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And this included the production of paper (or rather the lack thereof), in all its forms: currency, documents, books—you name it, and it’s been digitized. There still remained a demand for actual paper—usually for spell work or research purposes—but it’s a small and very exclusive market. Because the trees that are used to make paper have to be grown in special farms, the price of a single page made using the new method would be twenty dollars, at least. To make a book out of it would cost you more than a thousand dollars. But to gild it in gold and have a real leather cover? Not to mention, the obvious antiquity of the hardbound volume and the numerous spells Jester could sense encrypting t

"I was hoping to complete the chapter I started earlier today." I shook my head. "No, sweetheart. Give yourself a break." Did I mention that she had published her book? We worked together with the marketing, and she said this was the most she had ever sold. She was climbing charts, and I had never been more proud of a person. As a gift, I opened a book store in her name within the pack. Now she had her own small group of fans here. Muna crawled out of the bed and came to me. I had been standing, watching them all these while.

Get him out of the industry! [Full support for Tiffany going solo and making real music!] She concluded by announcing she was opening her independent studio and cutting ties with my company. "I'll make authentic music," she said. "It will be hard, but I have Pierre and our child. That's good enough." The internet detonated, crowning me the ultimate villain. Company phones rang nonstop. Several promising young artists I had mentored sent subtle messages through their agents, hinting at contract termination. They feared being tainted by association with "the tyrannical capitalist".

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Ellie's Pov Months later everything felt different but good. My book came out under a fake name. No one knew it was me except Jax and my editor. He pushed me to send it to publishers when I was too scared. He read every chapter first and said it was the hottest thing he ever read. He said people needed stories like mine. When the sales numbers came in he held me tight on the couch and whispered that I did it. The book was a bestseller. Women wrote online about how it made them feel seen. I smiled every time the numbers went up.

, his fingers tracing the intricate designs on the cover. I smiled, remembering the countless hours I had spent in high school devouring this novel. It was the only one I loved back then, and it seemed he liked it too. “You like Mark Stephens?” I whispered. Matt nodded, his eyes sparkling. “I don't just like him. I love him,” he whispered. “The way he weaves words, it's like magic.”

If I wasn’t lying in bed, I was either scrolling through my phone, reading books, watching movies, taking care of Akeila, or finding random ways to entertain myself. Mikee still hadn’t visited the house because she was busy with work. She was a veterinarian—a doctor for animals. Honestly, it didn’t suit her party-girl image at all. She looked like someone who spent her life clubbing and vacationing somewhere expensive, but surprisingly, she had a respectable career. As for Ate Akisha, she mostly stayed at home resting. The mansion was huge enough for us to avoid each other, and that was exactly what I did. I stayed out of her way because I knew one wrong conversation could easily turn into a

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If my dad knew one thing, it was designer. I gave her mine last. It’s like she knew it was going to be something meaningful. Everyone got quiet and watched her as she slowly unwrapped the huge book. I’d worked weeks on it. Ever since I’d gotten that picture of her parents .. it made me think she would appreciate something like this. It was a memory book of sorts. Kind of like a scrap book. I’d secretly asked Bridge to help me find the book itself. And she did not disappoint. She’d found it at some craft store and the thing was huge.