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Pack Your Luggage for Free | Adventure Awaits! This $135.50 luggage set could be yours! Enter our giveaway and get ready to travel in style.Sign Up Now | SIGN_UP | https://www.questya.com/giveway?utm_source=wishpon | Questya.com | https://www.facebook.com/61554101699551/ | 10 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Sign Up | 0 | questya.com | DCO | Enter to win. | https://www.questya.com/giveway?utm_source=wishpond&utm_medium=wp&utm_id=facebook | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461280029_1578683949707726_6338238469277352824_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=3oVH0_6ghiMQ7kNvgHOyk1E&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ASmYEnStc0xihLMXvwiDXGf&oh=00_AYDNlbIVnEFO4uswzygHcd5xxeKHkH4bZjqrvJCm2mJotQ&oe=67051E6C | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Questya.com | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-03 19:58 | active | 1573 | 0 | Echoes of a Tender Heart | ✨After Sandra Glock graduated from high school, her grandfather reached out to her mother, Kelly Youth, who had remarried. Kelly then brought Sandra to live with the Ruths in Kagos. Over time, Sandra grew increasingly heartbroken by her mother's repeated disappointments. However, James Lande, a senior who fell in love with Sandra at first sight, always stood by her side. He protected, cherished, and unconditionally trusted her. In the end, his unwavering care helped Sandra find true love. | LEARN_MORE | https://fbpx.16447.com/share/middle/derenm4ovmbkn2 | Kalos TV 19 | https://www.facebook.com/61558987317897/ | 800 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | fbpx.16447.com | VIDEO | https://fbpx.16447.com/share/middle/derenm4ovmbkn2zdo2btdn2r?ad_id={{ad.id}}&sid=120212135337610498&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461688554_485185017821459_9117359804127166872_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=s0oXBX0kvk8Q7kNvgHtgEb3&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AM4XwECHYd9kQ8lAvt5SgWd&oh=00_AYAEFY2fKpXySCFDCxQ9M_WwE0CkHGxHGI2ejrSL-DdZvw&oe=67052728 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kalos TV 19 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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A Spooky, Sweet & Spicy Romcom | "I never knew I could love this many, this much."😍 | DOWNLOAD | https://a.co/d/j1YuGT2 | Kelly Finley Books | https://www.facebook.com/KellyFinleyBooks/ | 853 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Download | 0 | a.co | DCO | I love Halloween so much it’s scary. After a heartbreaking year, I need some candy, role-play, and wicked thrills. So why not turn one spell-binding night into a week of forbidden fun? Fortunately for me, my husband thirsts for my spooktacular plans. So do our partners, our paramours, our sixsome of love and laughs. We’re known for our holidays, and with eleven of our friends coming too — this one is sure to have lots of bumps in the night. But just how far will we go to thrill each other? Most think I, little Eily Van de May, am too cute to spook, but I’ve found a secret villain who’ll help me deliver some scream-worthy fun. There’s only one freaky problem. Our bewitching fantasies might have conjured a haint—a spooky spirit who wants to join the naughty nights. Was this the kind of boneyard I planned? From best-selling author Kelly Finley, comes a steamy romcom of forced proximity and found family, in this interconnected standalone. Featuring the six MCs and their friends you can’t get enough of, this friends-to-lovers romance will trick your treats. | https://a.co/d/j1YuGT2 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461931614_545626507827607_3197889931916563262_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6HyTP44pw-IQ7kNvgHvv0Tg&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AGPtfNmYEvBUZIe2Hfom1Lr&oh=00_AYAdorbR2DwPmfAJ0s-_lbO3TCyPFls8pp6RkWF0AuWKjg&oe=67051635 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Finley Books | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Last Chance for Monster Savings! | 🕷️ Final Days of the Sale! Don’t let these deals vanish into thin air! Our Halloween Sale is ending soon. Rush in-store before November 3 to grab your beauty favorites at scary-low prices! Hurry, Time’s Running Out! #LastChance #FinalDaysSale | CALL_NOW | Supreme Hair & Beauty | https://www.facebook.com/supremebeautyar/ | 13,744 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Call Now | 0 | CAROUSEL | 🕷️ Final Days of the Sale! Don’t let these deals vanish into thin air! Our Halloween Sale is ending soon. Rush in-store before November 3 to grab your beauty favorites at scary-low prices! Hurry, Time’s Running Out! #LastChance #FinalDaysSale | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461866876_1046530170454628_6321571727619547270_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8V1aAmFTQDoQ7kNvgFBSsgw&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AM-0SU91EAMRcA311YawEzt&oh=00_AYBv8dYLJMegbHoF_eHj4XuJvyTn0MXLtBLQrNN6_LqFkA&oe=67051F63 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Supreme Hair & Beauty | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2024-10-03 19:36 | active | 1572 | 0 | Let the games begin ! Grab your friends, some drinks and snacks from the bar, play the games and rock the jukebox. Get those numbers and photos in for that HARLEY DAVISON motorcycle giveaway. Pool table waiting for ya. #thunderrun2024 #villageinnbar #moneeillinois #peotoneillinois #beetcher #MokenaIllinois #tinleyparkillinois #orlandparkillinois #steger #manteno www.villageinnmonee.com 21 +, must show ID | CALL_NOW | Village Inn Bar & Grill | https://www.facebook.com/villageinnmonee/ | 1,051 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Call now | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461964179_883248080065508_5180571631737119478_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=MxcJywbQDwoQ7kNvgFkKiWn&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AO0dLYvltUUAoOGL7fOKi4k&oh=00_AYAzsepiQn9SEa9czB67d21FVtpTHV09E07whsQcKVwxBQ&oe=6704FA26 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Village Inn Bar & Grill | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Guilford Hall Brewery (@guilfordhallbrewery) • Instagram photos and videos | 🏈RAVENS TICKET GIVEAWAY 🏈 Ravens' fans are you ready to bring the noise?! 💥 We’re giving away TWO tickets to the Ravens vs. Commanders game on October 13th at 1:00 PM at M&T Bank Stadium! 🎟️ Here’s how to score your chance at the game-day action: 1️⃣ LIKE this post 👍 2️⃣ FOLLOW @GuilfordHallBrewery and @MarylandYards 🍺 3️⃣ TAG your game-day squad in the comments 🗣️ 4️⃣ SHARE this post to your story! 🏟 🎯 WANT AN EXTRA SHOT? Visit us this weekend in Section 507- The Guilly Nest. Stop by our GHB table, snap a photo with us and score an extra entry to win these tickets! 🏟️🍻 🏆 Giveaway ends on October 6th & the WINNER will be announced on October 7th– don’t miss out! Let’s go, Ravens Flock! 🖤💜 #RavensFlock #TakeFlight #GameDayVibes #RavensvsRedskins #NFLGiveaway #GuilfordHallBrewery #MarylandYards #TicketGiveaway #RavensvsCommanders #LetsGoRavens #RavensStadium #WinFreeTickets #FootballTicketGiveaway #BaltimoreFootball | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | https://www.instagram.com/_u/guilfordhallbrewery | Guilford Hall Brewery | https://www.facebook.com/guilfordhallbrewery/ | 2,266 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | IMAGE | 9,553 Followers, 2,387 Following, 628 Posts - See Instagram photos and videos from Guilford Hall Brewery (@guilfordhallbrewery) | https://www.instagram.com/_u/guilfordhallbrewery | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461926850_502643862581569_4602140584693442471_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=J88cfSmtOzkQ7kNvgHCRq8u&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AqJDMqS5PXiyz5-e1tz0iZ9&oh=00_AYDGdWLJdjYWtNoQm31neMYKtStrWhT0gwWIW7FXLkHh_Q&oe=67051754 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Guilford Hall Brewery | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-03 19:35 | active | 1572 | 0 | Unleash Your Inner Angler: Enter to Win Now! | Exciting Adventure Awaits: Reel in the Ultimate Fishing Prize! | LEARN_MORE | https://www.drivedry.org/offshoreadventure | DriveDry | https://www.facebook.com/Ridedrydrivedry/ | 933 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | www.drivedry.org | VIDEO | Experience the Ultimate Fishing Adventure in South Florida! 🐟 This is your chance to win an all-inclusive fishing adventure of a lifetime, courtesy of Drive Dry! You'll spend the day with Bombchelle and USCG Captain Mark on a fully-equipped 61-foot sport fisherman. Bait, tackle, rods, and expert guidance are all included to help you reel in the big one! 🎉Prize Package Includes: 🎣 Round-Trip Airfare 🎣 Top-Notch Accommodations 🎣 Unparalleled Fishing Experience 🎣 A Day in Paradise 🎣 $200 Cash Gift Card ➡️ By participating, you’re supporting our mission to reduce alcohol-related deaths on the water. Your contribution is not just for fun but also for a cause that matters. Plus, you’ll have the chance to create memories that will last a lifetime while fishing with Bombchelle! | https://www.drivedry.org/offshoreadventure | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460847808_486562941017076_8964736623193018405_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=-Y3GHj7huRwQ7kNvgHc8w-Q&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=APWo43obN8W3571J_Mrb56-&oh=00_AYBeXp831swF38onhK9Dxd4MGHvBxJAYwmpQYrzOwdd3CQ&oe=67050939 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | DriveDry | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-03 19:36 | active | 1572 | 0 | TEMU GIFT ALERT for NEW USERS😍✨📦 Only for new app users with qualifying orders.T&Cs apply. click the link below the video and get your gift now! #giveaway #temugiveaway #temusale #temuhaul #temu #temufinds #temudecor #temuhome #homefinds #cocyhome #cheapdecor #homesale #tryonhaul #homemusthave #homegadgets #fyp #viral #temufavorites #homefavorites #summermusthave #furniture #homemusthave #homesetup #homedecor #studentlife #backtoschool | SHOP_NOW | https://www.temu.com/kuiper/un1.html?subj=feed-un& | Shoptemu | https://www.facebook.com/Temufindsonline/ | 602,467 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop now | 0 | www.temu.com | VIDEO | https://www.temu.com/kuiper/un1.html?subj=feed-un&_bg_fs=1&_p_mat1_type=3&_p_jump_id=722&_x_vst_scene=adg&locale_override=211~~USD&goods_id=601099576591571&_p_rfs=1&_x_ads_channel=kol_metabca&_x_ads_sub_channel=influencer&_x_bg_adid=11183745&_x_ads_set={{campaign.id}}&_x_ads_id={{adset.id}}&_x_ads_creative_id={{ad.id}}&_x_ns_source={{site_source_name}}&_x_ns_placement={{placement}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461981889_909309661254863_5120226213276754746_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8GjkuEmdQwkQ7kNvgH1CeLr&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Aw8ZUALXNXJf5gxFjPJfTit&oh=00_AYAFOeS-712a2R3UpdQZmiAqj9ynraCUnUM3Hq1rFxQzoA&oe=67050C74 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shoptemu | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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PHMUSEUM 2024 WOMEN PHOTOGRAPHERS GRANT | LAST DAYS TO APPLY - Present your work for $10,000 in cash prizes, a solo show at PhMuseum Lab, screenings at Photo Vogue Festival and more. Photo © Orianne Ciantar Olive | APPLY_NOW | https://phmuseum.com/grants/2024-women-photographe | PHmuseum | https://www.facebook.com/phmuseum/ | 91,886 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Apply Now | 0 | phmuseum.com | DCO | Show your work to an independent jury comprising Gem Fletcher (Writer, Host The Messy Truth podcast), Farah Al Qasimi (Visual Artist), Danaé Panchaud (Curator, Museologist, Lecturer and Director Centre de la photographie Genève), and Pixy Liao (Visual Artist) | https://phmuseum.com/grants/2024-women-photographers-grant | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461646750_1064014548649399_8309463864315896296_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=MQ_o_mO4aKIQ7kNvgH_tEkM&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AMG7k26cmeGaGgFimL1oDUG&oh=00_AYAYyaimU7toiRqSGuaYPgvyNsQ-DULgzHcFildEP-hsJQ&oe=6704F7DC | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | PHmuseum | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-03 19:33 | active | 1572 | 0 | Halloween Giveaway!!!! Follow these easy steps to be entered for a chance to win! 1. Like and share this post 2. Follow our page Westside Personnel Services - Fenton, MO | Westside Personnel Services - Fenton, MO | https://www.facebook.com/WestsidePersonnelServices/ | 647 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461923446_553392234040189_6286271769820810953_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=3JKAU9w_F98Q7kNvgEWa4fF&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A53YlzdcVspLpnZnYCqETuk&oh=00_AYA__x1BhCyE5O2e9NsBQuPyeidQwFS7BzUHUOc-5MV_yA&oe=67050D23 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Westside Personnel Services - Fenton, MO | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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$21,000 Sale Price | 84 Months @ 7.99% APR | MESSAGE_PAGE | Alpine Buick GMC | https://www.facebook.com/alpinebuickgmc/ | 14,645 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send Message | 0 | CAROUSEL | 84 Months @ 7.99% APR | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461983414_1040987477679253_4870080986619974203_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=jvIdDaIZzkgQ7kNvgH1FkZG&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A0MIPDqx6UE1SuSHB7-yMAm&oh=00_AYDDkF42Y2qzjHUf8SjViFku1kKku6y8H5-AUTIM-fPFGg&oe=670512FD | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Alpine Buick GMC | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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CK WARE | LEARN_MORE | https://ckwarebaja.com/homes-for-sale-details/17-L | CK WARE | https://www.facebook.com/ckwarebaja/ | 358 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | ckwarebaja.com | CAROUSEL | https://ckwarebaja.com/homes-for-sale-details/17-LA-CANADA-SAN-JOSE-DEL-CABO-BS/24-3780/467/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461862498_1684608382359471_4335247892687461454_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qV5KANQTsdIQ7kNvgEbDzAJ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ARPf9uKUkve8w4dgh4Jj7-4&oh=00_AYAfZq-JPW4Y_SwnPEDtgBC9qZ23sFqDbWXalUnNAaF2Xg&oe=6704FCEE | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | CK WARE | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Contact Kelly Larty for details! | LEARN_MORE | http://fb.me/ | Kelly Larty- Realtor with Century 21 Judge Fite Company | https://www.facebook.com/KellyLartyRealtorwithCentury21JudgeFiteCompany/ | 357 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | fb.me | CAROUSEL | http://fb.me/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461938858_1075782163960379_1873521402747658117_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=kEsU9L03lfgQ7kNvgFp0GKP&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AMG7k26cmeGaGgFimL1oDUG&oh=00_AYAWhODJRgWLShS-7GcKP8wHZoEBKWcVfVI5tUFfkvWyEQ&oe=67051008 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Kelly Larty- Realtor with Century 21 Judge Fite Company | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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❤️😍What happens next👉 | Chapter 1 Yvette Snyder stood at the entrance of the hospital, her body frail, clutching a report in her thin hands. Three words on the report stood out: "No conception detected". "You've been married for three years. How are you not conceived?" Her mother, Yara Cadwell, demanded, jabbing a finger in Yvette's face disappointedly. Yara was dressed lavishly and wore high heels. "Why are you so useless? If you don't get conceived soon, the Lanes are going to kick you out of the family. What's going to happen to our family then?" Yvette looked at Yara blankly. She had a lot to say, but the words were stuck in her throat. In the end, all she could manage was, "I'm sorry." "I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to give birth to Xavier's child. Do you understand me?" Yvette's throat felt tight; she didn't know how to answer Yara. In their three years of marriage, her husband, Xavier Lane, had never slept with her. How could she ever have his child? Yara stared at Yvette. The latter's weak demeanor was so unlike her own. Finally, she said coldly before leaving, "If you really can't give him a child, then find him a woman who can. At least he'll appreciate you for that." Yvette stared after Yara's retreating figure in disbelief. Had her own mother just told her to find another woman for her husband to sleep with? ... As Yvette made her journey home, she couldn't stop thinking about Yara's parting words. Suddenly, a loud ringing in her ear drowned out her thoughts. She knew that her condition had worsened. Just then, she received a message on her phone. It was from Xavier, and the content was the same as always. "I'm not coming home tonight." In the past three years they had been married, Xavier had never spent the night at home before. He had never so much as touched Yvette either. Yvette could remember their wedding night three years ago. He had told her, "Since your family is bold enough to trick me into marrying you, you'd better be prepared to spend the rest of your life in loneliness." Three years ago, the Snyder and Lane families had decided to form an alliance through marriage. Both families had agreed to mutually beneficial terms in the agreement. But when the day of the wedding came around, the Snyder family went back on their word and transferred all of their assets away, including the billions that Xavier had paid to marry Yvette. Yvette's eyes dulled at the memory. She replied to Xavier's text with her usual response: "Okay." Without her realizing it, the report she was holding got scrunched up in her hands. When she got home, Yvette tossed the report into the trash can. Every month, around this time, she would feel unusually lethargic. Yvette didn't prepare dinner for herself. She just leaned back on the couch, blearily drifting in and out of sleep. The rumbling in her ear persisted. That was another reason why Xavier hated her—she was hard of hearing, which, to the rich and powerful, was no better than being crippled. Xavier would never allow her to carry his child. … At 5 o'clock in the morning, the pendulum clock on the wall chimed dully. Xavier would be home in an hour. Yvette realized too late that she had fallen asleep on the couch. She got up hastily and went to the kitchen to prepare Xavier's breakfast. Xavier was a meticulous man who was strict about punctuality, not only with himself but also with the people around him. He arrived home at six o'clock sharp. Xavier was a tall and handsome man. Clad in a smart tailored suit, his demeanor was quiet and reserved, yet undoubtedly masculine. However, to Yvette, he was cold and distant. Xavier didn't even look at Yvette. He walked right past her to look at the food on the table and said with a scoff, "You do this every day. Are you a nanny or what?" Over the past three years, Yvette had been doing the same things over and over again. She wore the same dark clothes and replied to his messages with the same singular word. If it hadn't been for the business alliance and the Snyders' deceit, Xavier would never have married a woman like Yvette. At the word "nanny", the rumbling in Yvette's ears returned. She swallowed, feeling a lump in her throat, and said bravely, "Xav, do you have someone that you like?" Her sudden question surprised Xavier. His eyes darkened. "What do you mean by that?" Yvette raised her head and stared at him, swallowing the bile rising in the back of her throat. "If you love someone else, you can be with her—" Before she could finish, Xavier interrupted her. "You're mad." ... After Xavier left, Yvette sat on the balcony alone, staring out into the cold rain. The sound of the raindrops drifted in and out of clarity. She took off her hearing aids, letting the world around her fall into silence. A month ago, her doctor had told her, "Ms. Snyder, there's been a pathological change in your auditory nerves and some of your cranial nerves, causing your hearing to worsen. If this goes on, you may lose your hearing completely." Not used to a silent world, Yvette went to the living room and turned on the television. She turned up the volume to the max, which allowed her to hear some sound. By coincidence, the television was showing an interview with Daphne Reyes, an internationally renowned singer known for her love songs. Yvette's hands trembled slightly as she gripped the remote control. Daphne was Xavier's first love. It had been a long time since Yvette had seen her, but Daphne was still as pretty as ever. She was confident and relaxed in front of the cameras, unlike the shy and frightened young woman who had begged the Snyders for sponsorship in the past. When the interviewer asked Daphne why she had returned to her home country, her answer was bold. "I came home to get my first love back." The remote control slipped out of Yvette's hands. Her heart also fell to her stomach. Flustered, Yvette turned off the television and went to the table to clean up the uneaten breakfast. When she got to the kitchen, she found that Xavier had forgotten to take his phone. She picked it up and saw the unread messages on the lock screen. "Xav, you must have been unhappy over the past few years, right?" "I know you don't love her. How about we meet up tonight? I've missed you." Yvette stared blankly at the messages until the screen went dark again. Then, she called a cab to Xavier's office. On the way, she stared out of the window. The rain fell incessantly. It felt like it would never stop. Xavier never liked it when Yvette visited him at his office, so whenever she was there, she would take the service elevator from the loading bay. When Xavier's assistant, Mark Xyrax, saw her, he just greeted her impassively, "Ms. Snyder." No one around Xavier considered Yvette his wife. She was nothing but a smear on his reputation. When Xavier saw Yvette bringing him his phone, he frowned. She was always like this. No matter what he forgot, be it his lunch, his documents, a shirt, or even an umbrella, she would bring them to him. "I thought I told you that you didn't need to deliver my things to me yourself." Yvette froze. "Sorry, I forgot." Since when had her memory been so bad? Maybe she had panicked after seeing Daphne's message and became afraid that Xavier would disappear from her life suddenly. Before she left, she looked back at Xavier. Unable to help herself, she blurted out, "Xav, do you still like Daphne?" Xavier thought that Yvette had been behaving rather strangely lately. She kept forgetting things and asking weird questions. How could a person like her be his wife? Impatiently, he replied, "If you have so much free time, go find yourself something to do." Yvette had tried getting a job before, but Xavier's mother, Shannon Guetta, had reprimanded her without holding back. "Do you want the whole world to know that Xav married a disabled woman with hearing issues?" Therefore, Yvette had given up on finding a job and focused on her fruitless life as "Mrs. Lane" at Dewberry Estate. … At home, she sat alone until nightfall. She couldn't sleep. Just then, the phone on her bedside table rang loudly. It was a call from an unfamiliar number. Yvette picked up the call. A familiar voice, yet one she dreaded, sounded from the other end. "Is this Yvvy? Xav is drunk. Can you come pick him up?" When Yvette arrived at Sternhow Club, she heard loud coaxing and jeering from the wealthy heirs inside the private room. "Daph, didn't you say you came back to get our dear Mr. Lane back into your arms? This is your chance now. Go on, tell him how you feel!" Daphne was a pretty woman who was popular wherever she went. She was also Xavier's first love, so the rich young men of the upper crust were happy to push the two together. Daphne wasn't shy at all. She turned to Xavier and said without any reservations, "I like you, Xav. Please be with me again." That was what Yvette heard when she arrived at the door of the private room. Inside, the other people were urging Xavier to answer Daphne. His best friend, Tristan Shaw, was the most vocal among them. "Xav, you've been waiting for