Starts With Us Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

ANNA POV. Days later. The knock on the study door was firm, urgent—but not frantic. I lost a family and found another. I looked up from the small pile of books I had been flipping through, my heart already sensing the shift before the words even came. Jace stood and opened it. Two officers stepped in—Italian, but one was accompanied by a U.S. consulate official, sharp in a blue suit with the calm tone of someone trained to deliver life-altering news without flinching.

The grand celebration lasted long into the evening, but as the last of the city officials departed and the echoes of laughter and champagne toasts faded into the polished wood of the bookshelves, Clara and Elias found themselves alone. The "Secret Story Room" was lit only by a few recessed warm lights, making it feel like a sanctuary floating in the middle of a vast, silent ocean of books. The air here was still, smelling of old parchment and the faint, sweet scent of the cedar beams Elias had fought so hard to include.

"You asked her to deal with me?" I did not dignify that question with an answer. Lauren only smiled. "I don't mind. As long as you're happy, you can do anything to me." Wow, she was a masochist? Never knew that. "Just look ahead, Lauren. We're done. There's no going back." That put a bitter smile on her face. She gave me a small nod and walked away. After that, she never bothered me again. Thanks to the lady's Spartan education, my partner and I moved out of the building and started our own company. We celebrated in her shop and filled the air not with cream, but the smell of barbecue.

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.

They walked off still laughing. "Where are you lagging in calculus?" I asked as I took out my book. "Everywhere." He shrugged. "Please be serious." I pleaded. "I am." He shrugged and my mouth fell agape. "OK then, we'll start with the basics of calculus." I told him. "Do you have your note and text books?" "Hey." I snapped when he didn't respond. "I need those." He crocked his eyebrows at me finally looking up from his phone.

Kelvin Mckenna said without looking at her, “This is not going to be done. You can be my secretary or my mistress, but you can't be both. Let's choose." Layla Larson paused, her nimble fingers hovering over the stack of classified papers searching for the contract he'd asked for... His request was out of the sky, and she felt Her breathing seemed to stop. Choose, he said. It's this or that. Kelvin always said exactly what he thought and remembered what he said.

Tears that mixed with the river water dripped from my hair. I clutched the blanket, desperately trying to cover my stomach. My voice cracked. "William, no, it’s not like that–"

It has not been easy for us… #THE END OF BOOK 1 #