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Penny urged. So much for not allowing himself to get distracted. He opened the book and scanned the table of contents. “Penny, this is great stuff.” He turned a couple of pages, mesmerized by the plans of the house and a portrait of René de Montalt, the 9th Duc, dated 1787, two years before the family fled to England. “Glad to be of service. I’ll leave you to it as I can see you’re hooked. Oh, and check out how it all ended. Pretty ironic as the last Duc, head of these Satanists, Devil worshippers or whatever they called themselves, burned to death.”

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I guessed that the worry that the noises in my head would sometimes catch up with me, was increasing my blood pressure. I was in their room reading the book Le Count De Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. When the door flung open quietly, Alfred peaked his head in, I guessed he thought I was going to be asleep. "You should be resting?" He slid his hands deep into his pockets. His lips turned into a smirk but I tried to ignore it. It was difficult because I found his looks to be captivating in some way. The way he stared at me, aroused me and he was quite aware, yet he continued to be his natural self and taunts me with my desires.

(Jette came near the phone and answered the call) “Hello, Ma’am, how may I help you?” asked Jette. “Please find the first rule in the middle of the book,” said the woman on the other line. “Hello, what do you mean?” asked Jette. (Busy phone sound starts) *** At home, when she arrived, she counted all the pages, the book contains 500 pages. She divided it by two, she carefully turns every page. When she reaches page 250, she found a little envelope, and she opened it, Jette opened the small paper inside, and she reads it…

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“And you, I presume, would be the dashing young man who would be a hard catch. You’d tell the old hags—” “Old bats,” he corrected. “Oh, sorry. But you’d tell the old bats that you weren’t ready to settle down and take responsibility of a wife and family because there was so much world out there for you to explore, and so many women for you to charm.” Monte’s gaze swung to her. Dramatically, he gasped and clutched his chest as he stepped back. “Oh, Breanna—” She arched an eyebrow. “That’s Countess Loveland to you, sir.”

he said. "Thank you, this is our haven from the hands of the enemy," I replied. "You're right. So, I'll let you know if there's a message from Claire," he said and left me. When Heath was gone, I opened my suitcase and took the only book I brought with me. The Name of a Rose, written by the Italian author Umberto Eco. I haven't even finished from the prime. I couldn't face reading it because of too many works in Paris. I turned to the page where I placed the bookmark.

I looked softer, somehow. When I stepped back into the bedroom, I noticed Alexander hadn’t returned yet, and so I wandered a little, idly inspecting the bookshelves. They weren’t there for show; these books had clearly been read. Some of them were first editions of well-known classics, the kind you had to bid for at auctions, while others were well worn modern editions. I traced the spine of an old leather bound volume of The Count of Monte Cristo, smiling faintly. But inevitably, my attention was pulled back to the bed. It was calling to me. The mattress was firm yet inviting. The sheets were smooth and cool to the touch. I glanced at the door once more, then surrendered.

The anger in her heart almost burns through the roof. Damn Lucien! She sulkily goes to the bookshelf and sees that there is the book of The Count of Monte Cristo on the bookshelf. Nina then takes it down and reads it at random. Nina is fascinated by the book unexpectedly, and she reads it from the afternoon until the evening. It is not until the words on the page are no longer legible that she suddenly realizes it is dark. She turns on the floor lamp and is about to continue reading when Lucien calls.

I finally mustered. The Countess smiled, “I was wondering how long it would take you to realize we were sitting. This is the library room. It is filled with every book known, and unknown, to mankind. They are all in their respective languages, including those written in Sanskrit. I do have translated copies, although they are not nearly as good as the originals.” “How?” “Let me explain for you first. Let's not get distracted.” I nodded, slowly sipping the finest espresso I had ever had in my life.