Daphne for three years. She's back now. So, go on, answer her!" Yvette stood frozen outside the door. Her heart was pounding. Just then, one of the men pulled the door open. "Ms. Snyder?" Chapter 2 Everyone in the private room looked over at the door. For a moment, the room was eerily silent. Yvette immediately caught sight of Xavier in the middle of the room. His eyes were clear and bright. He was clearly not drunk. She knew that she had been tricked by Daphne. When Xavier saw Yvette, his pupils constricted. Everyone else in the room looked awkward, including Tristan, who had been the most vocal in getting Xavier to accept Daphne's confession earlier. Yvette shouldn't have gone there. Daphne was the first to break the silence. "Please don't get the wrong idea, Yvvy. Tristan was joking. Xavier and I are just friends." Before Yvette could answer, Xavier stood up impatiently. "There's no need to explain it to her." Then, he stalked over to Yvette. "What are you doing here?" "I thought you were drunk, so I came to take you home," Yvette answered truthfully. Xavier scoffed. "You really didn't retain anything I told you, did you?" Lowering his voice, he said softly so that only she could hear him, "Are you here to remind everyone that I was tricked into marrying you three years ago? Did you think they forgot?" Yvette was stunned. Xavier gave her a cold look. "Stop seeking attention. You're only making me hate you more." With that, he turned away, leaving Yvette standing alone. Yvette stared after his retreating figure, unable to snap out of her shock. None of the other scions in the room took pity on her when they saw Xavier ignoring her. Tristan even had no qualms in telling Daphne, who was feigning distress, "You're too kind, Daphne. You didn't need to explain anything. "If Yvette hadn't scammed Xav, he would've married you in the first place. You wouldn't have needed to suffer abroad as well." Despite the constant ringing in her ears, Yvette could still hear every word clearly. She knew better than anyone that even if Xavier hadn't married her, he wouldn't have married Daphne. Daphne was a nobody with no background, after all. Daphne was well aware of this as well. That was why she had chosen to break up with Xavier and leave the country. How had everything turned out to be Yvette's fault? When Yvette left Sternhow Club with her umbrella, she felt as if she had been enveloped by darkness. Just then, a lithe figure appeared beside her. It was Daphne. She was decked out in fine clothes, complete with high heels. She looked smug. "It's a cold night, isn't it? So, how does it feel to get scoffed at by Xavier after you came all the way here at this time to get him?" Yvette didn't answer her, but Daphne didn't mind her silence. She just continued speaking. "I do pity you, you know. You've never experienced true love before, have you? "Do you know that when I was with Xav, he would cook for me himself? When I was sick, he would drop everything and stay with me. "Has Xav ever told you he loves you? He used to say that to me all the time…" Yvette listened to Daphne's rambling quietly, her mind going over the past three years she had been married to Xavier. He had never so much as stepped into the kitchen during that time. When she had gotten sick, he had never comforted her. He had never told her he loved her either. … That night, Yvette couldn't fall asleep. She had only just found out that the man she had loved for the past 12 years had once loved another with all his heart, in the spectacular way that only young people could. At that moment, she realized that it was time for her to give him up. She had a sleepless night. The next morning, Xavier returned home. The glare he gave her was cold. "How attached are you to the Lane family's money, to me, your money-making robot?" he demanded. Yvette was stunned. She didn't know what had gotten into him so early in the morning. Instinctively, she said, "I never wanted your money." She had only ever wanted Xavier. Xavier laughed in disdain. "Then, why did your mother come to my office and beg me to give you a child?" Yvette was stunned. She stared into Xavier's eyes. It was only then that she realized that he wasn't angry about what had happened last night. Xavier had no desire to waste his breath on her. "If you want to continue staying with me and keep your family afloat, tell your mother to behave herself!" ... In the end, Yvette didn't need to look for Yara. Yara found Yvette instead. She was no longer cold and distant; she gripped Yvette's hands and said gently, "Yvvy, you should ask Xavier to give you a child. He doesn't have to do it biologically. He could do it through scientific measures." Scientific measures. Yvette stared at Yara in shock as the latter continued, "Daphne told me that Xavier hasn't slept with you in the past three years." That was the last straw for Yvette. She didn't know why Xavier would tell Daphne about that. Maybe he really loved Daphne a lot. With that thought, she suddenly felt relieved. "Just let it go, Mom." Yara paused. She frowned. "What?" "I'm tired. I want to get a divorce—" Before she could finish, Yara slapped her hard across the face. The kind, motherly facade was gone in an instant. She jabbed a finger at Yvette and gritted out, "You have no right to ask for a divorce! "Without the Lane family, what do you think you're going to do? Who's going to remarry a disabled divorcee like you?" Yvette felt her body go numb. Yara had never liked Yvette, even when the latter had been a child. Yara had been a famous dancer. The fact that she had given birth to a daughter with hearing issues was one of her biggest regrets. Therefore, she had sent Yvette away to be taken care of by a nanny. She had only allowed Yvette to return home when the latter started school. People used to tell Yvette that every mother loved their child. So, she had done everything she could to excel at everything in hopes of making Yara happy. Despite her hearing issues, she had been at the top of her class in dance, music, and art classes. But no matter how hard she tried, Yara still didn't consider her a good daughter. In Yara's words, Yvette wasn't "complete". Not only physically, but also in love and familial relationships. After Yara left, Yvette used some makeup to cover up the red print on her face. Then, she packed her bags quietly. Even after three years of married life, all her personal belongings fit into a single suitcase. After she finished packing up, she gathered her courage and sent Xavier a message. "Are you free tonight? I need to talk to you." Xavier didn't reply to her. Yvette's eyes darkened. She knew that he didn't want to reply to her messages. All she could do was wait for him to come home in the morning. She had thought that he wouldn't come home that night, but he got back at midnight. Yvette wasn't asleep at the time. She went up to him and took his coat and bag from him with familiarity in her actions. It was as if they were a normal married couple. Xavier's cold voice broke the peace. "Don't send me inane texts again." As Yvette held Xavier's coat, her hand trembled slightly. "I won't do it again," she mumbled. Xavier didn't notice anything wrong with her tone. He went straight to his study. Generally, if he came home, he would stay holed up in his study. He probably thought that someone who was hard of hearing would live in a silent world. Either that, or he simply didn't care about Yvette. That would explain why he got straight to discussing his acquisition of Snyder Group in his study as if nothing was wrong. When Yvette brought him some soup, she heard Xavier animatedly discussing work with his employees. He was talking about the acquisition of Snyder Group, her father, James Snyder's company. She didn't know how to feel about that. She knew that her brother, Terrence Synder, was useless at running a business, so it was only a matter of time before Snyder Group fell. However, she had never thought that her own husband would be the first to cause Snyder Group's downfall. "Xav," she interrupted. Xavier was slightly startled. Out of guilt, or maybe some other emotion, he quickly hung up the phone and closed his laptop. Feigning ignorance, Yvette walked into the study and placed the bowl in front of him. "Have some soup, then get to bed soon. Your health is more important than work." For some reason, Xavier felt himself relax when he heard her soft voice. She probably hadn't heard anything. Feeling conflicted, he stopped Yvette before she could leave. "You said you wanted to talk to me. What is it?" Hearing this, Yvette turned back to look at him. Softly, she said, "I just wanted to ask if you're free in the morning so we can go and file for divorce." Chapter 3 Yvette's voice was calm and impassive, as though divorce were a menial matter to her. Xavier's pupils contracted. "What did you just say?" Over the last three years, no matter what he had done, Yvette had never brought up divorce. In truth, Xavier knew that Yvette loved him. Her eyes, which were usually dull and empty, were clear and bright now. "I'm sorry for being a burden over the last few years, Mr. Lane. We should get divorced." Xavier clenched his fists unconsciously. "You heard what I said earlier, didn't you? Snyder Group was already failing; it won't matter whether I buy it or someone else does. What are you trying to do by bringing up divorce? "Is it because you want money? Or a child? Or do you want me to leave Snyder Group alone?" he asked coldly. "Don't forget that I don't love you. Your threats won't work on me!" At that moment, he seemed like a stranger to Yvette. A lump formed in her throat as her ears began throbbing. Even though she was wearing her hearing aids, she could barely hear what Xavier was saying. She could only answer his last question. "I don't want anything." Afraid that he would notice something wrong with her, Yvette left the study in a hurry. As he watched her leave, Xavier felt frustrated for some reason. He had never felt like this before. Not one to hold in his emotions, he flipped the table over. The bowl of soup that Yvette had brought him spilled all over the ground. ... Back in her own room, Yvette forced herself to swallow a handful of pills. She reached up to touch her ear. As she retracted her fingers, she saw crimson blood on them. Thanks to the medicine, her hearing recovered a little by the time it was dawn. Yvette stared blankly at the soft rays of sunlight streaming from the window. "The rain has stopped," she said quietly to herself. Xavier didn't leave the manor that day. He was in the living room bright and early, settled on the couch, waiting for Yvette to apologize and express her regret to him. This wasn't the first time Yvette had lost her temper with him. However, after every tantrum, she would apologize to him before long. Xavier figured that it would be the same this time around. Soon, he saw Yvette coming out of her room, all freshened up. She wore her usual dark-colored clothes. She dragged a suitcase with one hand while holding a piece of paper in the other. She handed the paper to him. It was a divorce agreement. "Let me know when you have time, Xav." With that, she left the manor, pulling her suitcase behind her. It was bright and sunny outside. Yvette felt as if she had gotten a new chance at life. Meanwhile, Xavier sat frozen on the couch, still clutching the divorce agreement in his hand. