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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.

I closed the drawer but quickly opened it again. What was it? My curiosity got the better of me. Curse me for giving into the temptation. I pulled the envelope out, placing my phone down. It was quite heavy. Luckily for me, it was not sealed. There was a chunky document inside. I pulled it out and sat the envelope on the bed then turned the document over. I ran my eyes over the cover and sucked in a breath. My eyes closed for a split second before reading the words. “Divorce agreement between Hendrix Williams and Ruth Gambino,”

His past and original self before the book opens is just one of the seven secrets that he is hiding. Gentle, sophisticated, smart, and of good nature. That is his ace and just one of his games. Takes advantage of the world that is being re-written and falls into the wants of the few that he is also playing with and unknown by the game that long ago had already begun. His thirst for the forbidden science never leaves him, as it is the second secret that he is holding within the new world and the book within the book that they are entrapped from deep within.

The intensity of her gaze, mirrored by the others, made it clear they were curious about what had occupied my time, especially since it wasn’t a large volume. “What’s the title?” I shrugged. “History.” “History of what?” Sinclair asked, stepping closer to me, with the others following suit. I turned to the cover of the book, furrowing my brows when I saw an entirely different name in a language I didn’t know, yet somehow understood: ‘The True History of the Supernaturals and Gods.’ “How do you know it says history? The language is one we don’t know; it’s the one written on the caves,” Rachel remarked, a glint of jealousy flashing in her eyes.

he said with so much confidence " I am sorry Mr. Winston but he is not in his office," she said. Janiece hears the arguments outside and wanted to open the door to check what was going wrong when she remembered she left Karl's drawer open. She walked back to close it and while doing that the documents on the table fell. "Why now?" She groaned before dropping the initial documents she went there to get. Owen heard the noise in the office and stretch his neck to see if this secretary is lying or was it just his ear that is deceiving him.

**Ruby** “It’s lovely to finally meet you, my dear.” Viktor said as he kissed my hand. “We have so much to talk about. I have brought some of the scrolls from our archives. I came across three prophacies that are very similar, by that I mean minor detail that are identical but the outcomes are drastically different.” “Ruby,” I looked at Dez. “I haven’t told you about my meeting with Viktor, because I knew you would have questions that I can not answer.”

Nichole gave me an apologetic look even though she was hurt as well. Dumpp!! In the middle of our heated argument, we heard a loud sound which made us shriek extremely. "What the heck is this?" Natasha asked dramatically but her guts shut down when she saw Blake who threw the book on the table. "Read the book and find the details. Don't bother her again." He threw a murderous look to everyone particularly towards Natasha before made his way God knows where. "Rude much." I heard her mutter under her breath before she took the book "The Hidden Secrets" from the table and flipped the first page.

Adrian Pov The city is a blur of light and color as I drive, the Moscow traffic a slow, grinding beast. My phone buzzes with a new message, and I know without looking that it’s Leo. He’s been my rock, my confessor, the only one who knows the truth of my secret life. I pull over to a secluded park, the cold, winter air a sharp contrast to the fire raging inside me. I’m a man on the edge, a man who has made a deal with the devil. A deal I have no intention of honoring.

I had to find Silas’s basement office. The Central Library was a fortress of silence, its stone lions standing guard over secrets much older than the Wolfe dynasty. I slipped through the service entrance, my soaked clothes clinging to me like a second skin. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs—whoosh-thump, whoosh-thump—the sound of the heir Eleanor so desperately wanted to control. I found the hidden stairwell behind the "Legal History" archives. The air down here was thick with the scent of dust and old paper. I reached the steel door of Silas’s private vault and stared at the keypad.

They were going to put Karen's version of events out into the world and let her profit from destroying my life. I opened the manuscript and started reading. The dedication page said "To the ones who dare to love despite the consequences." I felt sick. The table of contents showed chapters titled "First Kiss," "Falling for a Married Man," "When She Found Out," "The Trial," and "Finding Myself After Scandal."