Chapter 4
I woke up in what looked like a hotel room, head spinning like I had just gotten off a rollercoaster. A dull ache pounded behind my eyes. The sterile scent of antiseptic mixed with something warm-coffee maybe-hung in the air. I instinctively reached out for the area where the syringe had been inserted. My skin was sore, tender. It still hurt.
The ordeal of yesterday was definitely one I was not forgetting soon. I still hoped it was all a dream and I would wake up by the side of my husband, wrapped and comfortable in his arms.
I blinked slowly, taking in my surroundings. Cream walls, dark velvet curtains drawn halfway and a white bed across mine with sheets smoother than anything I’d seen in weeks.
“But wait, did the mystery man abduct me for himself?” I shouldn’t have trusted the man who promised me forever, not to mention a stranger I met yesterday.
I turned to my side, trying to sit up.
“You’ve been out for two days”, a male voice interrupted, cutting short my inquiries.
There he was - the mystery man. Sitting on the chair by the window, arms crossed.
My heart skipped a bit when our eyes met. He was tall and had a banging model body. Dressed in grey sweatpants and a sweatshirt rolled up to his elbow, revealing his muscular forearms, his hair covering one side of his forehead as his dark blue eyes locked into mine.
“What?”. “T–T–Two days??” I asked with a look of confusion.
He nodded, barely interested.
“Where am I? And who are you? Why did you save me?”. I stared deep into the face of the man who had now unmasked himself.
I instinctively scanned my body and found out the clothes I wore when I was thrown out had been removed. In their place was a loose cotton T-shirt and joggers-clean, soft, unfamiliar.
“Did you—?”
He cut me off, rising slowly to his feet. “Easy…slow down. I didn’t touch you. I got someone to change your clothes.” He said, erasing all my suspicions.
I exhaled, in a mix of relief and shame.
“Thank you for saving me, but who are you?” I asked one more time.
“Who I am is not your business. I’d have left you here, but you took so long to wake up. I wanted to make sure you’d be fine at least. You can now leave.” He said coldly, not meeting my eyes, like I wasn’t his burden to bear.
His answer stung. Dismissive and cold.
Bold of me to think I was important to a stranger. I couldn’t help but notice the bandage on his palm. He must have gotten injured from the fight that broke out two days ago.
I moved toward him slowly, “Please let me help–”
Pulling away from me so swiftly, like I could infect him with a disease, “Don’t touch me.” The words were sharp, venom-laced. I don’t need your sympathy. I already booked a ticket out of the city for you. Take it and leave,” his jaw and fist tightening at the end of his statement.
His face was blank with unreadable eyes, not showing any emotion.
I recoiled, more hurt than I wanted to admit.
I guess I overstepped. Or I was already a burden to him.
He reached out for the remote and turned on the TV as he lay back on the chair. I followed his gaze reluctantly.
A newscaster read, “Billionaire Zane Wesley's wedding location is still kept secret from the public, trust us to stream it live for you when we discover–”
“Wedding location?” I turned to look at him, but it seemed he already knew, by the expression on his face.
“Zane is getting married?!”, I placed my hands on top of my head as the words of the newscaster continued to slice through my skin like blades.
I wanted to believe I had misheard it. That this was some cruel misunderstanding.
“But then we can’t avoid the question on the nation’s lips. “Where is Zara Smith in the midst of all these?” The newscaster continued.
“I heard they had divorced days ago,” another added.
“Must be sad and–” The mystery man who had refused to tell me his name switched off the TV, cutting the newscaster short.
“It won’t do you any good listening to anything about Zane,” He said, this time with concern in his voice.
“That’s why I already arranged for you to leave the city, lady”. He said with a tone of finality.
The voices of the newscasters were still hovering in my head, so I couldn’t pay full attention to what he was saying. A storm of disbelief and humiliation swelled inside me. I was no longer the muse with shiny hair and a million-dollar smile. I was now someone talked about on national television, dragged into headlines and shows I never consented to. Not for a good thing but for shame and betrayal.
A thousand expectations, a thousand sacrifices, a thousand memories, but I was easily discarded like an expired product.
“Where is the location? Where is Zane getting married?” I asked, facing him.
“Do you really want to go there? Can you handle it?” a man, once cold now looked caring, leaving me confused.
“Yes, please take me there.”
“I need to see this for myself.”
