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He said in a low voice. “Is that so?” MJ raised an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms. “Listen to me, David Botha. My name is MJ Billings; the richest woman in the world. Those who know me say I’m greater than presidents, and mightier than kings.” Her voice sent shivers up his spine, but David refused to show her that she affected him. “I can get anything I want with just a snap of a finger, and destroy everything by just a wave of the hand.” Her face was hard and there was no trace of an emotion on it. “Men wish they had me, and women wish they were me.”

That night, I knew her body was on the verge of giving in. But that was not how I wanted things to happen. Hell. I don’t even know what I want to happen between us anymore. Katriona was an unexpected twist in this game. I didn’t want to but I found myself suddenly cracking a smile when I read the title of the book she was reading. 101 Ways To Defeat The Northerners. I didn’t know I had such a book hanging inside my house. Had I known, I would have burnt it a long time ago.

I slam my door in response. Once I’m in bed, I finally open the math book. My eyes land again on the first page: Jace Adkins. My finger hovers over the number, but then I slap myself and actually start reading. Turns out, everything’s explained much more clearly in the teacher’s version. Maybe I could get Mason to snag me a copy. I make it through the first 100 pages—enough to grasp the basics of the numbers. Talking about numbers.. The book opens at the first page all by itself. Biting my lip in doubt, I grab my phone and contemplate a lot of things.

More, and more. End of Book 1

*Yo guys! Congratulations if you've made it this far!🥳🎉 I apologize for mass publishing the final parts of the book, but I have exams coming up, and err...I needed to get it off my chest ASAP. Anyway, this part is technically like a trailer for the book II, so it's not going to be singular. It'll be random. So, stay hyped! ********* When I was ten, I drowned in the pool up in my parents penthouse. I was their only child and their heir, so they couldn't leave me for dead. When they performed the ritual that brought me back to life, they suddenly didn't want me alive either.

Suddenly, Andrew vanished, leaving Diana bewildered and panicked. In the darkness, Nirvana's voice cut through, offering guidance amidst the uncertainty. Diana, grasping two glowing ribbons of magic, realized they represented her connection to Andrew and herself. As she followed the ribbons' trail, flashes of scenes revealed Andrew being taken away by sinister dark figures, leaving Diana desperate and vulnerable. “Andrew!” END OF BOOK 1

By the following Monday, *Alessandra: A Memoir* by Aria Ashford Rhodes was number one on every major list. Claire called. "Have you seen the numbers?" "Marcus showed me." "This is extraordinary. The pre-order numbers were strong but this is beyond projections." "Is it?" "Aria. Number one. First week. By an enormous margin." I sat in the nursery. Grace and Daniel both down for afternoon naps. The house quiet. The book out in the world doing whatever it would do. "Thank you," I said. "For pushing me to write it." "You wrote it. I just asked."

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

Everything led back to her and our kiss and I wanted to do it over and over again, and more. I fell on the bed, kicking my shoes off and picking up my favorite book. La Divina Commedia, a three-part poem about the travels through the three regions, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. It was an immediate distraction from my tormenting thoughts and the fact Emiliana was only down the hall. Or so I thought. Soft knocks, almost inaudible, tapped on my door. Louder ones followed before the door swung open.

And damn them all to hell if they thought he was going to stay still. END OF BOOK ONE: CLAIMING HIS TREASURE