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Did that mean Castle had written something here too?

Theohad specifically advised me to read the dog-eared pages because he said the other entries were irrelevant. Looking at the first few entries, I realized he wasn’t joking when he said it bored the hell outta him. There wasn’t anything interesting that the ancestors had written.

I skipped to the middle pages of the journal.

Aster Montgomery.

I tried to recall if I heard that name before.

Was this Castle’s mother?

I started reading from the first page, but the pages were all detailing about school life, and college, and other not-so-important events in her life. I skimmed some more pages until I found the juicy parts. The page had a small red star scrawled on it with a pen.

I don’t know long I’ve been in this bed, thinking about ending this madness that runs in my family.

My father wouldn’t listen.

Innocent lives have been sacrificed; people have died for some sick rituals. I need my dad to stop. I need him to understand that this wasn’t how I want life to go on.

Sometimes I wish I could just run away far from here. Sometimes I sit by the lake and stare into the water, wishing I had the guts to jump into it. The blue, serene water calms me down somehow. It feels like a soothing balm to my loneliness.

If I jump into the lake, it would all end then, wouldn’t it?

The pain and the sufferings would be gone.

But I am a coward and can’t bring myself to commit suicide.

Dad wants me to get married soon as I am turning twenty-five, but I don’t want to as I know the man that my father has chosen to marry me.

Terrance Briggs is nice, sweet, intelligent, and kind. He makes me smile, and his family is as influential as mine. I went on a few dates with him, just to make my father happy.

I like him, but that spark is missing.

He doesn’t make my insides turn to molten; he doesn’t make me laugh until I have tears in my eyes, and he isn’t as handsome as a movie star.

Christopher is all those things. And more.

It’s too bad Christopher was born on the wrong side of the blanket.

The wrong side of the town.

He is a servant on the Montgomery estate.

The sounds of loud thumping of footsteps made me shut the journal quickly and hide it beneath my pillow. A soft knock on the door broke into the silence.

“Come inside.”

Penelope stepped inside the room. She looked at me, her eyes never straying to Castle’s half-naked form on the bed or his hand holding me, crushing me possessively against him. I bet she routinely encountered far more compromising situations with her other masters, so this didn’t faze her.

“Good Morning, Ms. Millicent. Mr. Devin has asked for you and Mr. Castle to be ready in twenty-minutes. He said you were going with him to the Montgomery head office.”

I sighed. I’d completely forgotten about the board meeting he wanted me to join.

I gave her a nod. “Tell him we’ll be ready. Also, please send in the breakfast.”

I wasn’t interested in going for this stupid board meeting. I preferred being cooped up in this bedroom and reading the journal.

There were so many secrets still waiting to be uncovered.

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