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Without it, I would never, ever fall for an uneducated douche like him. Okay, maybe he was educated. He did say he reads books. I’d actually looked up that book he mentioned – Battlefield of the Gods. It was massive, over seven hundred pages of heavy and complicated shit. At least, that's what I gathered from the few pages on an online library. Bless the 21st century – I didn't even have to go to a physical library anymore; I could hoard knowledge from the comfort of my own bed.

The man was a walking sex god in a CEO’s suit. He raised the book between us like a challenge. “This is the most expensive item in this room.” I stared at him, then at the book, then back at him again. A book? “Wait. This book is—?” “Five hundred million dollars.” My brain stopped working. “Five…..what?!” Surely I misheard him. No, I had to have misheard him. There was no universe where a book cost half a billion dollars. Even Lily Cooper’s work, which was precious and rare, wasn't worth that kind of money.

My smile died before I even took off my coat. “Sit down,” he said. “Daniel, what – “ “Please. Sit down.” I sat. And then he talked for ten minutes straight and I didn’t say a single word because I couldn’t. Because every time I opened my mouth nothing came out. Because what he was saying didn’t make sense, couldn’t make sense, and yet every word was landing and sticking and rearranging everything I thought I knew about my life. Three million dollars. Two years of lying. My name. On a document. That I never signed.

The room falls silent after Miller’s words. Pennet’s sister. I stare at him, trying to process what I just heard. Over sixty names. Over sixty lives. And among them was someone Pennet had loved. Someone he’d buried years ago. I feel sick. “What kind of person keeps something like that?” I whisper. Neither Miller nor Lincoln answers. Because there isn’t any right answer. No explanation. No excuse. Just pure evil. Lincoln’s arm tightens around me, pulling me closer to his side. I instinctively lean into him, drawing comfort from the warmth of his body.

How could someone already be asking for me by name? A sense of foreboding rose in me. I looked up at the excited Lyra. "This client is...?" Lyra grinned from ear to ear. "Dark Moon Medical Center! The largest medical institution among werewolves!" The air instantly froze. The answer was expected, yet it still made me feel dizzy. I held the request, silent, my heart racing. Lyra didn't notice my strange reaction and continued, holding her cup of herbal tea, "If you'd told me earlier you had connections with Dark Moon Medical, I might have considered making you chief healer directly! Why start as a regular healer?"

I gave him a hug. Dad never failed to show the best that he can in raising me even he encountered a lot of hard times doing that. Well, what can you expect? Being a billionaire's only child is never easy. Kidnap for ransom is the most common threat in my life that I had experienced and the reason that leads to traumatic experiences I least wanted. “But Dad, you said that you want me to be happy. Isn't it absurd for you to decide whom I'm going to marry?” I asked him in a low tone of voice.

he reproaches with disdain. The young woman senses the sarcasm, which annoys her. "If you think your demeanor is going to make me uncomfortable, you're very wrong," she reveals, to the millionaire's surprise. "It's true, I was born into a golden crib, but life hasn't treated me that way. You don't need me, but your son does. If I'm here, it's for me, not for you. It's part of my process... Let's not fool ourselves, you know my life. You know my ex-husband cheated on me, and I lost my baby. Even today, I'm still lactating. I need this, Ayden."

Once a certain book was picked out, it was to be taken off the list and if you were the last one to pick you would end up with whatever was left in the bowl. Of course, I had my favorites and I was praying quite hard so as not to end up with something that was difficult to read or understand. Thankfully, I got Great Expectations by Charles Dickens and was pretty excited to start working on the report. Les, on the other hand, ended up with The Tempest by William Shakespeare and was silently cursing under her breath. I had no qualms with Shakespeare but Les, in sharp contrast, looked like she was about to collapse on the floor. I guess, like most people, she was intimidated by Shakespeare's po

We have reached the point where it is acceptable for us to be hurt because the people we love the most are the ones who hurt us the most, right? However, "we" is not everyone. We are not the same; the world population is about 7.6 billion and more up to date, meaning that there are seven billion different people out there. We do not all perceive life the same way; the way Jean sees an elephant is not the same way Anna sees an elephant. Lara may see it as what it is - an animal, while Maya may see it as tension.

“Ariadne.” Even the books here were ones I’d already read repeatedly. There were only so many times I could read about the '100 Greatest Battles of Wolf Kind' or 'The Twenty Steps of a Successful Luna' before beginning to hate even the thought of picking a book up. But even if I asked someone to go to the library for me, it was unlikely there would be many books in there that I hadn’t already read at least once. 'Three hundred and eighty-four… three hundred and eighty-five… three hundred and eighty-six….'