Novel & Cerita Read Through

On his screen, I could see part of the Hargreave correspondence file. I stood in the hallway and watched him. He worked through the documents the same way I did. That was what hit me first. Not what he was reading, but how he read it. He opened one file and kept it on screen while he pulled up another. He did not read straight through; he compared them and looked for places where things did not match. He went back and checked again. He flagged something, then removed the flag, then flagged it once more. He was being careful. He refused to trust his gut alone; he wanted real proof.

Sera's Pov I read it twice. Phase Two: Extraction or Termination. The second time I read it I was making sure I had read it right the first time. I had. The words did not change between readings, they did not soften or rearrange themselves into something less precise. Extraction or termination. Two options on a list, clean and bureaucratic, written by someone who had typed my existence into a document the same way they would type a supply order or a meeting agenda.

She moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet office. “Keep reading,” he growled into her ear, starting a slow, powerful rhythm. His hips slapped against her ass as he fucked her against the window. Jessica struggled to hold the papers up with one hand while bracing herself. “‘Section 12… miscellaneous assets…’” she gasped, voice shaky as his thick cock stretched her again and again. “‘The petitioner receives… the secondary vehicle… a 2021 Mercedes… and… the contents of the… smaller wine cellar...’”

They sat. He pushed the printed page across the table. Caden picked it up. Aria leaned in beside him and they read it together and he watched their expressions move through the same sequence he had moved through at four in the morning. Recognition. Processing. The particular stillness that preceded understanding something that could not be ununderstood.

"Two hours is more than sufficient." "Goodnight, Mrs. Pelham," I say. “Good night, Alpha.” She leaves me to eat, which I do while working. I read the same paragraph of the Strathfield report four times and get different information out of it each time, which is not how my brain usually operates, and I close the file and open it again and read the paragraph a fifth time and get the same result. ‘You could just admit it,’ my wolf huffs. "Admit what?"

June 2040 Kara's POV: It's staring at me, like literally staring. I shouldn't have done it. Why did I take the stupid book? I hope to God he doesn't notice, but what if he does? I highly doubt that he writes in a diary every day. But then again, I shouldn't assume. I'm tempted to read it. I should read it, or else what the hell was the point in taking it? It's a thick black leather book. It looks somewhat worn, but largely unused. It's probably just filled with gaming or sports stuff.

Unless. Me Ramon? hopelessronantic Correction. Mr. Lawrence. You must be kidding me! Ramon is this reader? The reader who has been motivating me? The reader who has been saying all these sweet things on every, single chapter? The reader who has been coming to my defense when I get attacked? Fighting all my online battles every chance he gets! Unbelievable! Before I can digest the shocking discovery, my phone blows up that moment. My mother is calling me. I receive the call without any hesitation.

POV Ruby Trigger Warning talk and illustration of abuse I can't believe that this is happening! How did he know that we were here?! A million thoughts raced through my brain as everyone turned to look at me. I looked at Mac and Scarlett and they nodded. Cassy leaned in and rubbed my back. I looked down and sighed with relief to see a new text from Cerise in response to the one I had just sent her.

"It's really going to end," She said out loud, reading through it, she couldn't understand much and was just skipping through the papers until a part caught her attention, she ready it, turned the next page, came back and read it again, hoping that it wasn't what she read but it didn't change. "What is this? These aren't mine,"

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