“Okay, but you will need a disguise. You don’t want the media swarming all over you”. He reached into the wardrobe and brought out a pair of black jeans, a black hoodie, and a black cap.
“Put these on”, he said, handing me the clothes, then pointed to the bathroom.
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Later that day at the wedding venue.
“Do you take Elora Shane to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and–” the voice of the priest greeted me as I arrived on the scene where my ex-husband planned to seal his betrayal. The garden was massive. White roses and gold ribbons hung around the pillars like reminders of wealth and control. Guests murmured in expensive silk and tuxedos, while bouncers stood like statues. From the far back, I watched the man that promised me forever, betray me for good.
I suddenly started to feel dizzy. Maybe I was still distraught from the terror two days ago. I still needed rest. As I tried to get my footing, a few media people noticed me at the back, where I was. I immediately knew I was in trouble. They rushed towards me with their microphones and cameras. It was total humiliation that I had never experienced before.
“Zara! Zara, is it true you were divorced just days before the wedding?”
“How do you feel seeing Zane marry Elora?”
“What happened to your marriage?”
Their voices around me blurred into a dull roar as I fell to the ground and everything went dark.
Chapter 5
A soft beeping. Cold sheets. The scent of antiseptic. I stirred my eyes slowly, fluttering opening to fluorescent lights that stung.
“Hello, ma’am, can you hear me?” A voice echoed in my head, muffled, like it was trying to reach me through water. A nurse’s blurred figure came into view- dressed in pale blue scrubs, hair pulled back, clipboard in hand, eyes kind but cautious.
“Yes… I can”, I groaned in pain, my throast dry, each word escaping slowly.
The nurse smiled faintly, but it didn’t last long. She flipped through the chart in her hand, lips pressed into a nervous line.
“You were rushed here, ma’am, by a man. Thank God he came on time. It could have led to a more serious case, ma’am.” She scanned through a file she held in her hands.
“Why didn’t you treat yourself after the miscarriage, ma’am? Can I meet your husband? Where is he?”. The nurse asked, searching my face for answers I didn’t have.
“Wait—Mis what–?” I rose gently from the bed as I tried to understand what the nurse had just said.
My heart stopped. The room spun slightly.
I blinked fast.
“Are you sure you’re reading my chart, nurse?”. “I was never pregnant–how could I–?”.
The nurse didn’t correct me.
She didn’t have to.
In that single moment, a wave of understanding slammed into me. My eyes widened as I thought back.
I covered my open mouth with my fingers at the sudden realisation of the fact that I had not seen my period for the past month. The unshakable fatigue. The dizziness I had blamed on stress. No. No. No.
This couldn’t be happening.
The nurse hesitated for a moment before finally breaking the silence. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but the result of our examination here shows that you lost your baby two days ago. Your lack of adequate rest and medicine made you dizzy and fatigued, and made you pass out”.
The hospital room fell silent as I slowly moved my shaky hands to my belly, rubbing it back and forth in disbelief that I carried a child who would never get to call me “mummy”. I continued rubbing my aching stomach as though I could conjure a heartbeat, a movement or a kick that could tell me it wasn’t true.
But there was nothing.
Tears that had been lurking in my eyes now came gushing out uncontrollably.
The nurse held me back the moment I started rubbing my belly harder in a way that could hurt me because in that moment, I didn’t care about myself; I just wanted my baby back.
“Bring back my baby!” I screamed at the nurse.
“P—p—pleaseeeee!” I wrestled with her as she tried to keep me calm and console me, clearly to no avail.
“Arghhhhhh!” I thundered in pain.
This time, a figure who looked like the grandfather I hadn’t seen in years rushed into the room.
He was still the handsome grandpa I knew. Stern-looking but kind. In his usual casual wear of a shirt and shorts, he moved closer to me.
“Zara, Zara, my baby,” he brushed my hair, soaked with sweat, aside.
“I’m so sorry,” he continued with teary eyes.
“I’m so sorry it took me this long to show myself to you. But I have been watching over you since you left the mansion two years ago. You were my baby and will always be my baby. I couldn’t leave you by yourself with that Zane.”
“Look at what he has done to you.” He shook his head, regretfully.
Tears ran down my cheeks in torrents. I wept till my lungs no longer knew how to draw breath. It felt as though this was the end of me.
“A man I met outside directed me to you. He said I should give this to you.” He handed me the ticket out of the city that I left in the hotel room.
“Zara, I know you renounced your legacy, but please let me help you out of this mess.” He took my hand close to his chest.
