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I removed the leathered clothes I wore from the training and climbed in the bed covering myself in the white sheets trying my best to get to sleep in order to forget what I saw. It came to me that I forgot to blow the candle. I sat down and blew the candle. After doing that I came back to the same sleeping position, covering myself with sheets once more. I tried to close my eyes for a moment and opened it after about six minutes and suddenly saw that the candle was lighted. I never felt or heard Cyrvian came in! I got curious so I removed the sheets from my face just covering my lower part instead. I almost jumped out of bed when I saw HIM--

Chapter 105 UNEARTHING THE TRUTH ELENA, The folder lay on my kitchen table, its plain manila cover deceptively innocuous. But I knew, the moment my eyes landed on it, that it wasn’t just a folder. It was a Pandora’s box, filled with secrets meant to bury me. I didn’t want to touch it. Didn’t want to know what was inside. Yet my hands moved without my permission, reaching out, fingers trembling as I peeled back the cover.

With a steadying breath, she pushed open the door and stepped inside, the promise of what lay inside the parcel filling her with a sense of eager anticipation. Claire sat at her desk, the parcel resting before her like a tantalizing mystery waiting to be unraveled. Her fingers danced over the satin ribbon, anticipation coursing through her veins as she prepared to unveil its contents. With a steady hand, she delicately untied the bow, the ribbon falling away to reveal the treasure hidden within. As she lifted the lid, her breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding with excitement and uncertainty. Nestled within the tissue paper lay a note, its bold, confident letters commanding her atte

“My family helped fund this university for a reason. Our own archives are here, kept separate from human eyes.” Before Nate could question what that meant, Kieran reached out and pressed a seemingly random sequence of carved flourishes on the wooden frame. With a soft, deep click that resonated more like a heavy lock disengaging than a bookshelf moving, the entire unit swung inward, revealing not a dusty closet, but a breathtaking expanse.

But she knows she can’t wait any longer. With trembling hands, Isabella opens the file, her eyes scanning the pages quickly. At first, it looks like nothing more than standard legal documents, but as she reads further, her eyes widen in disbelief. There’s a connection between David and someone she didn’t expect—an old associate who had been involved in her case. It’s not much, but it’s enough to lead her to a new trail, one that could finally expose the depths of David’s corruption.

Liam’s POV I looked at her from head to toe, taking in the details of her entire outfit. She was wearing a long black corset dress with a high slit in the front that had ruffles on the side. She had light makeup on, and her hair was done into a messy bun with two strands dropping from the center of the hair, falling on either side of her face, and she accessorized with gold jewelry, from her earrings down to her shoes that brought out the sparkle of the hazelnut color in her eyes.

It felt like a lifetime ago, yet the question of how she got hold of it and why remains unanswered. I push myself off the wall I was leaning on. My steps are slow, almost hesitant, as I cross the plush carpet into the other side of the office. I lift the weighty financial reports, revealing the file beneath. My fingers trace the worn edge of the envelope. I’ve seen it, touched it even, during the initial frenzy. But I’ve never actually gone through it. Not thoroughly. A strange curiosity wakes in me and I decide to get it over with. I pull the file free, the paper rustling softly. My breath catches. Inside, nestled among a few other seemingly random papers, is a single, stark sheet. It’s old

He even found a bizarre painting in which a man, dressed in all black and wearing a hood, aimed his arrowhead and killed a wolf more enormous than a human. The basement is quite unusual because usually, the basement is damp, but the opposite happened at Grandpa's house. The basement was arranged like a study room, all of Grandpa's ancient collections were neatly arranged there, and the place was warm. He had also read strange books, such as The Legend of Hansel and Gretel, Witch Hunts, and so on, but in the form of ancient manuscripts and not story books! Matthew could only sigh when Clare's intention to stay there became passionate after he conveyed the existence of these objects.

It was a bank alert. His account had been unfrozen. Lucas straightened slightly in his seat, staring at the screen like he wasn’t sure he had read it right. For two months plus, everything had been locked, cut off, controlled. Then suddenly, “It’s back,” he muttered. Alex glanced at him. “What is back?” “My account,” Lucas said, still confused. “It’s been unfrozen.” Alex’s grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly. That was fast and unexpected. Before either of them could process it, Lucas’s phone buzzed again with another call. Lucas frowned at the screen and muttered, “Emily.”

She reached out for the envelope and ripped it open in one go. With hasty fingers, she dug her hands to pull out the paper which was warm to touch. Her hands shook as she pulled out the papers, her eyes scanning the contents with a mix of trepidation. But as she looked at the paper, she realized she was staring at the wrong side of it. Her heart raced with anxiousness as she tried to turn it over, her fingers fumbling with the page. As she turned the page over, a cold fear spread through her body. Her hands trembled and her heart raced like a wild animal. She felt like she was going to throw up. The words on the page blurred together, but she knew she had to keep reading. She was trap