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I say, but my voice wavers. "Will they?" Victoria returns to her desk, opening a drawer. "Or will they see a clear pattern of a young woman making increasingly poor decisions and blaming others when those decisions backfired?" She pulls out a folder—thick, meticulously organized, clearly prepared well in advance. "I have my own documentation, Ms. Holt. Emails you sent after standard business hours. Meeting logs with suspicious timestamps. Security footage showing you leaving Damien's office late at night. All perfectly innocent on their own, but together?" She fans the papers out like a winning hand of cards. "They tell a very different story than the one you're trying to sell."

It didn't take long for Victoria to gather the few books she needed. “There's still three hours to go,” she muttered, glancing at her watch with its peeling strap. The watch was a memento from her college days, a gift from Chelsea, a best friend who now worked at a well-known hospital in Japan. The memories made her heart ache a little. Since she left Central City in her pregnant condition, Victoria had cut off all lines of communication. Not only out of shame, but also a desire to bury a past full of wounds. “Why am I thinking about this again?” she grumbled, trying to dismiss the thought. She opened her notebook, busy copying information from the books she had collected. Some books she dec

🌹 Victoria 🌹 Victoria Fontaine stood in the dimly lit war room of her private estate, the scent of expensive bourbon and aged leather filling the air. The walls, lined with bookshelves and surveillance monitors, cast eerie flickers of light against her sharp, composed features. Despite the chaos unraveling outside, she remained poised. The world was beginning to turn against her, but she had not built an empire on panic. She had built it on control.

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Harold's minds brooded over the question as he wiped the books upon books clean and rearranged them; Celine Dazzle's ‘A trip on Brooms’, Mitch Flibberton's ‘Wolfaholic’ and so on. After neatly arranging nothing less than a hundred and fifty books, he slumped onto seat closest to him, gasping and dripping with sweat as the wind that blew from the window comforted him. As he sat, he wondered what Wilkes will be doing. Perhaps having a nap. Definitely, Trisha would have gone back to her hostel—maybe branched at the library to pick a book or two. Harold was still deep in his thoughts about his friends, the contest, Prof. Ericson, Mrs. Perry, Mr. Heathers and so on when a subtle vibration reached

He said to try to comfort her. Meanwhile “Oh Frank, your back.” “Yes, and I need you to take over my client for me.” “Why?” “Because Victoria she is using sex as a way to try and forget about what happened to her?” “Wait don’t tell me that she tried to have sex with you?” “Right after I asked for her side. Her father gave me a summary of what she’s been through, but I wanted to hear it from her.” “So, your telling me she came on to you, and you rejected her?” “Huh.” “Is she pretty?” “Well, gorgeous.” “And you rejected her why?”

She felt as if she were outside of herself, looking down, and she became more and more confused. She read. And read. And read. Finally, it hit her like a lightning bolt: this book, it was hers. Her journal. The journal of a teenage girl. A story of coming of age. Of going back in time. Of falling in love with a man named Caleb. Of having a daughter named Scarlet. Of becoming a vampire. She wondered if she were losing her mind. Was this some sort of practical joke? Some sort of fantasy she’d had as a young girl? What was it doing here? How did her grandmother have it? And why was she only drawn to open it now, at this time?

Victoria turns to me . “Come.” She leads me through the house I’ve walked a hundred times and into a study I’ve never seen . Dark wood , Books floor to ceiling. A single chair by the window. On the desk sits a small velvet box the color of dried blood . Victoria doesn’t sit . She just opens the box . Inside , on black satin, lies a gold locket the size of a half-dollar. Old , Heavy. The kind of gold that has seen tears . She lifts it with fingers that shake only slightly .

She sat at the table, smiling until her eyes fell on the title—”Manners and Etiquette: A guide for proper ladies. ‘How dare he? Bastard!’ Ayla thought before throwing the book across the room. She forgot all about the food as she started pacing around the room. She hated—hated—King Rhobart and one day, she promised herself, she would leave Nordmar behind and go far, far away, to some remote place where no one ever heard the name Rhobart.