“Go where you can forget about all these and start a new life. You don’t have to live in the shadow of your mistakes.”
“Tell me anything you need, I’d grant it, my dear.” He said.
Wiping the tears away from my red, blazing eye, I said, “I want just one thing”.
“Revenge on the people that did this to me.”
Chapter 6
Zara's POV
“Is the car ready?” I turned to look at my sweaty assistant, who had been running up and down to make sure I made it early to the event later today.
I had put so much pressure on Mia because tonight must go as planned. I must show the city and people who took me with levity that the queen is back.
I hurried towards the car, only to be stopped by a tall figure in front of me. I looked up and, almost blinded by the sun, I had to shield my eyes with my hands.
“Who are you and why are you in my way?” I asked the figure in front of me.
“I have been waiting for you. I know what you’re planning, but I can propose a better way.” He said, looking right into my eyes.
He looked like he knew what he was saying, so I let him continue.
“I am Leo Armstrong. Your secret investor”. He stretched out his hand to give me a handshake.
I immediately recognized that scar on his palm.
“Wait…. Are you that mystery man?”
With shock written all over me, “The man that saved me three years ago?”
“You’re right?”. He said with a smile.
The once cold mystery man could actually let out a smile. I had known I had a secret investor in my business but all our efforts to meet him had proven futile. He had been popularly referred to as the ghost investor in the corporate world. With his help, Z.S. Empire had taken shape over the years.
I wondered what he would want with me and why he was helping me.
Now I had the chance to get answers.
“I know you have a lot of questions.”
“Can we talk over tea?” He directed me to a nearby cafe where we went and placed our order.
As we waited, I couldn’t help but notice how handsome this man, Leo, actually looked. His eyes, lips, and muscles were calling out to me.
I knew I shouldn’t be distracted, but three years without a man, someone to hold or someone to call my lover, had been difficult. I sometimes found myself zoning away from the present and just got lost in admiration.
“Here you go”. His voice interrupted my thoughts as he placed my tea on the table in front of me.
“Thank you,” I said with a smile, my eyes avoiding his.
“Oh please, you can be comfortable with me. I don’t bite”. He chuckled and sipped his tea.
“How did you know my plan for tonight”?
“That’s not important, Zara. What’s more important is my proposal, which would be a better way to bring Zane and the entire Wesley Group down”. He said
“Wesley?” I asked, confused as to why it’s not just Zane.
“The fight is way deeper than you think, Zara. Zane and the entire Wesley Group have not only wronged you but me and many others who have been victims of their greed and love for money and power.”
Safe to say I wasn’t surprised because where else would Zane have learnt to use people for his own ambitions?
“Hmmm. Okay, but why do you need me, and why do I need you?” I asked, looking right into his eyes this time.
“ I know you’re an heiress and you’ve built your own successful company, but the grounds we are going to tread upon to bring our enemies down require alliances. Zane understood this and used it two times.”
I took a sip of my tea at this point to avoid the embarrassment that came with that statement.
“I didn’t mean to bring back hurtful memories,” He said with concerned eyes.
“It’s okay,” I smiled back at him.
“So, to my proposal, will you marry me?”
I mistakenly spilled my tea all over my blouse as I was bringing it to my mouth on hearing his words.
“Marry you?”I asked as I wiped the tea off me.
“Yes, marry me.” He said with unflinching eyes as though marriage wasn’t a big deal to him.
“But here’s the thing,” He continued.
“We wouldn't actually get married, but right here, we would have a fake engagement so people would think we are a couple.” He said like he already had it all planned out without my permission.
Still confused like when the conversation began, “Are we not moving too fast? I haven’t even met Zane yet. I don’t know what’s going on yet. I planned to reveal myself as the investor Zane has been waiting for tonight before I…”
Interrupting me, he said, “I know Zara, and that would still happen tonight, but like I said, my proposal will make it stronger. We need this alliance to bring the entire Wesley group down. You and I.”
“So again, Zara Smith, will you marry me?”
“Yes,” I said with uncertainty written all over me.
He pulled out a diamond ring instantly and put it on my middle finger.
Before I could admire the ring or make sense of the fact that I had just accepted the proposal of a man I barely knew, the paparazzi appeared and started to take pictures.
He pulled me up and into himself and made faces at me like a man in love would make to his lover. I smiled back at him, not being able to resist how funny the whole scene was.
It seems I’m engaged!
