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Then, indignantly, "Count, are you doubting me? Look at Miss Miranda—could she have written this?" "You misunderstand," Count Croyso’s smile was icy, "I’m just curious since I also appreciate flower-themed poetry." He turned to Miranda, "Did you write this?" Miranda trembled, "No... no... Father!" Charlotte's delight was palpable as he urged, "Count, she’s admitted it! Stealing my poem and slandering me—she must be punished!" Count Croyso’s voice was deceptively calm, "Stealing and slandering, indeed, deserve punishment. What do you suggest?"

Resting in the center of the table was a leather-bound book, an expensive silk bookmark resting between its pages. I didn't even need to look at the title. I already knew. I reached out and flipped it open to where the silk ribbon lay. It was the beginning of chapter four. The Count of Monte Cristo. I stumbled backward, bumping hard into the leather armchair. The chair was upholstered in a velvet. The exact texture I loved to run my hands over. "Oh my god." I breathed. It felt suffocating. Elena stepped into the library, her eyes darting from the book on the table to my pale, terrified face. "Mila... what is it? What's wrong?"

(Count Monti) “.….yes I will…just wait..” Despite sometimes looking a little bit dense, Count Monti were Aeternum patriot. He knows the impact of Aeternum technology advancement and how valuable it is. So just like any intellectual Aeternums he knows that this status quo need to me maintain. I like this part of him, he wasn’t too greedy that it was enough to impaired his judgement for the better of Aeternum. Then at the same time, his persistent is annoying, I am sure that with my promise with him, the news that I would make the ‘car parks’ will soon spread among the nobles and maybe all over Aeternum, not long enough.

"Say, Asty. Why don't you tell me more about this friend of yours?" Asty took a deep sigh. She didn't know what the count's intentions were. She did not see a point of telling him about Noelle, but she could hint the count's forboding sarcasm. "He is a wonderful man, I am sure you will like him, Count Chaol." "I have no interests in men." he jested at her. "But he seems to be treating you like a queen, so enlighten me, Asthenosthene." his words became stern and imploring. "Do you like this boy?"

From his phone conversation with Carlo he’d gleaned that almost every member of the De Rossi clan had arrived, with most staying at the Villa, and that their father was peeved not only at his decision to stay at the Hotel, but also because he’d arrived so late—though he couldn’t very well fault him for this last part as Nico had spent most of the entirety of Friday, along with most of Saturday, perusing the financial records his brother had emailed him, comparing them to those of their American counterparts in a bid to make sense of just why the latter had not been doing as their projections had suggested. Still, for all his wealth, intelligence and class, the Count was a man who remembered

Because Christine had the status of a baroness, Count Rainer's butler could not visit her overnight, so Count Rainer could only pay a courtesy visit in person, according to the rules of nobility. In the end, the count paid 10,000 gold coins to buy Christine's silence. Because the count believed in the God of Order, the Bishop of the God of Order arrived at the count's manor on the third day after the incident. Even if Yibel was a member of the Rennes family, even if she was highly esteemed, and even if she had made an evil sacrifice, it had nothing to do with the Count. But since the book was found in the castle library, it had something to do with it.

ISBN 978 0 14 044913 6 Page 114, Paragraph 3 My breath stopped. A book cipher. I remember this, I whispered. He used to hide messages in books. Adrian’s voice sharpened immediately. Find the book. I moved fast to the shelf, scanning titles with shaking hands. Then I saw it. The Count of Monte Cristo. My fingers trembled as I pulled it out. Pages flipped too quickly as I searched, panic building in my chest. Until I reached page 114. Paragraph three.

, she wondered Monti lowered his head and kissed her passionately as if trying to make her understand how he was feeling and what he wanted Vivian kissed him back with the same passion, she had only a few days to spend in this house as it was then she would be back home marrying a man she didn't love, while she was still here she was going to try to make the best out of it Monti carried her and put her on her bed slowly laying on top of her His hands found her nipple which he played with making her let out a moan "You are beautiful" he said to Vivian whose eyes where closed enjoying the feel of his hands on her body Monti quickly started working on her little night dress and within a few sec

my eyes landed on a book. “ The count of Monte Cristo” I read the title out loud “ have you read that ?” I asked turning back to Luca. He nods. And I spontaneously blurted out a squeal in excitement. finally someone who enjoys reading romance. But my enthusiasm was short lived, It was weird because its luca but for a second I didn’t care cause it didn’t matter. “ I’ve always loved the story of Dante” I beamed a smile in attempt to conceal my excitement.

It’s the first real smell in the entire place. And books. Hundreds of them. Not decorator books arranged by color. Real books. Worn spines. Dog-eared pages. I run my fingers along the shelves. Financial theory. Biographies of Carnegie and Rockefeller. Philosophy. History. And fiction. I pull out a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. The spine creaks. Pages are yellowed, soft as cloth. I flip through and stop at the margin notes inked in neat, sharp handwriting. "Revenge consumes the avenger," written next to a passage about Edmond Dantès.