caught the flicker of an emotion. “You should not have followed me here.” “Well, here I am now,” she replied, stepping closer. “And curiosity kills cats.”

NARRATOR In a gorgeous private restaurant with an incredible view of the city, two people were having lunch at an elegant table for two as they chatted mainly about business. Opposite Rock was a glamorous looking woman, who seemed to be in her early forties. She was no other person but Nora Jones. She was a famous renowned actress and the CEO of Nora cosmetics. She was also the author of Hidden Secrets; The Heart of Man. This is a book that was as widely known as its author.

She only needed to find out quietly. “The layering at the bottom is very detailed,” Nora said. “You really are talented, Kate.” “Thank you.” Kate sounded pleased to receive the compliment. Nora smiled faintly. “For some reason, it reminded me of some of Valentina Moreau’s work.” Kate immediately nodded. “I like her designs too. Valentina is indeed one of the designers who inspires me greatly.” Nora held back a smile. The moment that name was mentioned, she knew she had an opportunity to dig deeper without making Kate feel as though she were being questioned.

Instead, she was about to discover that everything she thought she knew about herself was a lie. And somewhere in Chicago, Detective Nora Roberts was getting closer to the truth that would either set Luna free or destroy everything she'd found with Grayson Vaughn.

"You must be Diane's daughter." "Yes. Nora." "Lovely to meet you. She looks just like her mother." She studied me for a second too long, the way older women sometimes did when they were quietly deciding something about you. Rosalind smiled, "Nora is a smart young lady. She works for one of the leading construction companies here." I gave a nervous laugh. The other woman's eyes widened. "Actually, if you're ever free, I'd love to introduce you to my nephew. Charming boy, very driven."