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Amelia's POV ~ We arrived at Club X later that evening, It was bumming loudly with music and as Chelsea had said, it seems like some rich dudes are here. I could tell this from the VIP sections, which were crowded. I couldn't see their faces since the light are dim. The dance floor was also filled with people, bodies pressing together, guys touching girls... At a corner, I saw some people making out and not giving a damn about what people think, which made me feel out of place.

with that, I walked right into the club ignoring the look of confusion on his face. "F*cking asshole...thinks I'm still a child" I mumbled to myself as I walked my way into the club, I spotted different people smoking, drinking, and girls that dressed half naked...in fact, they were already naked with what I was seeing right now...this club looked like a club for wealthy men. I saw so many vulgar things that I felt like puking that instant...I couldn't let my guard down now, I've just arrived here I couldn't back out now.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

They were heavy with tips, but this alone felt like more than I’d made all night. As the five brothers disappeared into the thick, shifting crowd, their presence seemed to linger behind, like a quiet storm brewing just out of sight. “What the hell was that about?” Jane asked, leaning closer with a raised brow, her curiosity obvious. I exhaled slowly, still watching the direction they’d gone. “Something’s going on with their club,” I murmured. “Has the boss said anything to you?” Jane let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You say that like I’ve got some kind of special connection with him. I don’t know anything more than you do.”

a drunkard pushed Amelia out of the way, waking her back to reality and her phone unfortunately landing on the ground. Amelia senses flared. She quickly took her phone off the ground, entering straight into the club and pretending not to hear the lady as she called. With the blonde lady's heel clinking fast behind her as she moved, Amelia couldn't help but race down to the part of the club where no one but high dignitaries are allowed in. Lounge 12. It was a lounge specially reserved for people with class and only the rich could afford such. Just as Amelia reached the entrance of the lounge, the bouncer moved to block her. And just then, Alex bumped into her from the inside and froze.

But this time? Amy caught the messenger, she’d been watching her for weeks an unassuming waitress at the club. Always too polite, always too quiet but the eyes didn’t lie. Amy didn’t kill her she dragged her. Beat her, locked her in the darkest corner of the warehouse behind the Emerald Club in the room no one spoke of, the room Ellie once entered and Amy almost lost control that room stank of old blood and fear and inside it? A girl with a ruined face and a broken leg begging for mercy Amy would never give. Each time Amy passed that door, she remembered Clara’s last breath, the way her sister clawed at her arm, trying to hold on, the way her eyes flicked with panic and trust and love. Amy f

Remy's temples throbbed at the mention of the new drug, and one name came to mind—Amber. That poor woman was locked away in an abandoned hospital, subjected to torturous experiments for the sake of that very drug. He furrowed his brow but kept his tone cold. "What's your next move?" "I need to secure Project A5. That's my key to becoming Kings' Club's honored guest—" An incoming call interrupted him. In the darkness, Justin's gaze fell on his phone. His expression hardened as he answered. "Hello, Mr. Gentry." Rafe coughed. "Mr. Beckett…"

“But nope! I only attend the club on the last day of the month. It sucks, I know. But that’s life for you.” Amelia waved to the waiter and took a glass of drink from him. “There is the latest drink going round. People call it a classic. Do you wanna have it? It will be on me.” Naya admired the crystal clear wine. She collected the glass from the waiter and thanked Amelia for the wine. “I have heard a lot about Club G introducing new wines, but I never knew they shipped them in,” Naya said. “Of course, they do,” Amelia nodded. “It’s been two weeks now.”

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.