Chapter 7
Zara’s POV
“Please come with me, ma’am,” a hotel staffer said, his voice calm but professional as he gestured towards a private. The soft carpet rubbed my heels as I followed him down the hallway. The crystal chandeliers above us glittered like constellations, reminding me of just how high the stakes were tonight.
As I approached the room, my breath hitched slightly, not from nerves but sheer disbelief.
Standing there, where I didn’t expect him to be, was Zane.
For a moment, I froze. The man I once gave my heart to–the man who shattered it like it didn’t matter- was here. Not that I still felt something for him. I did not. The sight of him didn’t hurt. It didn’t weaken my knees or twist my stomach like it used to. Instead, it steadied me and grounded my resolve. He was nothing more than a symbol of hate, betrayal, and greed- a ghost of the woman I used to be.
I had healed, or so I’d like to tell myself.
Just then, Mia rushed in, slightly breathless from walking quickly in heels, “Miss Zara, these are the questions for the panel session,” she said as she handed me my tablet.
I scanned the pages but didn’t see what I was looking for. None of them would make Zane squirm in his seat. I needed to answer a question I knew would shock Zane, and that mistress turned wife of his. Because tonight wasn’t just business. It was vindication.
I need to make him regret losing me before I begin to destroy him and take everything he has.
Mia returned to the event host to deliver the modifications I asked for.
She forgot to leave my tablet with me.
As I stepped out into the corridor to go retrieve it from her, an unwanted figure appeared in front of me again.
“Zara?” His voice was low, incredulous, almost mocking. He scanned my body from head to toe, taking in every inch like he was trying to place who I had become. His brows furrowed as though my transformation shocked him.
I rolled my eyes at him, trying to walk past him, but he was not done with me yet.
“What are you doing here?”
Without giving me a chance to speak, “ Wait—don’t tell me. Which rich man are you trying to seduce around here?”
He chuckled, releasing an ugly shallow sound, “ I couldn’t expect more from a nobody, written off by this city three years ago.” His voice laced with condescension.
“You must think you can regain favors in the eyes of the attendees tonight, but let me warn you, the people that'll be here tonight are high-profile people that could never blink twice at low lives like you,” he sneered, glancing towards the grand ballroom.
I stood there giving him a long, disappointed look. I wondered how someone couldn’t have changed a bit after such a long time.
I shook my head at him and tried to make my way out of his presence, unwilling to waste more of my energy. I wasn’t ready for him. It wasn’t time. I also had to preserve the little energy I had left tonight
“Have you seen Leo?” I asked Mia as I approached her, trying to shift my focus. My so-called “fiancé” was nowhere in sight.
Maybe he realized his proposal was too extreme and ridiculous, so he decided to call it off. Way to go, though.
I stood there in the lobby of the hotel, scanning the crowd, and trying to catch a glimpse of him. Then, I felt a presence behind me, warm and familiar.
“Missing me already, babe?”. His voice, teasing as he playfully placed his arms around my waist.
I turned back to him with a raised brow. “Babe?”
“Yes, babe,” he smirked. “People are watching. We have to make them believe this, right?” He locked eyes with mine.
Before I could remove myself from him, he leaned in, almost placing a kiss on my cheek. I quickly wrapped my arm around him in a side hug instead, before he could put me in an awkward position.
He smiled softly. “This is pure business, Zara. You don’t need to feel uncomfortable”.
“It’s time, sir.” A young man in a suit called out to Leo.
Leo took my arm in his with a gentle but confident grip. “Don’t be afraid, I’m with you”. He said reassuringly.
My smile deepened. “I’m not the one who should be afraid. They’re the ones who should be afraid”.
“Let’s get those riffraffs”, he said, his voice like silk laced with venom.
We were led into the grand ballroom filled with expensive-looking people. Chandeliers bathed the crowd in golden light. Diamonds sparkled on dresses, and glasses clinked softly with champagne. Every guest present was clearly at the top of their field. Cameras flashed and reporters whispered behind their laptops, and waiters were professionally stationed.
This was my life again, and I was mentally prepared for it.
My eyes narrowed as I saw Zane and his glittering second wife as they walked into the room
The host mounted the stage with theatrical flair. “Ladies and Gentlemen, highly esteemed guests–without further ado, let’s get into the most awaited moment of the year!”.
“Drum roll, please!”
“Welcome to the Company Owners’ and Investors’ Annual Summit.” Following his statement was a roaring clap throughout the room.