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. It was Saturday. Usually, around this time of the year, Xavier would take Yvette back to his hometown to pay respects to his ancestors. During this time, they would have to endure strange looks from his extended family. However, he was alone that day, which made him extraordinarily happy. At Lane Mansion, Shannon and the rest of the Lanes were surprised to see him alone. In the past, Yvette had always been the first one to turn up every year and the last to leave since she had been trying to please everyone. Why wasn't she there today? Shanon frowned and asked Xavier, "Where's Yvette, Xav?" Xavier's expression turned cold. "She wanted a divorce and left me." Everyone fell silent in disbelief when he said that. Shannon was shocked. She knew that Yvette probably loved Xavier more than anything in the world, only surpassed by his own parents. Seven years ago, Yvette had even protected Xavier with her own body when someone had attempted to stab him. Four years ago, not long after the two had gotten engaged, something had happened to Xavier while he had been on a business trip in Dibay. Everyone had been convinced that he was dead, but Yvette had refused to believe that. She had dropped everything and gone to the foreign city just to look for him. Then, after they had gotten married, Yvette had taken care of almost everything in his life with meticulous precision, including being polite to everyone around him, even his secretaries. She had always been afraid of offending them. Yvette clearly couldn't live without Xavier. So, why had she suggested getting a divorce? Shannon had no idea, but she was glad that Yvette had finally decided to let Xavier go. "She's not worthy to be your wife anyway. It's a good thing that you're divorcing her. She doesn't deserve you," she said The others immediately chimed in. "Yeah, you're young and handsome, Xav. You're in your best years now. Yvette's been dragging you down all this time!" Instantly, the gathering turned into a slander fest. They spoke of Yvette as if she were an unforgivable criminal. Xavier should have felt happy that they were defending him, but for some reason, he found their words too sharp and crass. He left Lane Mansion earlier than usual and made his way back to Dewberry Estate. The sky was just starting to darken when he arrived home. He opened the door and entered the manor. When he saw nothing but darkness, he remembered, with a start, that Yvette had left. He changed into his house slippers and tossed his coat into the washer. For some reason, he felt unusually exhausted today. He went to the wine cellar to get a bottle of wine so that he could celebrate Yvette's leaving. However, when he got to the wine cellar and saw the locked door, he realized too late that he didn't have the key. He didn't like strangers in his house, so there were no maids or servants at Dewberry Estate. Ever since he had married Yvette, she had been the one taking care of the household affairs. He could only go back to his room. Picking up his phone, he scrolled through his messages only to find work-related texts. Yvette hadn't called or texted him to apologize at all. Tossing his phone aside, he got up and headed over to the kitchen. When he opened the door of the fridge, he was stunned. Apart from food, there were also a lot of supplements. He picked one of the bags up and read the instructions on it. "Take five times a day for incapable of conceived." He took a whiff of the supplement. It smelled disgusting. He recalled that Yvette always smelled strange. So, this was why. He scoffed silently. They had never slept, so no matter how much medicine she took, she would never have gotten conceived. ... Meanwhile, over in a dark and dinky hotel, Yvette opened her eyes blearily. Her head was pounding. The world was silent. She knew, then, that her condition had worsened again. Before this, she had still been able to hear some sounds, even without her hearing aids. She pushed herself up and felt around on the bedside table until she found her medicine. She popped the pills in her mouth, tasting their bitterness. The day before, she had left Dewberry Estate, which had been her home for the past three years. At first, she had gone to her parents' house, Snyder Residence. However, at the door, she had overheard Yara and Terrence discussing how they would marry her off to an old man if the Lanes kicked her out. Yvette had blanked upon hearing that. It was then that she finally realized that she had no place to call home anymore. Even though she hadn't eaten anything in two days, she still didn't feel hungry. However, it was too quiet. The silence scared her. It had been raining more frequently in Tirion this year than it had in previous years. Yvette stared out at the passing pedestrians. Most of them were paired up or in groups. She was the only one alone. She bought a bus ticket heading out of the city. She decided to go to her nanny's house in the countryside. Viola Xenos, her nanny, had taken care of her when she was a child. It was already 9:00 pm when Yvette got there. When Viola saw Yvette, she looked pleasantly surprised. Yvette teared up when she saw Viola's warm smile. She reached out to her and hugged her. "Viola." Due to health issues, Viola had never married and didn't have children of her own. Yvette was closer to her than she was to her own mother. That night, Yvette cuddled up in Viola's embrace, just like she had when she was a child. Viola wrapped her arms around Yvette, only to realize that the latter was very thin. She pressed a hand on the Yvette's bony back, trembling uncontrollably. Forcing herself to calm down, she asked cautiously, "Has Xavier been treating you well, Yvvy?" Yvette felt a sharp pain in her throat when she heard Xavier's name. She wanted to lie to Viola and tell her that Xavier had treated her well, but she knew that Viola wasn't silly. Since she had already made up her mind to leave him, there was no need to lie to herself or to the people who loved her any longer. "The person he loves has returned. I've decided to let him go and divorce him." Viola was stunned. She couldn't believe her ears. Yvette had told her multiple times before that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with Xavier. Not knowing what else to say, she comforted Yvette by telling her that there were plenty of other fish in the sea. There was bound to be one who would love her. Yvette just nodded silently. The buzzing in her ears drowned out Viola's comforting voice. That night, she managed to get a good night's sleep, which was rare. However, when she woke up, she was greeted with the alarming sight of blood staining the spot where her head had laid on the pillow. Yvette touched her right ear. Her fingers felt sticky. She looked at her hand. It was covered in blood. Chapter 4 Even Yvette's hearing aids were stained red. Her pupils contracted, and she quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe her ear. Then, she stripped the bedsheets and washed them. She was afraid that Viola would worry about her if she found out that her illness was worsening. So, she cleaned up the mess and found an excuse to bid goodbye to Viola. Before she left, she placed a part of her savings on the bedside table without telling Viola. Viola walked Yvette to the bus stop and waved goodbye reluctantly. … After Yvette left, Viola couldn't stop thinking about how thin the former was. Unable to just sit by, she called Lane Group. When the secretary heard that Viola was Yvette's nanny and wanted to speak to Xavier, she transferred the call to Xavier's line. It was the third day after Yvette had left Xavier. It was also the first time in three days that he had received a call about her. Sitting behind his desk, he felt exceptionally pleased. Just as he had expected, Yvette wouldn't be able to last more than three days without him—or so he thought. Viola's voice came through the other line, sounding weighed with age. "Mr. Lane, I am Yvvy's nanny. I've been taking care of her since she was a baby. "Please, I beg you, treat her well. Don't hurt her more than you already have. She's not as strong as she seems on the surface. "When she was born, Mrs. Snyder left her in my care because she didn't like that Yvvy is hard of hearing. Yvvy only returned home when she had to start going to school. "The Snyders have never treated her as one of their own. Apart from Mr. Snyder, everyone else treated her like she was a maid. "You and Mr. Snyder are the most important people she has in this world. I'm begging you, please. Please be kind to her." Xavier's mood darkened when he heard what Viola said. "Did she tell you to give me this sob story because she didn't want to face me herself?" he asked coldly. "Why should I care about her life? If you ask me, she deserved everything she got!" That said, he hung up the phone without waiting for an answer. Viola had heard Yvette gushing about how nice Xavier was to her. So, it was only then that she realized the truth—Xavier wasn't a good man at all. He wasn't a good husband to Yvette. ... Yvette sat on the bus, heading home. Just then, her phone vibrated. It was a message from Xavier. "You said you wanted to get divorced, right? I'll see you at 10:00 am tomorrow." Yvette stared at the text blankly for a while before replying, "Okay." Just one word. It infuriated Xavier and completely ruined his mood. Unable to work anymore, he called up his friends and invited them out for drinks. Daphne was also at the club when he arrived. "I'm not going home until I'm drunk!" she declared. Tristan sat down beside Xavier. He couldn't help asking curiously, "How's Deaf Yvvy?" Xavier raised an eyebrow at him. "There's no need to talk about her ever again. We're filing for divorce tomorrow." Tristan was stunned. He couldn't believe his ears. "Really?" Beside them, Daphne brightened. She poured out a shot for him. "Congrats on getting back your freedom, Xav!" Xavier drank a lot that night. Daphne offered to send him home, but he rejected her suggestion. "No need. It's not appropriate." If he and Yvette were going to get divorced tomorrow, she might come home that night. Daphne wasn't happy about the rejection. "Why? You're divorcing her anyway. Why wouldn't it be appropriate? Are you still scared that she might find out about our relationship?" Their relationship? Xavier narrowed his eyes. "You're overthinking this." He got into his own car. Out of consideration, he also called a cab to send Daphne home. On the drive home, he kept unlocking his phone to check if Yvette had sent him any messages. She hadn't. When he reached Dewberry Estate, it was dark. With a stormy expression, Xavier opened the door and turned on the light. Yvette was nowhere to be seen. She hadn't come home. The manor was left exactly the way it had been when she had left. Still feeling the effects of the wine, Xavier threw himself heavily onto the couch and soon fell asleep. In his nightmares, Yvette was covered in blood, but there was a smile on her face. "I don't love you anymore, Xav," she said. When Xavier jolted awake, the sky outside had just brightened up. He rubbed his forehead and went to the bathroom to freshen himself up. Then, he changed into a smart suit and made his way to the courthouse. At the entrance of the courthouse, he spotted Yvette standing under a tree not far off. As usual, she was dressed in dark-colored clothes. From the distance, she looked incredibly frail and thin as she stood amid the drizzle. It was as if a single gust of wind could knock her over. Xavier could still remember how young and lively she had been when they had first gotten married. She hadn't been as thin and gloomy back then. Holding an umbrella, he walked toward Yvette. It took her a few moments to notice him. Xiaver hadn't changed much over the last three years. He was as handsome and as confident as ever, with the added hint of matureness that came with age. Yvette was a little dazed. The last three years felt like a blink in time to her, yet she also seemed to have exhausted a whole lifetime. Xavier stalked over to Yvette and gazed at her coldly. He was waiting for her to apologize to him. She had been sulking enough. It was time to put an end to this. However, Yvette just said, "I'm sorry to pull you away from your work. Let's go in." Xavier stiffened, but he quickly recovered. "Don't regret this." With that, he turned and headed into the courthouse. Yvette stared after him sadly. Would she regret this? She didn't know either. In the courthouse, the judge asked them if they were sure about going through with the divorce. Yvette's answer was firm. "Yes." Her determined expression frustrated Xavier. After filing for divorce, they still had to return to the courthouse in a month. If they didn't show up, then the divorce would be considered null. As they left the courthouse, Yvette looked at Xavier, her expression unusually calm. "I'll see you next month. Take care." With that, she stepped out into the rain, hailed a cab, and left. Xavier was left standing on the spot. He didn't know how to feel as he watched her car leave. Relieved, probably. Relieved that he wouldn't