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I quickly wiped it away, shaking my head. “Oh, Aunt Gertrude,” I said, managing a weak laugh. “You were something else.” Just then, however, the door to the archive caught my eye. I felt oddly drawn to it, and set the book back down, making my way over. Nathan and I had uncovered the secret chamber almost by accident, and what lay inside was a testament to generations of history and hidden knowledge. Yet, with every step, the weight of the present concern pressed on me, ensuring my thoughts remained anchored in the urgency of now.

My life was complete and I was happy. The end of book 1, please proceed to book 2 (His Tainted Wife)

“Didn’t I tell you it’s my time to help Isobel? I’m just using my connection as a member of the history club. Regular students are not allowed to go here.” We entered a secret room. Scott was amazed at the pile of books and bookshelves with old books and records. Some books even looked antique enough and probably a nice thing to have as a book collector. Scott scanned the books and happily took one to check. I noticed Scott's wandering hands and immediately scolded him. "Scott, put that down. We’re not here for that."

Anything. Her fingers grasped a small, forgotten journal. She threw it across the room, the pages fluttering like wounded birds. Moments after she threw it, a forgotten memory resurfaced, and her head snapped to where the book landed–just in front of the door. She rushed to pick it up as a fresh wave of memories crashed down upon her. Her fingers slowly grazed over the cover, nostalgia settling in. A small, strained sigh escaped her lips as she tentatively opened the book.

Clarissa's breathing was getting heavier now, her warm breaths falling across my legs. Help! I screamed silently inside my head. Someone, please help me. It felt like my mind had been torn in two. A voice inside me was desperately trying to keep me quiet, completely lost in the pleasure of the moment. Then suddenly, her hand left me. I heard soft rustling sounds. My heart jumped straight into my throat. A second later, something hot and wet wrapped around me. Was that her… My breath caught. Even without seeing it, the warmth and slick sensation sent a shiver through my entire body.

I had to find Silas’s basement office. The Central Library was a fortress of silence, its stone lions standing guard over secrets much older than the Wolfe dynasty. I slipped through the service entrance, my soaked clothes clinging to me like a second skin. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs—whoosh-thump, whoosh-thump—the sound of the heir Eleanor so desperately wanted to control. I found the hidden stairwell behind the "Legal History" archives. The air down here was thick with the scent of dust and old paper. I reached the steel door of Silas’s private vault and stared at the keypad.

“Her best friend disappears, and then she’s given a position women in this place would sell their teeth for? I think there’s something more to it.” Just then, the bell rang, signaling the end of her break. Seren stood up and tucked the book back under his arm. “I should return this before someone decides I’ve stolen a great work of philosophy.” “Is it?” she asked, nodding toward the book. “Mostly long words about trade routes,” he said. “But who knows? Maybe buried in here is someone else’s secret.” She snorted. “If you find any, come tell me.” “I’ll do my best,” he said, and they went their separate ways in opposite directions.

The old university library smelled of aged paper and secrets. It was past eleven when I slipped between the tall shelves in the restricted section, heart racing. No one was supposed to be here this late, but I couldn’t resist. My fingers trembled as I pulled out a worn leather book titled Forbidden Desires of the Victorian Age. The pages held explicit stories that made my cheeks burn and my body ache.

Clara’s POV The weight of the brown envelope in my bag felt like a lead brick. Inside were the investment documents Kiran had handed me—the "bait" for the trap he was setting. My heart hammered against my ribs as I walked toward the bus stop, every shadow on the street looking like one of Mrs. Victoria’s spies. I looked at my hand. The red mark from the tea had faded into a dull ache, but the memory of Kiran’s cold, dark smile stayed fresh in my mind.

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?