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"Y-Yeah... why?" "Maybe there are clues in the notes. Is it still with you?" "I threw it away," she said, then switched the T.V. channel. She doesn't like late night shows anymore. More dramas and nonsense shows. "Oh," her friend said regretfully. "Keep the notes next time. You know... maybe one of these days he might introduce himself in a note." "His name is Third. That's always on the note, eh." "So, do you know anyone who has the same name?"

I could make good use of this space. For the rest of the afternoon, I browsed through the shelves, through books I had read, and made a note of their names on my phone to read them later. Eros had good taste in books and had arranged the books properly, which I was careful enough to not mess up. But did he get the time to read any of these?

I said, punctuating the last word with a smile, then walked upstairs to my room Bitch!! But the moment I closed the door to my room, I opened it again and stepped outside, deciding that today would be a great day to read the third book in the Born in Trilogy. I followed the hallway to the library, humming quietly, as I traced the stack of books until I got the one I was looking for. Born in shame, by Nora Roberts. There. You might be a way better company than anyone else in this house. I took the book and turned on my heels but stopped when I saw Damian leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest.

"You're a miracle worker. Whatever you gave me is pure gold." The bathroom door was open, with fresh towels folded neatly on the counter. Servants must've come in while I was out cold. There was a new stack of books on the nightstand—probably to keep me from going crazy with boredom. I reached for the top one excitedly. The cover was simple leather, the title embossed plainly: Eternal Bonds. Sounded harmless enough. Maybe some sweet fantasy romance. I flipped it open to a random page and started reading.

Too happy to oblige, and I swiftly return to the Duke's office, standing in front of the bookshelf, trying to decide what book would show-off my 21st Century education. 18 My eyes fall on Homer's "The Odyssey." Perfect! I snatch the leather-bound book and return to the bedroom. Once inside, Bryce is sitting on a wooden seat with an empty stool beside him. He is sitting close to one of the burning candles on a floor stand. "What book had you chosen?" "'The Odyssey,' my lord," I tell him, trying to keep my voice neutral and bored. I do not want to give away my eagerness to prove my higher education. "Very well. Sit, and you may begin," Bryce states while studying me curiously. I can

Note: Hey lovelies, i hope you love what you are reading so far. Well, this is another exciting book which might be turned into a trilogy if y'all show to love it so much. Happy reading.... Xoxo!!! The Wrong Woman for The Mafia Lord THREE YEARS AGO

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

Her eyes burned with fury as she hollered, "Where is she? She doesn't even bother to clean the house! It took us a great deal to come all the way here, yet she doesn't even want to show up! "Oh, my poor Andy! How unfortunate of you to have married such a useless woman." Hearing this, Andrew grew increasingly agitated, the joy he had shown when he first arrived completely gone from his eyes. He kicked open the bedroom door. A musty smell hit him, and he immediately covered his nose and mouth, grimacing in disgust. Pulling out a document from his bag, he tossed it onto the table and began, "Jovana, come out. I'm not in the mood to argue. It's been three years—you should know better by now.

Don began the third book in earnest in January of the seventeenth year. The preparation had been months since September of the previous year — not the reading programme of the trip preparations, which had been the outward accumulation, the filling of the self with what the place would require. The preparation for the third book was inward: the reading of the journals, both of them, across sixteen years.

***This is the third installment of the ‘His’ Series. There are characters in this book that is mentioned in books one and two. If you haven’t read those books, some of the background information might not make sense. Please enjoy! Leave comments and reviews! I do read them!*** Isaiah POV