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Gina said with her mouth full. Selena looked at her with a confused face. "Have you been reading more of those books?" She was referring to the books on Gina's desk that had weird titles like "How to properly unlock the door without the key." , "Speak like a smarty pants!" , "Who are you? I am the ugly world?" , "Books for people who are cops." And other titles. Selena didn't even want to think of how silly the contents were. Who on earth even wrote those books and where did Gina even get them?

Bernadette shook her head with pursed lips. “This was one of his biggest accounts and as you can see from the files, all confidential. He kept this one close to his heart so I don’t know much apart from who to contact to set up meetings. All that information you’ll find in your emails.” Aria bit her lip knowing that she had her work cut out for her, but nodded and thanked Bernadette before she left. “Okay, let’s see what we have here.” She picked through files till she came to one that was labelled “Memorandum Of Incorporation”.

She could not rely on Ethan’s version of truth anymore. Dust swirled in the beam of her flashlight. She pushed aside cracked picture frames, winter coats eaten by moths, boxes of old letters. Then, tucked inside a wooden chest carved with strange symbols, she found another secret. It was not clothes this time, nor a photograph. It was a leather bound book wrapped in red ribbon. The ribbon was stained darker in places, as though it had once been wet with blood. Her hands shook as she untied it. Inside were handwritten pages, her mother’s script looping and sharp. But these were not recipes or family notes. These were oaths, histories, secrets. The title at the top of the first page froze Oliv

"It's just... a history book. I found it in the library." "History?" I snort. "Boring." Florence shakes her head. "It's not boring. It's fascinating. There's so much in here. So many secrets." "Secrets?" I lean closer, my interest piqued. "What kind of secrets?" Florence hesitates, flipping through the pages. She stops at a marked section, her eyes scanning the text. "Look," she says, pointing at a passage. "It mentions a gold pendant. Like the one Aaronne gave you."

However tonight, it felt like entering a crypt full of answers waiting to be disturbed. Althea moved directly toward the historical archive section, replaying the nurse’s explanation precisely. Early trade convergence. Underground structures. Keeper orders. Her fingers moved rapidly across old spines, her eyes scanning the titles. “There!” She muttered as she found a section of ancient military and historical texts. Most of the books are untouched and covered in dust. Forgotten. She started pulling books down immediately. One after another, scanning the titles and summary on the inside cover. Nothing. She thought desperately as she pulled another down. Was that the only book?

I literally don’t know what that even means but that can only mean it’s ridiculously expensive. I continue reading. “Lobster Bisque…” I stumble on my words as his fingers part my labia. I continue reading because I know if I stop then he stops. “Cognac cream…” he buries one finger in my pussy and I clench around his finger, my walls tightening. “Chive oil…” another finger joins in and I let out a gasp, my fingers tighten around the iPad.

Her fingers trembled slightly around the folder she was holding, while the air in the room seemed to thicken, pressing against her lungs until breathing became hot and heavy. Dominic Sinclair—the young professor everyone knew for his cold demeanor and unapproachable aura—sat casually behind his desk, as if he’d just made an ordinary offer. His face was calm, almost expressionless, but those gray eyes of his held the unmistakable gleam of control. “Excuse me?” Renata’s voice came out hoarse. “What do you mean… by secret girl?” “I know your scholarship was revoked,” Dominic said, leaning back in his chair, his lips curving into a faint, unnerving smile. “That’s why you came to see me today, is

Her hair fell around her face like a shield, and she was scribbling notes with the kind of intensity that meant she'd discovered something big. I could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she kept glancing around like she expected someone to sneak up on her. Whatever she was researching, it wasn't for a school project. I grabbed a random economics textbook and settled at a table where I could keep an eye on her without being obvious about it. From here, I could see the cover of her book. "The Dark Royals." “Shit.” “That's not good,” my wolf agreed. “Ancient pack histories are full of dangerous information. Things people killed to keep secret.”

"The leaks online, that was you? Why help me?" Leonardo set down his knife and fork, his gaze intense as he looked at me. His tone was sincere, without the slightest hint of insincerity. "Now that you're my fiancée, this is what I should do. Let me tell you a secret. I actually fell for you at first sight seven years ago and searched for you for so long. I didn't expect that you were in a relationship with Dante back then." He paused, a touch of melancholy in his eyes.

"They didn't." The camera panned down. In her lap, she held the book. The German history book. Die Geschichte der Ostsee. "It's all in here, isn't it?" she asked. "The ledger, the accounts, everything." "Not everything," Daniel Rovik said. "But enough. Enough to burn them all down." The video ended.