need to put up with her any longer or endure others' ridicule for having a disabled wife. ... In the cab, Yvette leaned against the window and stared blankly at the rain droplets on the glass. In the rearview mirror, the driver suddenly saw blood dripping from her ear. He was shocked by the sight. "Miss? Miss!" Yvette didn't answer him. The driver hastily stopped the car. Yvette was confused. They weren't at her destination yet. Why had they stopped? She looked over at the driver and saw him mouthing silently. She realized that she had gone deaf again. "I'm sorry, I can't hear you. What are you saying?" In the end, the driver had to type out what he wanted to say on his phone so that he could tell her about her bleeding ear. Yvette reached out belatedly and felt the warm sensation in her ear. She was used to it now. "It's alright. This happens all the time. I'm fine." She was hard of hearing, but her ears hadn't bled like this before. Two years ago, at a gathering, Tristan had pushed her into a swimming pool. Yvette didn't know how to swim, so she had almost drowned. At the same time, her eardrums had also expanded due to the pressure. She had been sent to the hospital, but the damage had been done. At the time, she had been told that everything was fine. Why was this happening again? The cab driver was still worried, so he dropped her off at the hospital she told him. After thanking him, Yvette went into the hospital on her own. This time, she saw her usual doctor, Tom Jensen. "Dr. Jensen, my memory has been rather bad lately. I kept forgetting what I'm doing," she said. When she had woken up at the hotel that morning, it had taken her a long time to remember that she had to file for divorce with Xavier. Tom looked at her latest report worriedly. "Ms. Snyder, I think you should consider getting tested for other things. Specifically, mental health issues." Mental health… Following Tom's recommendation, Yvette went and got a psychiatric diagnosis. She was diagnosed with depression. It turned out that patients with severe depression often experienced memory loss. Before heading back to the hotel, Yvette stopped and bought a notebook and a pen. She wrote down everything that had happened lately. She placed the notebook right beside her bed so that it would be the first thing she saw when she woke up in the morning. News of her and Xavier's divorce spread quickly. That night, Yara called her multiple times, but she didn't hear anything. … When she woke up the next morning, she saw a barrage of texts from Yara. "Where are you?" "Who do you think you are? Even if you're getting a divorce, Xavier should have been the one to ask for it!" "You're such a jinx! Back when you got married, your dad got into a car crash and died. What's going to happen now that you're getting divorced? Do you want Snyder Group to go bankrupt? Is that it?" Yvette stared at the messages. She was used to the verbal bully by now. She typed out a reply. "Mom, it's time that we live by our own merits. We shouldn't depend on others so much." Yara's response was swift. "You're such an ingrate! I shouldn't have given birth to you in the first place!" Yvette didn't bother replying to that. She placed her phone aside. She just had to wait a month. Once the divorce was finalized, she would be able to leave Tirion and start a new life. … Yvette's health worsened over the next few days. She often found herself completely deaf. Sometimes, it took a very long time for her hearing to go back to normal. Her memory was deteriorating too. On the bright side, even though her hearing loss was incurable, at least she could do something about the depression. She tried everything she could to keep herself happy. She busied herself by registering as a volunteer online. She spent time taking care of abandoned old people and orphans. Helping them made her feel like she had a reason to continue living. A few days later, Yvette woke up in the morning and checked her notebook as usual. Then, she got ready to head out to the orphanage. When she picked up her phone, she saw several unread messages. There were messages from Terrance and Yara, as well as Daphne. She opened the texts one by one. Yara: "As you wished, Snyder Group is no more." Terrence: "Keep hiding. You're the most cowardly and cruel person I've ever seen." Daphne: "My condolences, Yvette. Actually, I think Snyder Group would thrive better under Xav." Daphne: "Since your family has helped me so much in the past, do let me know if you need anything. I'll help you if I can." Yvette had no idea what was happening. She closed the messaging app. Almost immediately, she got a notification about the latest news. Chapter 5 Yvette watched the news and saw the press conference held by Lane Group. It was an announcement that Xavier had successfully acquired Snyder Group. James' company no longer existed in the world. … Things on Xavier's end had been extra pleasant lately. He had acquired Snyder Group and gotten his revenge. "The Snyder family finally got what they deserved for tricking you into that marriage three years ago." Tristan chuckled. Yet, he changed the topic in the next instant. He asked Xavier, "Xav, has Deaf Yvvy approached you during the past few days?" Xavier froze halfway through signing a document. He didn't know why, but people around him kept mentioning Yvette these days. "No," he replied coldly. That shocked Tristan. After all, how could Yvette not do anything when something this massive had happened to her family? With that in mind, he spoke again. "Could it be that she's finally come around? I heard her family has been looking everywhere for her. Nobody knows where she's gone—" He kept blabbering on. Xavier frowned, feeling utterly annoyed. "Get out!" Tristan jolted. That was when he realized that Xavier was furious. Not daring to say another word, Tristan bolted out of the CEO's office. Once outside, he took his phone and called his assistant, Avery Fitzpatrick. "Have you found Yvette?" "Yes, she's in a small hotel in Hexim Pass," answered Avery. Tristan had Avery send him the location before he drove there. He refused to let Yvette off the hook so easily. So what if she was willing to divorce Xavier now? She had already prevented Xavier and Daphne from being together for over three years! Besides, Daphne had saved Tristan's life once, so he owed her. It rained outside. Yvette finished her volunteer work and picked up her medication from the hospital. Then, she held an umbrella while walking back to the hotel. There were very few people on the road. Tristan drove his car but kept his eyes on Yvette's slim back. He deliberately sped up as he drove past her, sending a puddle of rainwater splashing onto her. Yvette shot him a blank stare. Tristan happened to meet her emotionless gaze through his rearview mirror. He didn't know why, but he felt inexplicably nervous. Yvette recognized Tristan's luxurious, dark gray Bugatti. Yet, she retracted her gaze and pretended not to notice him. Even so, Tristan refused to stop there. He deliberately slowed his car and followed her. "Hey, Deaf Yvvy. So, you have a temper now, huh? "You're not even going to greet me now? Didn't you used to love greeting me? Didn't you enjoy tickling my fancy?" Yvette remained stoic while the former mocked her. She used to do everything to win over those around Xavier, including his friends. It was all because she liked him. She had figured that Xavier's family and friends would one day accept her. Alas, it seemed she had been too naïve. At the previous gathering, Tristan had declared that he was Daphne's friend. He couldn't care less about maintaining his gentlemanly, upper-class image when siding with Daphne. He had insulted Yvette and called her shameless. In the end, he had also thrown her into the pool, leaving her to die. Since then, Yvette had steered clear of him. Upon receiving no reaction or response from Yvette, Tristan stopped the car, opened the door, and strolled toward her. He grabbed her arm and asked, "What stunts are you planning to pull this time?" Yvette's arm hurt, so she looked up at him. "I don't know what you're saying." She wanted to pry his hand off her arm, but he flung her aside. "Don't touch me with your filthy hands!" Tristan bellowed. Yvette stumbled backward before falling to the ground with a loud thud. Tristan froze on the spot in slight disbelief. It baffled him to see Yvette resorting to such tricks. He had only pushed her with a slight force, so how could she fall like that? Seeing people looking their way, he nervously got back into his car. Still, he gave her a warning before driving away. "Don't mess with Daph just because you're a disabled person, Yvette! "She's different from you. It's taken her a lot of effort to get to where she is now, so you'd better not disrupt her and Xav's relationship again!" After driving away, he even told the Snyder family where Yvette was staying. Yvette's hands and knees were scraped when she fell. It hurt so much that she couldn't stand for a long time. Deep down, she didn't understand why Tristan was so blind to what was right and wrong. She recalled risking her life to rescue him from a car that had been about to explode four years ago. His face had been covered in blood, and his eyes hadn't been visible. However, he had spoken in the warmest voice. He had said, "Thank you. I promise I'll repay you someday." Yvette couldn't help but bitterly wonder if this was his way of repaying her. … Once Yvette returned to the hotel, she took a shower and applied medication to her scraped skin. Then, she lay down in a daze. The fall hardened her determination to leave Xavier for good. … The sun was shining brightly outside when Yvette woke up. She got up and headed to the living area, only to see Yara sitting on the couch, wearing a formal dress. Yara didn't seem to care one bit that Yvette had just woken up. She picked the document off the coffee table and handed it to the latter. "Take a good look at this. It's the backup plan I've selected for you." Yvette accepted the document but saw the title "prenuptial agreement" on the cover. She flipped through the pages while reading the contents aloud. "Ms. Yvette Snyder will marry Mr. Liam Lorimer. As his wife, she'll devote herself to him and look after him until the end of his life. Liam will look after Yvette's family, which includes maintaining their quality of life. He'll also provide 300 million as funds for the Snyder family." Following that, the document stated Liam's details. He was an entrepreneur from the older generation in Tirion. He was 78 years old that year. Yvette's mind tensed. At that moment, Yara spoke up again. "Mr. Lorimer has expressed that he doesn't mind that you were married before. "He'll help revive our family's reputation from the ashes, as long as you marry him. Come on, dearest. You wouldn't let me and Terrence down, right?" Yvette's face paled even more. "I can't agree to what you're asking of me." Yara had never imagined that Yvette would reject her so candidly. She blew up in a fit of rage at once. "What right do you have to refuse? I gave you life!" Hearing that, Yvette met Yara's gaze. "How about I return my life to you? Would that mean I no longer owe you?" "What did you say?" Yara shrilled. Yvette's pale lips moved as she said, "If I returned my life to you, would it mean you'd no longer be my mother? And I'll no longer be indebted to you for giving birth to me?" Yara sneered, not believing Yvette would dare do such a thing. "Okay, then. I won't force you to marry Mr. Lorimer if you give your life back to me. But the question is, do you have the guts to do it?" "Give me a month." Yvette seemed determined. In Yara's eyes, Yvette seemed like a crazed person. She warned, "You'd best not threaten me by only saying you'll end your life. We're not that close, so I don't care if you die. However, you must sign this document if you're too afraid to end your life." … Yvette had suppressed all her emotions to the brim and needed to vent somewhere. So, she went to a bar. She sat in a corner, drinking and watching the crowd happily dance in a daze. That was when a dashing man with striking eyes noticed Yvette, who was all alone. He approached and asked, "Yvette?" Yvette stared at the man but didn't recognize him. Still dazed, she asked, "Do