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But Ginny only leaned back against her pillow, her laughter bubbling up again, wild, mocking, relentless, “Oh? Why so desperate, Rachel? Why so quick to silence me? If you have nothing to hide, then why are you so scared?” “SHUT UP!” Rachel screamed this time, her voice raw, breaking under the weight of panic. She looked like a cornered animal, thrashing against invisible chains. But Ginny ignored her. She tilted her head slowly, her eyes gleaming like a predator savoring its kill, then turned back to me. “Rhea.” She said, drawing out my name like it was poison on her tongue, “Do you know the real reason Rachel never liked you? Do you?” I froze, but I tried my best to keep my composure under

It wasn’t about books—it was about blending in. Avyanna arrived just past five-thirty, the skies already tinted with the soft orange glow of early evening. The tired buzz of the city outside was muted here. Inside the library, the air was cool and still, filled with the soft rustle of pages and the occasional footsteps on old tile floors. She spotted Ruth near the back, seated in one of the reading nooks by the tall windows. She was pretending to browse through a large hardcover, though Avyanna could tell from her stiff posture and darting eyes that she was on edge.

Rachel had never held my lover in great esteem. She had been the one who had formulated a plan to help me flee from him too. She sensed that I was perturbed even though I had initially pretended to be happy. * Rachel was an environmentalist now and very well renowned for her views and her work in saving the rain forests. But she made time to talk to me, to look at the children and generally made me feel good. “How is your macho husband?” Rachel had asked me earlier that day as she prepared to board the flight to Oslo where she was making a presentation. She was at the airport, flying out of South Africa but she had not wanted to miss our daily conversations.

She seemed to be full every time the men left. When I took water into Rebecca's room, I noticed her face glowing, and her tummy had grown bigger too. "Everly, come look! This is the bloodstone I'm growing. It'll come out in another month. After Mom sells it for a good price, we'll be living the high life!" I touched Rebecca's tummy and felt something move under the skin. I drew my hand back with a start. "Rebecca, is being a rabbit-woman really that great?" I couldn't help but ask. "Mom gave me a pouch of spices yesterday and told me to let it burn as I slept."

Tay asks and looks at me. “Oh no” Rachel realizes Tay didn’t know about me being the best-selling author, and I clear my throat. “Um, Rachel is the one who published my book when I was still in school.” I tell him. “You have a published book?” he asks with his eyes wide open. “Yep, and she is the best-selling author ever since her book was published. I’m sure you have heard of a book called ‘Behind closed doors?” Rachel asks Tay and his mouth half opens.

She wondered silently, "That woman was engaged to Gideon?" Wait a second! Harry had just called her… Lavinia? Lavinia Mosley? Rachel's eyes widened in realization. "She's Lavinia Mosley, the only female war hero in Dasovia?" "Yep!" "And she was engaged to you?" "It was an engagement from childhood, arranged by our parents." Rachel clicked her tongue in astonishment. "You don't even want someone as extraordinary as Lavinia?" Gideon shrugged but said nothing. However, Rachel couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment, a flicker of sadness flashing in her eyes. While she considered herself outstanding, she couldn't compare to Lavinia.

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

As the sisters sat on a nearby sofa, sipping on complimentary champagne, Gina turned to Rachel with a curious look. “What about you?” Gina asked, her tone suddenly light. Rachel blinked. “What about me?” “Your love life,” Gina said, leaning forward with a mischievous grin. “You’re always so focused on everyone else. Do you have someone special in your life?” Rachel’s cheeks flushed, and she quickly sipped her champagne to avoid Gina’s probing gaze. “I don’t, actually. I’m too busy for that sort of thing.” Gina’s eyes narrowed playfully. “Rachel Smith, you’re a terrible liar.”

The woman in the torn silk dress looks like she is about to speak, her mouth slightly parted, the red stain across her chest spreading further than it was the last time Isadora saw her. They turn down a corridor she has never seen before—narrower, darker, with no windows to let in even the faint gray light of rain. The walls are lined with bookshelves that stretch all the way to the ceiling, packed with volumes bound in dark leather and cracked cloth, spines worn smooth where countless fingers have traced their titles. She did not write this corridor. Did not write these books. In every draft of her manuscript, she had given Caelen a war tent on the edge of battlefields, maps spread across r

Rachel got to the library, entering the right security code and the iris camera, the door flung open as she walked in, slamming the door behind her. Rachel immediately fell to the ground as she gasped for air, she tilted her head, relaxing on the table as she clutched her belly. “Arya cannot hurt my baby… Athena cannot hurt me” Rachel muttered as she stared blankly at the floor, her eyes widening in fear as she bit her lips. “I need to hide” Rachel jerked up, heading to the bookshelves, punching a hidden button, a door opened behind the bookshelves and Rachel ran in as the door closed behind her.