“Let’s start by introducing our owners one by one, then we will have the panel session of the investors.”
“Are you ready?!” He screamed with everyone shouting “Yes” at the top of their voices.
I was more than irritated when Zane and his bitch of a wife were introduced as company owners and high-profile people. They beamed like royalty, completely unaware their world was about to crumble. Only if they knew, they wouldn’t have been smiling so much.
Later, it was time for the unveiling. Arm in arm with my fiancé, we were led to the front row. Every step echoed like prophecy.
“And to the moment we have been waiting for,” the host boomed. “It’s time to introduce our investors.”
“First on the list is someone new to the scene, and she goes by the pseudonym Z.S.”
“Z.S.?” The host looked around.
That was my cue.
I rose from my seat, my heels clicking with power as I slowly walked up to the stage. I intentionally scanned the crowd to make sure Zane had seen me. He looked so confused, his face pale, like he had seen a ghost. I smiled and waved at the crowd before taking my seat at the panel.
The other investors were called up, but the focus had shifted. Z.S. lit a fire in the room,
“Now we would begin the panel session. Thank you”. The host said.
“Is it true the startup you invested in last year is now valued at $1 billion, and your name is not even in the papers?”. He asked, turning to me.
“Yes, and I plan to fund even more female-owned businesses this year,” I said proudly.
“Female?” the host blinked.
“Is there a reason why they must be female-owned?” He asked curiously.
I leaned into my seat slightly. “I am passionate about helping women who have nothing and are trying to build something up by themselves and for themselves.”
“Is there a story behind this passion?” He asks further.
“Yes”
I paused for a minute, just enough to be dramatic whilst turning my head in Zane’s direction. “Three years ago, I was married but brutally betrayed and cut off. I had to build myself up from scratch.”
Zane’s face was drained of colour. His wife stiffened beside him, loudly uncomfortable.
Zane looked at me as though begging me not to reveal his name and identity to the world.
“Do you care to reveal who your ex might be?” the host asked.
I smiled softly.
Looking in Zane’s direction again, “He…He…would be revealed later,” I turned back to the host.
“Okay. To my last question,” He scrolled to the end of the question page. He suddenly paused, his eyes widening.
“Is–is it true you’re the true heir to Smith Holdings?” He asked with so much shock written all over him.
The entire room gasped. Then murmurs filled the room.
I chuckled and nodded my head gently.
This time, many reporters rushed to the front with their cameras, trying to get a picture of me. The flash of their camera lit up like a thunderstorm. Murmurs had turned to chaos.
I shot Zane that look again. He stared hard at me with his eyeballs bulging like they were about to fall off. He looked like a man who’d seen his entire empire crumble in one night. His lips parted, but no words came out.
I locked eyes with him, raised my chin, and smiled—a smile sharp enough to cut through his skin.
Everyone rose as the event had come to an end, with the room filled with uproar at the shock that the true heiress of Smith Holdings was back.
And she was me.
Chapter 8
Zara’s POV
The lights from the camera flashes hit me like lightning as Leo and I stepped out of the ballroom. The air was heavy outside with the roar of paparazzi, like flies circling abandoned food. Microphones were thrust into our faces as their voices screamed over one another.
“Miss Zara, why did you hide your identity? “
“Why now, why did you choose this moment to reveal yourself?”
“Who is this man beside you?”
Leo didn’t flinch. He raised his brow. Calm and settled, he reached down and entwined his fingers with mine. His hand was warm, steadying me as I tried to maintain my poise. He held my hand up like a trophy, intentionally letting my sparkling diamond ring glint behind the lights.
“Yes, we are engaged”. He said with a soft, confident smile.
Murmurs rippled through the crowd with camera lenses zooming in on my finger. Reporters leaned in with renewed energy.
“What about your modelling career?” A voice asked out of nowhere.
Everywhere became silent. I stiffened. My breath was caught in my throat. That one question sliced deeper than the rest. Leo couldn’t help but notice my bright face go dim. He placed one hand on my back to lead me away from them like a bodyguard would do.
“She’s not taking any more questions,” he said, his voice highly protective—almost threatening. We moved swiftly, his arm guiding me like a shield.
But just as we were escaping from the media, we were met with two familiar faces. Zane and Elora.
Elora's eyes sparkled with disgust and hate as she walked up to me. She was dressed in crimson–her funny attempt at screaming power and possession.