you know how one can achieve happiness?" The man was confused. "What did you say?" Yvette continued drinking as she spoke. "The doctor says I'm ill and should try to be happier, but I can't make myself feel happy…" That sparked discomfort in the man, Claude Lander. He wondered if Yvette had forgotten about him. Also, he was confused by what she said—something about being ill and needing to be happier. "You shouldn't be in a place like this if you want to be happy. Why don't I drive you home?" Claude spoke in a gentle tone. A smile curved across Yvette's face as she looked at him. "You're a good person." Complex emotions stirred in Claude when he saw her bitter smile. He wondered what she had been through these past few years. Why did she seem so sorrowful? Meanwhile, Xavier was also at the bar. After settling the divorce papers, he had let himself loose every night. On top of that, he hadn't returned to Dewberry Estate in a long time. It was getting late. When the crowd was about to leave, Daphne noticed a familiar figure in a corner of the bar. She exclaimed, "Isn't that Yvvy?" Xavier glanced in the direction Daphne was staring in and saw a man merrily chatting with Yvette. His expression soured at once. He was disappointed in Yvette for getting drunk at a bar and chatting up another man. He felt like he had thought too highly of her before. "Should we go and check up on her, Xav?" asked Daphne. "No," was all Xavier said before speedily leaving. On the other hand, Yvette declined Claude's offer. "There's no need to trouble yourself. I can go home on my own." Claude was still worried about Yvette, so he ran after her when he noticed her leaving the bar. "Do you really not remember me?" Yvette gazed at him but couldn't recall who he was. "It's Chubbs. Have you forgotten?" Claude reminded her. Only then did Yvette remember her friend, Chubbs, whom she met when she had been living with Viola in the countryside. Back then, Claude had been chubbier and nowhere near Yvette's height. Yet, his six-foot-two-inch frame now towered over her. He had even grown to have handsome features. "I remember now! You've changed so much. I didn't even recognize you!" said Yvette. Meeting an old friend away from home was a pleasant thing. But only a slight smile curved on Yvette's face. That upset Claude. "Come on. I'll drive you home," Claude stated. When he dropped her off, he was shocked to learn she lived in a run-down hotel. Yvette shifted in embarrassment. "Sorry, it's not a glamorous place. Please don't tell Viola I'm living in such a place. I don't want her to worry." Claude nodded. Since it was getting late, it was unwise for him to stay longer. So, he left after telling Yvette he would visit her the next day. He didn't notice the matte black car lingering in a dark area beneath the hotel as he walked out. Now that Claude had left, Yvette felt dizzy and had an upset stomach from drinking too much. That was when someone knocked hard on the door. Yvette had just opened the door when Xavier grabbed her wrist. He exerted so much strength on her slender wrist that it felt close to snapping in half. "You've made me look at you in a new light, Yvette!" Xavier snarled while shutting and locking the door. He then forcefully led her to the couch. He sneered with words as sharp and lethal as a blade, "So, you've already settled on which family you'll marry into next, huh? I knew you wouldn't be so willing to let me go for no reason!" Yvette didn't know why he had come over, nor did she know how he had seen Claude. She was only briefly dazed. Once she snapped out of it, she shot a furious look at Xavier and didn't bother explaining herself to him. The rims of her eyes reddened. "You and I aren't that different from each other." The Snyder family had tricked Xavier into marrying Yvette. However, Xavier had treated her coldly for three years while remaining entangled with his first love. Neither Xavier nor Yvette was a better person than the other. Xavier had also drunk some wine, so he reeked of it. Eyes reddening, he pinched Yvette's chin and spoke with a dangerously low voice. "Who is he? When did you guys meet?" That was the first time Yvette had seen him behave like this. She suddenly chuckled. "Are you jealous?" Xavier's gaze grew tense as he scoffed. "You're unworthy of such a reaction." Yvette became choked up. That was when Xavier leaned in domineeringly and continued interrogating her. "Has he already touched you? Huh?" In her three years of marriage, Yvette had given up on her work and declined to meet her friends whenever they had occasionally invited her out. She had done so to obey the Lane family's rules. But now Xavier was suspicious of her. Relief washed over Yvette just then. She questioned him back, "What do you think?" 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😍Read the next chapters👉 | Chapter 0001 It was ten o'clock in the evening. Sydney Castro sat in front of the dressing table, rubbing essential oils on her body for that glowing skin. Clearly, she was getting ready to please a man. Her husband, whom she had not seen for two years, was returning to Somerland today. She missed him terribly. Sydney oiled every part of her body until she was soft and smooth. Then she put on a white, furry lingerie set with a cheeky little cat tail on the small of her back. In truth, she did not have to go to such trouble in the past. Lorenzo had wished he could stick to her every day, but after that fateful day, everything changed. She went from being his closest lover to the woman he hated the most. Later, their elders arranged for them to get married. However, Lorenzo was so reluctant that he left the country the day after signing their marriage certificate. Now two years have passed, during which he only contacted her once. It was six months after her mother's death that he sent her a divorce agreement. Sydney did not sign the papers. She still harbored thoughts of rekindling her marriage with Lorenzo. However, it was difficult. She was not even aware he was returning tonight. She only found out when she saw Lorenzo’s friends posted about their drinking session on social media. Later, she called her mother-in-law, who helped her and sent a driver to bring Lorenzo back. The driver called. Lorenzo would be home in a few minutes. She had to seize this opportunity and try to rekindle their old flame again. Intentionally dressed up, she knelt on fours by the bed, evenly distributing the rose petals that had been sprinkled on the bed in advance. She was so engrossed that she did not notice a long shadow walking in. Suddenly, Sydney’s cat tail was yanked hard as a hot-blooded torso pressed on her back. Her heart skipped a beat. She turned back and came face-to-face with a deep yet intense set of piercing eyes. "Enzo..." she began delicately, "You finally came..." Back. The rest of her sentence was choked back by a kiss reeking of ethanol. Sydney's eyelashes fluttered as her body responded to his. She was not sure whether Lorenzo was drunk or if her outfit tonight was a success. Lorenzo kissed her so passionately that he wanted to suck her lips swollen. He placed his hands over her waist , grabbing them vigorously. The man seemed satisfied. While taking a breath, he growled in a whisper. "good..." Growling in a whisper was considered flirting. That was Lorenzo’s special habit. Recently, she had been doing yoga. Her figure was way better than two years ago. This was also a surprise for Lorenzo. His words and actions ignited the fire in her heart. Her plump waist rose and fell violently. Her rapid breath escaped her rosy lips. Her glowy, fair hands explored his waist through his custom silk shirt, caressing his hard and steamy muscles for the first time in a long time. She hurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. The smooth material slid down his strong arms. She unbuckled his belt and wrapped her legs around his waist. Eight years of familiarity with each other made them very compatible in bed. No need for any fluff, they went straight into it. Perhaps it was because they had not seen each other for too long. His desire seemed to be even more intense than hers, just like when he first tasted the forbidden fruit eight years ago. The man was excited and tireless. This went on for more than three hours. Finally, he was satisfied. Sydney laid on the man's beautiful sculpted chest and kissed his handsome face obsessively, trying to make up for lost time. Lorenzo kept his eyes closed, allowing her kisses. "I'm very pleased with you tonight."Lorenzo said Sydney smiled and kissed the corner of his lips again. Lorenzo raised the corners of his lips. He grabbed her waist hard, and turned over to hold her down. Sydney was sure that he was in a good mood now. She stretched out her hand to rub his Adam's apple. Right before they did it again, she said bluntly, "Enzo, four years ago…I swear nothing happened between Oliver and I. My body and soul completely belong to you. You are finally back. Can we please forget what happened that day and move forward together?" As soon as she finished speaking, the smile on the man's face froze instantly. Lorenzo raised his hand and grabbed Sydney’s throat. Sydney's heart skipped a beat. She widened her eyes in panic. It was over. She had said the wrong thing. This happened twice before. If she mentioned the words "four years ago", Lorenzo would immediately become ruthless and sinister. Her best friend once said that Lorenzo's reaction was akin to PTSD, a post-traumatic stress reaction. She had doubts at the time, and it turned out to be the same today, which proved that her best friend was right. In a daze, she heard Lorenzo say, "Move forward with me? You? "I touched you tonight because I'm afraid that you, wouldn’t change your disgusting habit and sleep with my friends again!" "I won't, I didn’t..." Sydney explained and reached out to touch his hand, attempting to soothe him. Lorenzo's hand tightened, "Don't touch me!" Sydney's face was red from Lorenzo’s grip on her throat. Lorenzo took a deep breath and suppressed his anger. "You'd better sign the divorce agreement as soon as possible. The past love we had will never be rekindled." The words ‘divorce agreement’ stabbed Sydney’s heart like a sword. She looked up anxiously, and said with difficulty, "We were so good back then. Are you going to completely deny all that I’ve done for you, just because of that incident? "Oliver and I both explained back then that nothing happened to us. We were set up!" However, the more she explained, the angrier Lorenzo became. His hand went up her neck and grabbed her chin. The force in his grip became stronger and stronger. Sydney could feel that he wanted to crush her chin. "Ouch!" He ignored her cries of pain. "Set up? Lying on the same bed with him might be a set up, but what about the child in your belly?" "Sydney, I wanted so badly for that baby to be mine at that time... But all the hospitals we went to in Quill City showed the same result: You were fifteen days conceived a baby.! "I was on a business trip for two months and you were fifteen days conceived a baby. How could you make me believe that nothing happened between you and him?!" After that, Lorenzo shook her off. Sydney fell on the pillow. She straightened her messy hair, stood up again and explained shakily, "But the first doctor I consulted was a traditional medicine practitioner. The old doctor said that I was two months conceived a baby. I didn't tell you immediately because I wanted to wait for you to come back to give you a surprise! "You’ve met that old doctor too. He showed you the prescription he gave me with the time written on it. Why won't you..." "That's enough!" Lorenzo interrupted her, "Handwritten time has no credibility, and it's easier to bribe an old traditional medicine practitioner. Stop now and shut up!" She stood in his shoes and could understand the hurt in his heart. However, she still felt heartbroken from how he decisively shunned her. Especially their child. The rejection was heartbreakingly painful. She knew it was useless to say anything, so she kept quiet and shed tears of frustration. Lorenzo got out of bed and made a phone call. The room was quiet. As the call connected, Sydney heard the voice on the other end. She quickly got out of bed. A woman’s