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NOAH The office was quiet except for the faint tapping of Randy’s keyboard. It was well past midnight. I had begged him to stay back with me. The deeper we dug into Tyler’s background, the stranger things became. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my eyes. “This guy is a ghost,” I muttered. I couldn’t believe I was seated there, losing my sleep for a woman who didn't see me, and probably might never see me. Randy turned his chair slightly toward me.

Fuck! ***** By Wednesday afternoon, Randy has everything arranged. He's invited his dad and Chris to a last minute bachelor party; he's purchased what he needed at the Adult Toy and Apparel store and reserved a suite at a downtown hotel. He is determined to give his sister the fantasy night of her life.

Maybe that was why she had started writing letters. I opened the earliest one. Inside, she wrote scattered details about her life in prison. For most of the remaining pages, Maya carefully explained why she had cheated with Randy. It was far more detailed than what I had seen in their messages. At first, she truly had no thought of cheating at all. What she thought about most every day was hoping I would finish my mission and come home sooner. Then, Randy began visiting often and creating all kinds of little problems. At the time, she knew nothing about it and naively thanked him for taking such good care of her.

I was made for him, and he for me. The End. Hello, everyone! I’m Tess, the author of this novel. I hope you enjoy it. I believe this is the beautiful ending we’ve all been waiting for as we begin reading the story. I don’t know how many people will read my novel all the way to the end—or if anyone will read it at all—but I want to sincerely thank you if you have. This is my very first novel. I know I’ve made mistakes, and it might be a little slow at times, yet I am proud that I wrote it. Dante and Evelyn’s story has lived in my imagination for years, filling my nights with thoughts, dreams, and emotions. I’m grateful that I could bring it to life in words.

A week passed before I realised how quiet everything had become. The chaos, the running, the tension — all of it had settled into something calmer. Not perfect, just quieter. It was strange at first, like we were both learning how to breathe again. Rand had started waking up early. Sometimes I’d find him sitting by the window with a notebook, writing things down. Plans, ideas, thoughts — he never said what they were, but he looked more at peace doing that than he ever did in a boardroom.

Days passed after the joint study session, and on the surface, everything seemed to go smoothly, randy had managed to bury himself in his sketches, textbooks, and study sessions with Brian, Sandy, and Jayden. He kept to his own rhythm, avoiding chaos, keeping distance from Carlson, and trying not to pay attention to the constant hum of campus gossip. Until that morning. Randy had barely stepped into the school when, out of habit, he checked his phone. What he saw made him stop mid-step.

He always did. * * * Alecia tensed as the door to their apartment opened. Ryder was home. He smiled as he took off his coat and tie, dropping them onto the floor, leaving them for the maid. “Hi,” he said as he walked over to her, and placed a book on her legs. She closed her laptop, and picked up the book, reading: How to Write Fiction. Ryder sat on the couch by her feet and caressed her toes. “I called a friend who owes us at Random. He recommended this book.”

I bought a notebook on Thursday. Black. Unlined. The kind with no branding on the cover – forgettable, the kind of thing that could sit on a desk and look like nothing. It wasn't nothing. I started writing on the first page in the parking lot of the bookstore with the engine still running and my coffee going cold in the cupholder. Not prose. Not feelings. Dates. Times. Facts. February 14 – Bar. Rhys and I meet. Nobody knows yet. But within weeks of the deal going public, Caleb drops the expulsion half–truth like a grenade. The campaign starts.

Randy was tired, tired of his life. He went back to his room and slumbed on his bed. He felt like dying from sleep. The next day, Randy woke up, devastated. He stomped to his table and found a note-- and it was addressed to him. "Who might have dropped this" I asked himself. His door wasn't locked last night, so someone can intrude into his room at night while he was far asleep. He picked it and open it.

Author Note Hello, thank you for your time and interest in this novel. Please bear with me as I have an actual full-time job, fellowship and other matters, that’s why I can’t update it more than a chapter per day. Also each chapter on this novel is mostly based on daily imagination, so I only have the main idea of how it will end. However, I am looking forward to your comment, idea, and criticism to make this novel better. Additionally, I made an instagram account for this novel @boltonandberg Thank you…..