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“Good girl.” The town car waited at the curb—sleek, black, and silent. A driver opened the door, eyes down, well-trained. Nathan stood behind me on the townhouse steps, dressed in black from head to toe, looking like sin carved into power. His fingers brushed mine as I reached for the door. “You get your books,” he said. “You talk to your boyfriend. You clean up what needs cleaning.” I met his eyes. “And then I come home.”

Had he sought to protect me or, perhaps, to protect the world fromme? The soft sound of footsteps made me look up, and I saw Nathan at the entrance, watching me with a mixture of concern and understanding. “Couldn't sleep?” he asked softly, stepping into the room, the candlelight illuminating the sharp planes of his face. I gave a half-smile, shaking my head. “I thought I might find some answers here. But it’s just riddles and stories. And dust.” He approached, his fingers tracing the spine of a book. “Sometimes riddles and stories hold more truth than we give them credit for.”

It was a text from an unsaved number she almost didn't recognize before she did. Nathan says you have good taste in bookstores. He gave me the one on 7th. Thought you might want to know it's there. She stopped walking. Read it twice. Caleb had texted her. She didn't know when she'd given Nathan her number for Caleb to have, or when Nathan had decided to facilitate this, but Nathan was a novelist and novelists understood the architecture of the right moment, whether they were building it deliberately or not. She stood on the sidewalk in the West Village, six blocks from where she'd just closed a door, and felt something she hadn't felt in six weeks.

she assured herself. Today she dressed so seductively, that no man could resist her. But Nathan was not just any man, being a business prodigy since he was 16, he had seen more beautiful women with great figure, yet he had been single for years which proved that he can’t be swayed by just look Some people even gossip that he is a gay, but all those things are rumors. Could it be that Nathan has someone he loves? But over the years , I haven’t seen him with any woman., nor had he publicly acknowledged being in a relationship. Maybe he has someone in his mind but they are not together, Jane thought.

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CHAPTER 4(THE FIRST ONE)- TITTLE: Zander Mansion Soon, it's morning, and thanks to last night I had a rough sleep, and you know, when people say they woke on the wrong side of the bed, they are just trying to tell you they are mad. Well, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, like literally, I woke up on the floor and not on my bed, and I would like to know why, but unfortunately, you just can’t see in your sleep.

The words overflow from my mouth like a river: ______________ Same as the village. Crowded with security agents. My brain works its hardest to find something, anything, that might be useful. And then comes a light, clear as lightning. ______________ What if we managed to infiltrate someone inside the palace so that we know what is going on inside? It has to be someone you can trust who is not bought. -His mouth opens, about to machine gun a thousand reasons not to work. But then he smiles. AND he nods. I don't like meddling in other people's affairs. I don't have time for this. And yet here I am, hearing myself say two fatal words - Leave it to me. In the shadows of the trailer, barely visib

I'm not alone anymore, and goodness does it feel fantastic. So this is the final part of "Alone" and I can't believe it's over. It's the longest book I've written but it's also been so fun to write. I'm sorry to keep waiting for the updates. And thank you all for the patience, love and support!

I watch as her eyes scan the food, sending the waitress a smile as she places the food on the table. Once she was done Stephanie sends her another thankful smile before she walks away. “So… back to your question” I begin as I cut my steak. “I don’t know if I like you yet, but you’re tolerable and I can’t say much because I barely know you” I state. “I barely know you too” She responds. “Come on, my whole life is practically out there. Raised by a single Father, Eligible billionaire bachelor and a couple of one night stands” I list.

Now, as she gently excused herself and wished Grandma Hale goodnight, she carried that moment with her upstairs. The hallway was quiet. The house, despite being full of people, always seemed to fall into a hush after dinner, as if even the walls respected the unspoken rules of nighttime. When she pushed open the bedroom door, she found Nathan exactly as she expected, propped up against the headboard, laptop balanced on his thighs, glasses low on his nose, the glow of the screen reflecting against his face. He looked serious, distant, and focused. He didn’t even look up.