voice. "Mr. Bailey…" Lorenzo said, "Are you still here?" Woman, "Yes, do you want to come over?" "Yeah," Lorenzo said and hung up the phone. Sydney held him back. Her eyes widened with tears and her voice trembled. "Are you seeing someone else?" Chapter 0002 "Yeah, why?" Sydney’s world collapsed as she burst into tears. "When did it happen?! Who is she?!" She looked utterly miserable now. Lorenzo had no mercy, he might have even felt a little pleasure seeing her in pain. "Can’t stand seeing me with someone else?" Yes, she could not stand it. Loving a person would inherently make one possessive. Lorenzo meant so much to her that she could not accept losing him. At this moment, the way she was just speechlessly hyperventilating due to the blow was more pathetic than crying. It felt like she was falling to pieces. Lorenzo's eyes darkened. He got dressed and left the bedroom. Sydney refused to give up and chased after him. "Why won’t you believe that I was set up?" Lorenzo stopped and turned around. "Then tell me, who set you up?" The corridor of the mansion was wide and long. Sydney was speechless as she looked at the lanky man in white shirt and trousers. Four years ago, they talked about this many times. Each time they got stuck here. Exactly. She still did not find out who did it. The setup was extremely vicious. Lorenzo and Sydney’s relationship turned from true love to pure hatred. They were so miserable for each other that it broke apart Lorenzo and Oliver’s friendship. It also caused Sydney to become mentally ill, miscarrying from extreme heartache... However, she still could not identify the mastermind behind this! Four years ago, Sydney and Oliver searched for a long time but to no avail. Lorenzo left. Sydney stood in the corridor for a long time. She clutched her chest and raced towards the room at the corner of the corridor, calling out with each step, "Mrs. Harper..." Her breath became shorter each time. When she reached the door, she reached out and knocked, then her vision went dark as she fell to the ground unconscious. The door opened shortly. The nanny had the shock of her life and quickly picked Sydney up in panic. "Madam!" The sound of a car driving away was heard downstairs. Sydney regained consciousness after Mrs. Harper gave her first aid. Mrs. Harper had a glass of water and a handful of white pills in her hand. She said, "Madam, why don't you tell your husband about your condition? If he sympathizes with you because of this, you might..." Sydney shook her head stubbornly, "He and I are together because we love each other. I don't want to be pitied." She took the pills and swallowed them. She closed her eyes and kept silent for a long time, then she said to Mrs. Harper, "He’s seeing someone else. I want to know who she is. Tell me, is it okay for me to ask his friends?" … Melon, the largest nightclub in Quill City. Music was blaring in a VIP room. Lorenzo kicked the door open and went in. The men who were dancing intimately with the women almost soiled their pants. However, no one dared to be angry. Lorenzo was a peculiar legend in Quill City. In his youth, he was an uncivilized and rebellious devil. Despite being a member of the Bailey Group, the wealthiest corporation in Quill City, he was cast out as the black sheep of the family and was dead broke. Later, his parents could not stand it anymore and made a plan for him to study abroad. He refused without hesitation. Instead, he relied on the prize money he got from a gaming tournament and simply enrolled himself in a vocational school. Such a self-destructive person suddenly changed at the age of twenty. Lorenzo became extremely hard-working. He diligently went to class and hung out in the library. He would also dress up and leave the dormitory at around six o'clock every morning. He rode the bicycle for an hour to Quill City Fine Arts Academy for lectures. Some people claimed that he had fallen in love with a student from Quill City Fine Arts Academy. Not long after, he wanted to start a company. His family was not supportive, of course. So, he put a knife to Grandpa Bailey’s throat and grabbed 300 million to open a jewelry company, registered as Cherr.y. At that time, the Baileys thought that the 300 million was burned for good. However, Cherr.y turned out to be unexpectedly successful. It made ten times the profit in its second year. In the fourth year, it was listed in Newford. Today, the ‘Black Sheep’ was a self-made man and had become the heir to the Bailey Group. Cherr.y had become a world-renowned jewelry brand. As soon as Lorenzo sat down on the sofa, a group of beauties quickly came over and said, "Mr. Bailey!" "Get lost!" The women trembled in fright and scurried away. Two more men sat down and said, "Lorenzo, what pissed you off at home?" Lorenzo kept quiet. He picked up a glass and started chugging. The others did not say anything anymore. They picked up their glass to drink with him. Not a moment later, someone's cell phone rang on the table. "Xavier, your phone!" A handsome man with platinum blond hair sat up on the sofa in a dark hidden corner. Xavier woke up from his nap and scratched his tattooed neck. He took a look at his cell phone and his eyes widened. "Lorenzo," he looked at Lorenzo, "Why is Sydney calling me?" Lorenzo paused mid-drink and looked at Xavier. "Who?" Xavier walked up to him with his cell phone, "Your wife!" Lorenzo's expression turned sinister. "When did you get her number?" Xavier said casually, "On the day you both got married, I gave her my number when we sang together in the karaoke bar." Hearing that, Lorenzo stood up abruptly and grabbed Xavier's collar, "Who asked you to give your number?" Xavier frowned, puzzled at his friend’s sudden rage. He pushed Lorenzo's hand away, "We were all having fun, what’s the big deal in exchanging contact information?" Lorenzo got angry. "WHY" With that, he punched the undefended Xavier. Xavier was caught off guard and slammed onto the marble table. The wine and glasses on the table clattered onto the floor. The atmosphere froze. Lorenzo's eyes turned red like a furious beast. He growled, "Delete her number!" Xavier was no sitting duck either. He was the second generation of the Altmans, an old money family in Quill City. He was the prodigal son of the Altmans, a notorious troublemaker. He could hang out frequently with Lorenzo because they were similar. Xavier wiped the bleeding corner of his lips and punched Lorenzo in return. "What's going on, Popeye? Use your words, not your fists!" Lorenzo was hit on the head. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he grabbed Xavier, pressed him on the sofa and beat him in a frenzy. "How many times have you contacted Sydney in the past two years?!!" Xavier dodged Lorenzo's heavy punches and said, "Why would I contact your wife like I have nothing else to do?! Have you gone mad? I'll admit you to the mental hospital!" These words seemed to hit a nerve. Lorenzo paused. He was stunned for a few seconds. Then, he sat down on the side and then closed his eyes to quell the anger in his heart. Xavier sat up, frowned and rubbed his shoulders. Vulgarities spewed. Lorenzo ignored Xavier. After a while, he calmed down. He opened his eagle eyes and scanned the other men in the room, "Who else saved her number?" Immediately, several men lowered their heads to look for their phones. Lorenzo was startled. Immediately, terrifying sounds of broken bottles filled the space, as well as Lorenzo's angry swear words, and screams of women as they dodge shards of glass. Lorenzo seemed to have lost his mind and started attacking all his friends. Xavier stepped outside with his cell phone and returned Sydney’s call. When Sydney picked up, Xavier humbly said, "Hi, Sydney. What's the matter?" Sydney's voice was gentle and polite. "Xavier, I'm sorry to bother you. Lorenzo got a little upset with me tonight. He blocked me and I can't contact him. I wanted to ask if you know where he is." Chapter 0003 "He was drinking with me, and now he's drunk and acting crazy. I'll send him back to you later. Don’t worry." Sydney paused for a moment then said, "Can you give me the address? I want to check on him myself." Xavier took a deep breath, opened the door and saw the chaos inside. He said, "Melon, A." About ten minutes later, apart from Lorenzo and Xavier, everyone else left. Lorenzo sat on the sofa. He stared at the chandelier on the ceiling, lost in thoughts. Xavier sat next to him, "We are not a part of your drama with Sydney. If anything, go home and solve it with her. Don't go crazy here." Lorenzo closed his eyes. "I’m not going home." "You must," "Then tell me what happened between you two, I’ll find a way for you." Lorenzo, "You can't." “Fine," Xavier said, "If you won't go home, where will you go later?" "Chelsea will pick me up." Xavier was stunned for a moment. "Are you okay? You got so anxious when your wife called me. And now you’re going to see another woman? "I met you late. I don't know what happened between you and Sydney. You left her alone for two years, acting like you really don't care. However, we are not allowed to keep her contact information. What on earth are you thinking?" Lorenzo became impatient again. "Boy, don’t meddle with adult matters." When Xavier started to curse, a creaking sound came from the door. The two of them looked towards the door. “Enzo,” A sweet voice came. The woman had the body of a devil and the face of an angel as she slithered in. She was the ‘Nation’s Goddess’ and top tier actress, Chelsea Dune. Lorenzo's expression finally softened a little when she appeared. "Here she comes." Xavier raised his eyebrows subtly. Chelsea elegantly sat next to Lorenzo while avoiding the mess on the ground. She saw the cut at the corner of his eye. The woman frowned. "Why are you hurt?" Lorenzo said, "It's nothing. I just drank too much." "Does it hurt?" As she spoke, Chelsea reached out and took Lorenzo's arm. Xavier said with a smile, "Hey Superstar, do you know he is married?" Chelsea paused and retracted her hand in embarrassment. "Enzo and I are just friends." "Oh, cool." Lorenzo seemed displeased with Xavier's sarcasm towards Chelsea. He retorted, "What are you trying to say?" Xavier stuck his tongue in his cheek and stood up with a grin. "Nothing. Things among you guys are too complicated for my little brain. I’m gonna go home to bed." As soon as Xavier reached the door, the door was opened from the outside. Xavier paused. Sydney stood timidly at the door. She was timid but she was objectively eye-catching. Her long, dark and wavy hair draped casually down her back. She had light makeup on her delicate and pretty face. Her lips were as bright as cherry, with a hint of sparkle. The velvet, burgundy strappy dress contrasted with her flawless, snow-white skin. She was like a blooming red rose in the dark night. Xavier gulped. He forgot how to speak at that moment. Lorenzo's voice was suddenly heard. "Who’s there?" Xavier was stunned,and stepped aside to make way for Sydney. After Sydney entered the room, he exhaled and came back to his senses. As soon as Sydney reached the door, she froze. Everyone had left. The private room had the brightest lights turned on. Right in the middle, Lorenzo and Chelsea were sitting together with their arms touching each other. To Sydney, that scene hurt her eyes more than the light. Her breath was stuck in her throat. Her lips quivered, but she could not say a word. Lorenzo had an affair with Chelsea, her college bully! "Why are you here?" Lorenzo frowned, "Go back!" Sydney shuddered then finally took a step. She quickened her pace. She went up to the two of them. While everyone was caught off guard, she slapped Chelsea across the face and grabbed her hair. "It's you!" Chelsea screamed, "Ah! Enzo, help me!" “Sydney!” When Lorenzo spoke, Sydney let go of Chelsea. She raised her hand towards Lorenzo, but did not strike him. Her hands trembled. She broke down and shouted, "You clearly know what she did to me back then! Of all the people, why her?!" Suddenly. Slap! Chelsea took advantage when Sydney was unguarded and slapped her back. That slap was even harder than Sydney’s. Sydney felt ringing in her ears, and then blood dripped from the corners of her lips. Chelsea snarled, "Why blame others if you can't keep your