“Did you come to the event on purpose?. How much did you pay the host to put on a show for you?”
“Heiress to Smith Holdings? B*llsh*t.”
“You just wanted to get close to Zane, didn’t you? You’re already divorced. How dare you try to steal him back from me?” Her gaze darkened.
I shook my head slowly and smiled coldly at her. “Elora, the whole world knows you’re the mistress who came between me and my ex-husband. Have you had a good time lately?”
Her face dimmed slightly, but I pressed on.
“And you’ve been married for how long? Three years?. Be careful. Zane tends to be done with his women after the three-year mark.”
She looked from me to Zane and back to me, her eyes narrowing.
“He just might be f*ck*ng someone close to you.” I continued in mockery, elated to see the uneasiness that flooded her face.
She lunged at me with fury etched into every line of her face, but was stopped mid-way by Zane, who had been quiet the whole time as though he was still taking in the whole information. Exactly what I wanted to see. The shock on his face. The disbelief. The realization of what he had lost.
“Elora, enough,” he said, his voice low.
Leo finally stepped in, his voice low and controlling. “Zara, let’s not waste our time here, especially on people who are not worth it.” He gave Elora and Zane a glance sharp enough to cut through steel.
But before I could walk away, Zane grabbed me by the hand and shoved me into a corner away from Leo and Elora. We ended up against a stone wall away from the public eye.
I yanked my arm back from his grip. “Don’t touch me.”
“Why did you lie to me?” His voice, angry, but beneath it, I could hear hurt.
“Lie to you?” I echoed, folding my arms.
“ You were an heiress all these years, and you hid it from me, your husband.”
I stared him down. “Ex-husband. Let me correct you. You’re my ex-husband, Zane.”
He rolled his eyes and looked around, as if my words stung him.
“But it doesn’t rule out the fact that you deceived and betrayed me.” He looked me in the eye as though he would find pity in them for him.
The audacity!
“What? Betrayed?. How dare you talk about betrayal?” I thundered at him.
His face went pale.
“After everything you did to me. You got a f*ck*ng sl*t pregnant even before divorcing me!”
“You drained me of everything I had. My career, my strength, my pride, my blood, my child.” Tears began to stream down my face as I let out these words.
His eyes widened. “Child?” “What child?”
“Did we have—” His lips parted as he shook his head in denial.
His hand fell to his side. “Zara….I-I-I didn’t know. I swear I—”
“Save it,” I cut in.
I turned away, walking back toward the inviting glow of the ballroom and Leo, waiting for me like a silent knight. In my steps, I paused and glanced back at Zane. “And just so you know, your happy days are coming to an end. Brace yourself.” I said with a tone of finality, turning back to where Leo was, leaving Zane dumbfounded.
By the time we got to the black car waiting in front og the lobby, Leo swiftly removed my arms from his whilst avoiding my eyes. “Sorry we had to act so much. It won’t have to be like this every day. We could pick out days we have to meet so we can take pictures and look close enough to make the world believe this”. He said, his cold and grounded.
I was quiet from a lack of words to say. Was all that acting? The subtle looks he gave me. The holding of hands and helping me get through the emotional rollercoaster that the night came with. I even started to believe the lie we were trying to sell. How could that just be for the camera?
Everything in me wanted to confront him, but he was right. This was only an alliance that would come to an end when we achieve our goals. I just had to bear this coldness and unsteady behaviour of Leo till then.
“Okay”. I replied coldly, my voice low.
The car door was shut, and the tinted windows sealed us from the world. The silence between us was loud as we drove off.
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Table of Contents
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Chapter 1
2_3
Chapter 2–3
4_8
Chapter 4_8
9_13
Chapter 9_13
14_18
Chapter 14_18
19_23
Chapter 19_23
24_28
Chapter 24_28
29_33
Chapter 29_33
34_38
Chapter 34_38
39_43
Chapter 39_43
44_48
Chapter 44_48
49_53
Chapter 49_53
54_58
Chapter 54_58
59_63
Chapter 59_63
64_68
Chapter 64_68
69_73
Chapter 69_73
74_78
Chapter 74_78
79_83
Chapter 79_83
84_88
Chapter 84_88
89_93
Chapter 89_93
94_98
Chapter 94_98
99_103
Chapter 99_103
104_108
Chapter 104_108
109_113
Chapter 109_113
114_118
Chapter 114_118
119_122
Chapter 119_122