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Silence follows. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "Let's get you out of here," Lou murmurs, leading me to the car. Later, in the backseat, I stare at my phone, heart hammering as I read the headline from 'The Campus Scoop': ‘Monroe’s Millions Can’t Buy Loyalty: Heiress Dumped for Boyfriend’s Secret Gay Affair.’ Oh. My. God. My grip tightens on the phone. "Fuck!"

" He passed a file to Alex. Alex took it and opened it. "And sir, here's the bullet of the gun aimed at you.." He gave Alex a plastic bag with a bullet in it. Alex collected it and smirked. "Fine, but I want the secret spy in the institute in no time.." He ordered and they will bowed gently. "You can leave now.." He dispersed them. He stood up and looked at the plastic bag of bullet and then smirked again. "This bullet is connected to my past. Who's the secret spy and what does he/she know about my past.." He mumbled and took a sip from the glasscup.

This is a serious matter. “Tell them it's just a new policy that's been implemented. Find a way for them not to suspect a sudden change.” “Okay, Sir, I'll take care of it.” I nodded. “Santos, this secret is only ours. They can't know. Understand?” “Yes, don't worry, Sir, no one else will know.” “Good. Can you remove that bird? We can't call another cleaner. Throw it away, but be careful that no one sees that. And another thing, check the CCTV footage.”

Respect…earned through my position…was a useful shield tonight, but I couldn’t afford to relax just yet. When I reached my office, I slid the key into the lock, the soft click echoing unnervingly in the empty space. I stepped inside, the familiar scent of polished wood and leather wrapping around me like a false sense of comfort. Shutting the door, I moved quickly to my desk, crouching down to open the bottom drawer. My hands trembled slightly as I slid the hidden compartment open, revealing the contract file I’d been hiding for months. “There you are,” I murmured, staring at the plain cover. My mind raced.

Then, seemingly nonchalantly, she takes down a thick book. Kral's eyes narrowed. The book's cover bears the simple letter 'K', unlike the other books on the shelf. It is thick, giving the impression that it is more than just an ordinary book. "Let me have a look," Catherine said, flipping open the book, disregarding the dangerous gaze from Prince Kral. The white pages rustle between her fingers, emitting a faint sound. "The secret covenant of Duchess Ana of Canterebourg, the incriminating evidence against Baron John, Lady Marina's and her lover's apologies..." Catherine speaks a sentence with each page she turns. Gradually, I realized that this book contains concealed secrets that cannot be

“Sorry, Girlie. You have the wrong parts for me. I like ‘em strong, tall, male, and a&&hole. Which is why I brought the wine. Kade’s blue balls are killing me as much as they are killing him. So I need to make you okay so I can get laid tonight.” I laughed. Her blunt honesty was refreshing. “Okay, ready to open this thing?” she asked, sitting down cross-legged on the floor across from me. I gulped down half of the glass of wine. “Ready. Let’s do this,” I confirmed. And we did. As promised, the box contained old notebooks, magazines, and pictures. Or rather, portions of those things. Enough that I recognized them. They were things that I had once kept in the dresser my mother allowe

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, and his eyes looked deep into mine. “The Hartwells and the Ashfords,” he said. “We are bound together by more than just a contract. We are bound by history. By secrets. By things that were written long before either of us was born. And what is written… has to be finished.” I thought about the hidden door I had seen earlier. I thought about the things he had said about secrets that were too dangerous to share. “What is behind that door?” I asked suddenly. Kiel paused, like he was deciding whether to tell me or not. Then he sighed, and leaned back in his chair.

I muttered as I ran toward my chambers, driven by a strange pull, a gut feeling that something was there waiting for me. In my room, I scanned my surroundings, something drawing me to a concealed compartment behind my bookshelf. I opened it, finding a small, worn book—a diary. My heart sank as I opened it, the words inside telling a dark, familiar story. This wasn’t just any diary; this was Luna Nora’s collection of secrets, a meticulous record of every vile act, every betrayal. The curses, the deaths, the machinations that had torn my family apart—it was all here.

Just one more night. He picked a bookstore café this time. Said he wanted to show me his favorite reading book. It was intimate. Thoughtful. He even pulled a worn paperback of *The Secret History* off the shelf and said, “I think you’d love this.” I smiled, heart skipping. “I probably will.” We sipped coffee. Talked about poetry. I felt my walls thinning, cracking in ways I hadn’t prepared for. And then Julian’s voice dropped. Too calm. Too cold.