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I covered my face with my pillow again as I kicked my feet in the air. "Why! Why! Why!-" 'ding' "Huh?" I stopped kicking my Feet as I JUMPED off the bed to get my phone. I hurriedly went to our chat and saw his reply. [I get anything I want, Amelia.] Why did I feel like this man has a dissociative identity disorder. An hour ago he was quiet and reserved (that almost gave me a heart attack during dinner) and now he was being bossy. I rolled my eyes when I read his text.

Luna swears colorfully under her breath, the words barely audible but impressively creative. Damon's eyes widen as realization dawns on him, breaking through the primal haze that still clings to his consciousness. He's naked. Completely, utterly exposed in front of my entire shell-shocked family. "Oh—shit," he mutters, spinning around with surprising grace for someone who just underwent a complete biological transformation. He snatches a tattered blanket from the floor and wraps it clumsily around his waist, his movements jerky with embarrassment. His face goes bright red—an unusual and almost endearing color for someone who just annihilated two deadly supernatural creatures without breaking

By dawn, news outlets had seized the story: "ADRAIN RETURNS—BUT THIS TIME, HE’S TEACHING YOU HOW TO WIN DIFFERENTLY.” “INTEGRITY OVER POWER? THE BILLIONAIRE WHO ONCE PLAYED TO WIN NOW PLAYS TO TEACH.” “ADRAIN’S REPUTATION WAS BUILT ON DOMINANCE. NOW IT’S BEING REBUILT ON REDEMPTION.” Elena sat on the edge of their bed the next morning, reading headlines while Aria played with her morning cereal and whispered stories to her spoon.

"What are you talking about?" Sarah’s fingers hovered over her keyboard. A strange feeling settled in her gut. "What news?" she asked warily. Instead of answering, Olivia reached over and tapped the screen. "See for yourself." Sarah’s heart pounded as she opened her browser. And then she froze. There, plastered across the screen, was a headline that made her stomach lurch. BREAKING NEWS: JAMES TURNER AND CHLOE HARRISON – A SECRET ROMANCE EXPOSED Beneath it were photos. Pictures of James and Chloe, her best friend, wrapped in each other’s arms. Laughing. Kissing. Whispering in each other’s ears like they were the only two people in the world.

CHAPTER THIRTY- EIGHT Nala’s POV To think this little shit of a cat hated my guts when we first met. Now the furry traitor was curled up on my pillow like we'd been married for ten years. I was halfway dozing off, trying to finish a chapter of some blood-soaked haunted-house novel — because fuck those cheesy romance books — when a muffled knock hit my door. I didn't even bother asking who it was, knowing nova or Lena could want to check up on me, I just yanked it open.

“Tess, go and get Claire some clothes.” James Tennant, my husband, sat shirtless on the bed, lighting a cigarette as he ordered me around. Clothes were scattered all over the floor, evidence of what had happened the night before. I stood still, not moving, and simply glanced at him. Wrapped in a blanket, Claire Fisher beamed at me. “Mr. Tennant, isn’t this a little inappropriate? After all, she’s Mrs. Tennant.”

Trees lined the roads, and the distant hills spread like a sleeping city. Niya looked back and saw Reena in the mirror. “So… what were you reading last night that made you so late?” Reena took a long breath and said, “Ugh, don’t even ask. That story’s villain is so stupid!” Niya laughed and asked, “Villain? So what kind of book were you reading?” Reena closed her eyes and said, “Man, the hero clearly says no, so why does the girl keep chasing him?

When I opened my eyes, I found myself holding an exquisitely wrapped sandwich. Whispers immediately drifted into my ears. "Look, Jacob Blake's here again delivering breakfast to Carol." "He seriously has no shame. She already said she doesn't like him, but he still won't give up." "Exactly! Carol and Matt are obviously the perfect couple!" I froze for two seconds before a flood of memories suddenly crashed into my mind. I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel.

In exchange, the letter remains private and is returned in full at the end of the semester provided all terms are met. Term four. No complaining. I looked up at term four. Rhys was eating toast across the table, completely relaxed, not looking at me. "No complaining," I said flatly. "That one's non-negotiable." I picked up the pen. Signed it. Slid it back across the table with more force than necessary. He picked it up, folded it neatly, slipped it into his pocket right next to my letter, and said, "Thank you, Nova." The way he said my name was already going to be a problem. I could tell.

“That woman acted like a damn widow anytime I vanished. Crying. Calling police stations and spamming my phone with twenty missed calls.” The guys laughed loudly but the laugh stuck in my throat afterward because the memories hit harder than expected. Callista standing outside in the rain waiting for me. Callista crying while patching my wounds after gambling fights. Callista begging me to stop stealing before somebody killed me. Fuck. I pushed the thought away aggressively. “My new girl’s different,” I muttered. “Elysia isn’t clingy. She understands success.” At least I thought she did. I loosened my tie while walking deeper into the mansion. “Where’s Elysia?”