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The drive was encrypted, but the password was simple: COVENANT. ​The files opened, revealing a single, massive document. It wasn't a will, or a threat, or a fraud ledger. ​It was a complete, meticulously documented personal history of Richard Richard Sr. a massive memoir written in his own hand, detailing his corporate moves, his personal vendettas, and every single strategic mistake and ethical compromise. ​"It's his autobiography," Damian murmured, scrolling through the document in astonishment. "The entire, unvarnished truth. The final, absolute record of the man who created the chaos."

The guy never seemed to give up. “I just want to talk, Liora,” he said, sauntering after me. “Well, I don’t.” I ran my finger across the spines of some books and selected one—the title was “The History of Witches: From Soothsayers of Historical Courts to Modern-Day Frauds”. I added that one to the growing stack in my arms and kept walking, picking up my pace this time. Zane chuffed and jogged after me. “Would this change your mind?” Before I could get away, Zane held something in front of my face: two pieces of paper. I frowned and took a step back, swatting his hand out of my way.

Like it hadn't required deciding, months ago, that this was worth investing in. I went back to the book in my hand and actually read a page this time. We were in the shop for an hour. Alex bought four books. Three Italian, one English. He showed me the English one, a novel I hadn't heard of, slim with a plain cover. "The woman at the desk recommended it," he said. "She spoke to you." "For about forty seconds. She asked what I was looking for and I said I didn't know and she handed me this." "She's never recommended anything to me."

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

He said to her and her heart missed a beat at the thought. “I can only do the little I can, so whatever secret you know you have, …” He said. “I don’t have any secrets.” She snapped at him and he could say no more.

I wasn't just comfortable with the idea for my own sake. But now, looking at Him, in his arms the same secretary that he brought to our bed, I'm having murder thoughts. And if I ground my teeth harder than this I may not have one by the end of today. “Here,” Philip comes in front of me blocking my view of Fabian, he hands me a glass of wine, the bastard is too busy chatting with his assistant he doesn't even realize I'm staring at him. I immediately gulp the wine. “Woah, woah, woah, You're not supposed to drink that at once,”

The angle made us look far more intimate than we actually were. Another picture followed, then another. Different angles, different moments. Every single one looked terrible.My heartbeat turned uneven as I scrolled down. BLACKTHORN CONFESSIONS: Guess the scholarship students have creative ways of surviving. CAMPUS TEA: Knew she was suspicious. ANONYMOUS USER: So this is how she got Professor Vale’s attention? ANOTHER USER: Adrian Laurent finally dating someone? Didn’t expect it to be her. I stopped reading immediately. My hands were shaking.

“Some secrets don't stay buried.” Elena’s vision blurred for a moment. She glanced around the classroom — every chair in place, every shelf neat. No sign anyone had been there. Her heart pounded so hard it hurt. Outside, thunder rumbled softly — a low warning that crawled through the air. She clutched the note, the words burning into her palm. Some secrets don’t stay buried. For a second, she thought she saw movement outside the window — a silhouette by the gate. But when she blinked, it was gone.

Each shelf was filled with books and scrolls that contained pack history and strategies. My eyes scanned the titles absentmindedly as I made my way to the book Lucian had requested. While I was doing that, my eyes caught something peculiar. On the far shelf at the other end of the office, there was a single leather-bound book that stood out. It was named the Pack Secrets. The title alone sparked curiosity, and without thinking, I reached for it. The worn book cover felt cool against my fingers, and something about it felt forbidden and dangerous. “What are you hiding, Lucian?” I whispered under my breath.

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.