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All I can do is wait and wait until Liam does send me a message. I reach for my book on the bedside cabinet, I’m an avid reader but tonight I open it up and just stare at the pages. So unlike me, especially when it’s the a Colleen Hoover like this one is. Really, I’m not even able to focus on the words, they’re swimming in front of my eyes. Perhaps I ought to swap to an audio book, that might soothe me whilst I wait.

I had done this with every choice I made, every time I went back to Victor, every lie I told and every secret I kept. The sun went down. The house grew dark except for the lamp beside his chair. He was still reading, the book nearly finished now, and I was sitting on the couch with my knees pulled up to my chest, waiting. I didn't know what I was waiting for anymore. An explosion. A confrontation. Some kind of release from the terrible pressure of his silence. But it didn't come. He just kept turning pages, and I just kept watching him, and the night stretched on forever. Is this my new life now??

So, this was the reason he had refused to go public with our relationship all these years. All that talk about waiting for the firm to stabilize, waiting for the right time, waiting until he could give me a secure life before going public—it was all a lie. Without even knowing it, I had been the other woman. I forced a bitter smile and looked them both straight in the eye. "Fine. Okay. I'll leave you two to it." With that, I bent down, gathered my personal belongings from the floor, and prepared to leave. "Hold on." Louis suddenly called out, stopping me.

“I like you as much as you like me.” The butterflies in my stomach did multiple backflips in excitement. My cheeks burned so red, I had to look away before he saw me blush. “Let's..” I cleared my throat. “My books are in the living room, we should go.” He stepped back and followed behind me as I walked towards the living room. Oh Lord, is this a dream? I pinched my hand twice to wake up but my eyes opened wide and Conrad was still sitting beside me. “Let's start with Statistics.” I began, flipping through the pages even though I saw nothing.

He smirked, his lips close to my ear as he whispered in a teasing tone, “Why not, Lily? You said you’re mine… didn’t you?” “Y-Yes, b-but that’s not why I’m waiting for you. Th-there’s something more important than that,” I said. Wade pulled away from the hug and smirked. “What did you find inside my private library?” “Huh?” I pretended to sound surprised, though inside my chest felt like it was about to shatter from anxiety. I forced an innocent expression as if I knew nothing about what he was implying. “I-I said I saw some limited edition books, that’s why I stayed there for a while. Other than the books on the shelves I looked at, I didn’t do anything else… I just passed the time while wa

I said in a stern voice and he nodded. “I deserve that and I will wait no matter how long it takes for you to forgive me. I am trying to find out the person who framed you and I'm not getting any closer to it.” He ran his hands through his hair in frustration and his eyes fell on my pregnancy book. Fuck! “What is this?” He had a confused look in his face. “A book?” I replied and it sounded more like a question. “It’s a pregnancy book. What are you doing with it?” I started to stutter and quickly come up with a lie.

3RD POV: It was Friday, the release of Lydia's book. The books were in all the stores, and there were a bunch of people waiting outside of the different branches in all the Miller restaurants in the cool breeze of the morning waiting patiently for the doors to be opened in order to purchase a copy or more. The media had just arrived at 7 a.m and were baffled by the amount of people present, they instantly began to record and interview a few bystanders. "I am so excited to read the book! I want to know everything Lydia Miller has been through and everything Mrs King has done to her. That's why I am up early to purchase a copy." A female who looked to be in her late teens and early twenties sa

Chapter 155 Shania adjusted the stack of books in her arms as she stepped into the cozy library at the foundation’s headquarters. This had quickly become her favorite spot to retreat to, a quiet space where stories lived and dreams flourished. A part of her still marveled at how far things had come. The library was bustling with activity as kids and young adults flipped through pages of novels and textbooks. Shania watched a young girl named Tasha animatedly discuss a book with her peers, her shy demeanor replaced by an infectious enthusiasm.

Thirty minutes, maybe less. Elara stood in the hallway near the library, a book open in her hands, her eyes not reading a single word. Her palms were slick with sweat. She wiped them on her dress and tried to steady her breathing. This is stupid. This is reckless. If she catches me… She forced the thought down before it could finish. She'd been lying for weeks. One more lie wouldn't kill her. The familiar click of Windsor's heels echoed down the corridor, heading toward the east. Elara waited until the sound faded, then moved.