Max has never admitted to anyone that he dreams about his past, snippets of dreams about people he’s sure are his parents… reading him a book, raising him up in the air, calling him another name he can’t remember… They seemed happy. So why did he find himself growing up at an orphanage?
Celine is always haunted by the event that changed her life forever, her sister getting taken. When her sister disappeared, she wished it had been her instead. They said she was dead, but she knew deep in her heart that her sister was still alive. Haunted by her past, she navigates her day-to-day tasks like a sleeping robot, waiting to be awakened by the right operator.
Two individuals, thrown together by fate whose secrets might destroy the fabric of their existence. Will they find the love lurking in the shadows or will it remain elusive?
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Some dialogue and instances might be familiar if you’ve read Clara’s Mystery, but this is all from Max’s perspective, and this book runs alongside the same timeline as the first book. 
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Celine swallowed the lump in her throat and touched her lips with the tip of her tongue. It was probably a bad idea because Max just moved his gaze to her lips as his pupils dilated. 
Her heart thumped a little faster, and she felt like a deer caught in the headlights. She could not look away. She could feel the tension in the air and could feel her control slipping. In her mind, she was kissing those lips right now while she stared longingly.
The server came while they were staring at each other, too caught up in the moment, forgetting they were at the restaurant, figuring out the next thing to do. 
Get out of there and continue the seduction, or let the tension build until the end of the night?
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Max's Revelation - Orphan Trilogy

After her first major heartbreak, Tory got inspired to come up with her own clothing line. Ever since design school, she’s been designing her own clothes anyway. Why not make them mainstream and sell them to whoever wants the clothes? Her friends had been supportive of her and wore several of her dresses to their parties, so she knew that these women were not joking when they said they liked it. They liked it enough to be caught dead in it, so that was a good sign. 


At home, they patted her head and said, ‘That’s nice, sweetie,’ when she told her family about her plans, but nothing was stopping her. Tory would not let their lackluster approval bring her down. The only people who were genuinely happy for her were her nanny, the maids she always talked to, and her bodyguard. 


The Transformation