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She warily watched the basket, unsure if she should even touch it. She finally calmed herself and walked towards it. The first thing she noticed was her favourite novel from college. Her jaw dropped, only a few people knew about her love for this book. She shakingly opened the first page. Your archived social profile said this is your most favourite book. I hope it has not changed. She dropped the book like it was hot pot. Who would go digging so much? The card! Luna had said there was a card in this. She spotted the card, picked it up and read it. I hope these make you feel more at home. I collected only things that are unique to Xen. ~ Delbert. E. Dalloz

The dark-haired man asked to be sure there was no way to get around this other than through violence. "I haven't started with you, Mr. Antonio. Since you've forgotten, let me jog your memory a little bit. I am that sixteen-year-old girl you found working with the Baroness, and you bought me, took my innocence, and slept with me whenever you wanted, whether I liked it or not. Finally, I ran away." Delia narrated. It was at this point that Fabian remembered her. "Clara, I thought you were—" "Yes, Clara is dead. The woman sitting in front of you is Delia, your nemesis. I won't rest till there's nothing left to pick from you."

And the only man she has never been able to forget. What starts as a safe hideout quickly turns into tension, temptation, and a kind of heat neither of them can control. This story is messy, emotional, spicy, and full of forbidden chemistry. Trust me, Nico and Delilah are bringing trouble. Thank you again for all the support. I can’t wait for you all to meet them. CHAPTER ONE DELILAH POV

Now let's ponder on these things : *What's this novel all about? Sincerely Cassiopeia is about the diary of a girl named Cassiopeia. People call her "The Flower Bud of Veluven" because of her emanating beauty, kindness and [insert all of the good qualities that a female lead could possess only because she is the protagonist]. The whole novel was told in her point of view. Unfortunately, there is only one ending for Valeria: Death. I realized, that I am in a hellish world and I will die eventually. Yeah, death is inevitable but I don't want to die foolishly!

“Liam, come sit and eat with us. We’re just welcoming Dr. Quayle back after she completed her studies abroad.” Liam stared at me, but I pretended not to notice. “No need. My mom is waiting for me outside.” With that, he left in a hurry. “His mother has dementia and keeps wandering off.” “A former CEO is now delivering food. Life really is unpredictable…” “He brought it on himself for cheating on his wife with that mistress of his.” “Stop it! Dr. Quayle is here.” The next time I heard about Bianca was in the news. She had continued pursuing wealthy men and was ultimately strangled to death by someone a wife had hired, who then concealed her body in a freezer. Police later discovered it during

The tea inside barely touched. “Tell Samira I said thank you,” I said, voice steady as steel. “And let her know—I’m not the one breaking.” Delia’s expression twitched for half a second. Then she left. When Jayden was asleep, I stepped out onto the back porch and called Conan. I didn’t trust the walls. “She sent Delia,” I said. “Dressed like peace. Talking like war.” He was quiet. Then, “That means she’s nervous. She’s speeding up. Which means she’s hiding something bigger.”

Delia calls over her shoulder. “Red,” Emma says, laughing, following after her. “Definitely red.” At 7:45, Delia is sitting on her favorite stool at her favorite bar, sipping a glass of Chardonnay that she got from Cliff, her favorite bartender. She’s dressed in a skimpy red dress. Her foot jiggles anxiously, and, noticing it, Delia sighs and forces herself to stop. She has got to calm down, play it cool. She looks longingly at the crispy glass of wine, the condensation gathering on the outside of the glass. She wishes, desperately, that she could chug it for the calm it will give her.

Delia stood closer now, her eyes dark pools, unreadable, unashamed. “Why are you stiffening like a child?” Delia whispered, her voice low, husky, carrying both mockery and allure. “I...” Nadai’s voice cracked, and she coughed to cover it. “This… this isn’t why I came.” Delia smiled, slow and predatory. Droplets of water slid down her collarbone, trailing between the valley of her breasts before clinging to her skin like tiny jewels. “Oh, but it is,” she murmured. “You came to me. You want to destroy Elias, to take away the distraction from Kael’s path. And now…” She tilted her head, her wet hair brushing over her shoulder, “…you’re realizing that alliances are sealed in many ways.”

⸻ LENA The hotel room was unbearably quiet after Christian left. Alone with my thoughts, I picked up the phone and put it down at least a dozen times. Who could I even call? There was no one I trusted to give me an unbiased opinion. My situation was too close to home for my mom or sister. There was always Delia, but she’d been with Tig since she was fourteen and still believed in fairy tale endings. Her reality didn’t include a small child, a manipulative ex, or growing up with a father who forgot her and a mother too broken to leave the house for years.

James walked into his penthouse and headed straight for the reading room where Delilah spent time. Delilah was quietly sitting, reading a book on the balcony. She has no idea about the commotion down there when James humiliated Nicole Schurman on national television. Delilah smiled sweetly at James, who came and approached her. "What are you doing?" James pleasantly asked even though he had seen Delilah holding a book. "I'm reading La Citta di Smeraldo, Mr J," said Delilah. James gave a slightly wider grin and leaned closer to his seat. Then he put one arm on the couch behind her back.