man?!" Sydney held her face. Her eyes turned red at Chelsea’s smug expression. She shouted, "I'm taking your life. She tried to attack Chelsea again, but Lorenzo stopped her. He grabbed the back of her head and threw her to the other side of the sofa. "I told you to go back, are you deaf?" Sydney felt as if she had gone deaf. The ringing in her ears was so severe that she couldn't hear what Lorenzo said. Half of her head was throbbing. At this moment, Chelsea suddenly covered her ears and wailed, "Enzo, I can't hear!" Lorenzo was shocked, "You can’t hear?" Chelsea's eyes widened in pity, and her cries became louder. "I can't hear what you said..." Lorenzo looked back and glared at Sydney fiercely. He stood up, arms over Chelsea and walked out, "Let's go to the hospital!" … Xavier, saw Lorenzo escorting a tearful Chelsea out of the room. He knew something was amiss and quickly entered the room. Sydney closed her eyes and clasped her head with her hands. She fell sideways on the sofa. Her shoulders shook. At the moment, half of that bright and charming face was as pale as paper, and the other half was marked with an angry palm print. The blood on the corners of her lips stood out even more. Xavier's eyes widened and he rushed over. "Sydney!" Sydney did not respond. Xavier nudged her gently. "Sydney!" Sydney then opened her eyes, her voice fading away, "My, my ears hurt..." With the slap mark and her ear hurting, Xavier immediately understood what had happened. He helped Sydney up and said, "Let's go to the hospital!" Sydney only managed to take two steps before her legs gave way. She was about to crash. People lose strength when they cannot bear the pain. Sydney would rather die than have Lorenzo cheated on her with Chelsea. Xavier felt a pang of distress. He carried Sydney in his arms and hurried out. … Lorenzo and Chelsea stopped outside the main entrance of Melon. He said, "Wait for me here, I'll get the car." Chelsea held him and said, "Enzo, I'm better now. I don’t think I need to go to the hospital. Come with me and stay with me, okay?" Lorenzo frowned, and just as he was about to agree, something behind Chelsea attracted his attention. Xavier carried Sydney and walked quickly towards the parking lot. Lorenzo frowned, "Since you don't need to go to the hospital, you should go back to the hotel first." With that, he turned to chase after Xavier, but Chelsea pulled him back. "Are you going to look for Sydney? How could she treat you like that but you still can't let her go?" Chapter 0004 Lorenzo's eyes darkened. He did not answer and strode after Xavier. Chelsea exhaled forcefully. Her shoulders trembled. She looked at Sydney and Xavier with clear hatred and jealousy. However, Lorenzo did not manage to intercept Xavier. When he passed by, Xavier's car drifted gorgeously before merging onto the main freeway. … Inside the car. Sydney crumpled into a ball and leaned against the car window. Xavier fastened the seat belt for her. Tears streamed down her face the whole time, but she was expressionless, like a soulless sculpture. The pain in her ear strained the nerves across her head, and pulled out many memories that she did not want to recall. A group of heavily made-up girls surrounded her. The proudest one leading the pack, was Chelsea, the one with the harmless face. Her smile was pure evil. She pulled Sydney’s hair, and let her companions take turns to slap her. Chelsea dripped melted white ice cream on Sydney’s face and chest. Sydney dared not resist because her grandmother, Mary Collins, was in the hands of Christopher, Chelsea's father. The Dunes were quite wealthy. Christopher owned a ceramics company, and Mary used to work as a cleaner in Christopher’s office building. Mary had always done a good job, but that day Chelsea insisted that Mary accidentally destroyed her father's documents. Even a fool knew that it was all a farce. Sydney was a freshman that year and Chelsea was a sophomore. At the Quill City Fine Arts Academy, Chelsea had always been the most sought-after goddess by many in the school. After Sydney entered the school, she stole Chelsea’s glory. Jealousy was written all over Chelsea's innocent face. Chelsea took those humiliating photos and made Sydney look cheap. Soon, other people's harsh words tormented her as well. Sydney, you are so pretty. If You planned turns a resentful woman,would your grandma still need to be a cleaner in her old age to support the family? "Sydney! Hey, Sydney!" Xavier's words pulled her back from her thoughts. She turned her head blankly to be met with a pair of gentle, concerned eyes. Xavier saw her motionless and thought she had died with her eyes wide open. The speed of the car was fast, and the pressure on her back felt comfortable. Sydney took the pills earlier and felt better because her discomfort was suppressed. Her ears still hurt but she could hear clearly. "Xavier, thank you." Xavier breathed out, "As long as you're fine." Sydney continued to be silent. It was already four o'clock in the middle of the night. There were very few cars on the road. After Xavier turned a corner, he looked back at her. His Adam's apple rolled quietly once more. Sydney looked bright and charming from the front, but she looked even more striking with her smooth facial outline and high nose from the side. Her thick eyelashes were naturally curled; It felt like she was God’s favorite. Sydney stood out even among beauties and was considered stunning. She was spotted by a talent scout when she hit puberty in her first year of high school. However, her mother refused to allow her to enter the entertainment industry, so she had been keeping her head down at school. Initially, her mother had strict requirements. Sydney was not allowed to have long hair or wear nice clothes. Throughout high school, she had ugly short hair and wore puffy, outdated and tacky clothes. She was bullied when she started dressing up in college. It was not until she fell in love with that Black Sheep Enzo that she began to step out of her shell because she had someone to protect her. Xavier broke the silence in the car again. "You knew that all the boys have only known Lorenzo in the past three or four years. Am I right to say that you and Lorenzo have known each other for a long time?" With that, Sydney said, "Yeah, he was my first love. I dated him when I was a freshman. He stayed with me throughout my college days for four years. We broke up when I graduated..." "After two years of separation, the elders in our respective families crossed paths by accident, and they arranged for us to get married for some reason. I was willing to get married, but he was not." Xavier frowned. "Do you...love him very much?" "Yeah," Sydney’s voice trembled again, "He used to be... very good to me. Extremely good." She was deeply caught up by their love, whereby a simple sentence could dig up those heavy and profound memories. "I don't have a father. Lorenzo not only gave me the sense of security that a boyfriend should, but he was protective like a father. "For every holiday, others are picked up by their parents, but Lorenzo picked me up. At every start of the school season, parents would send their kids to class, but Lorenzo would send me. The day before school started, he would help me check my luggage. He would make sure I had everything I needed. He would also secretly put money into the pockets of my clothes.” Sydney's tears rolled down her cheeks again as she recalled those memories. Xavier tightened his grip on the steering wheel. His expression became heavy. He did not expect Lorenzo to have such a tender and considerate side. However, tenderness and consideration were the most fearful things in a relationship because trying to move on after a breakup was tantamount to chipping away at the bones. After a moment, Xavier spoke, "You are now... relying on his past kindness to you to support your marriage." This sentence summed up her lonely married life for the past two years. Sydney lifted her hand and wiped her eyes, "I am not willing to lose him. We were so good together; I really can't accept the current situation..." Xavier said, "But Sydney, have you ever thought about it? Many couples who have been estranged were once deeply in love in the past. You’ve been tormenting yourself by living in the past. You will definitely meet a man who treats you better in the future." Sydney sobbed, "I tried moving on, but I still can't get over..." Xavier raised his eyebrows and changed his approach. "Chelsea hit you, but he took Chelsea away without concern for you. Can you bear it?" Sydney was stunned for a moment. The hidden deep affection in her eyes was immediately replaced by hatred as her emotions flared up. "No, I told Lorenzo from the start that anyone who is friends with Chelsea is my enemy. Did Lorenzo really have feelings for Chelsea, or did he do it deliberately to spite me... "No, I can't think like that either," she began to mumble through her chaotic thoughts, "No matter what his purpose is, if he really slept with Chelsea..." She did not continue, but closed her eyes and began to take deep breaths. Some scenes were just fantasies, but enough to suffocate her. Xavier's heart ached a little when he saw Sydney in pain. At the same time, he was also curious about what happened between Sydney and Chelsea. Just as he was about to ask, his cell phone, which he had thrown inside the armrest storage, rang. He looked down. It was a call from Lorenzo. Xavier frowned, turned over his phone and clicked to hang up. He glanced in the rearview mirror again. Behind him was a flashy, black and red car, the world’s rarest supercar. A toy owned by the richest man in Quill City. Xavier looked at Sydney again. Her sobs could really melt a man's heart. He secretly gripped the steering wheel. It was not Sydney who gave him her number first. The men, including him, noticed Lorenzo's indifference towards her, but were too captivated by her beauty, so they asked for it behind Lorenzo's back. Of course, they all found a perfect reason. They asked Sydney to leave her number, so they could contact her for business purposes. At that time, no one dared to have filthy intentions. She was Lorenzo's legal wife, and Lorenzo was one of the most outstanding people among his friends. Aside from the fact that Sydney was married, she was indeed a rare beauty. Everyone thought it was harmless to keep a beautiful woman’s phone number. However, things were different now. He swerved the steering wheel abruptly and turned around in the opposite direction. He accelerated to 200 miles an hour, and threw Lorenzo off his trail. Chapter 0005 Xavier was driving dangerously fast, but his expression was exceptionally calm. In addition to running several companies, he was also a part-time F2 racing driver. For Lorenzo, the supercar was just a means of transportation, but in Xavier's hands, it was a toy. He was sure that Lorenzo would not be able to catch up. Lorenzo watched Xavier's car zoom by his car like a ghost. He was stunned for a moment and quickly turned around. Two minutes later, he lost them. He continued to call Xavier while flooring the accelerator, but still no one answered. … Xavier knew that he had other intentions when he ditched Lorenzo, but he dared not show it in front of Sydney right away. After all, she was still Lorenzo's wife. Xavier was one year younger than Lorenzo whom he regarded as his blood brother, so she was his sister-in-law, in a sense. He took her to the hospital as quickly as possible. After the medical check-up to make sure there were no major problems, Xavier took Sydney back to Celestial Park after applying ice patches to her face. Celestial Park was a famous luxury residential area in Quill City. Sydney and Lorenzo bought their marital home here. As soon as Sydney got to the bedroom, she saw Lorenzo sitting on the sofa at the end of the bed. There was a bottle of white wine on the round table next to him. Sydney's eyes flashed. Without saying a word, she went to bed, lay down, and closed her eyes. A few seconds later, the man's footsteps were heard. Sydney shivered. Her eyelashes became wet again. Lorenzo suddenly got on the bed and pressed on her. She opened her eyes and started to push him away. "Don't touch me..." Lorenzo paused, grabbed her collar with both hands, and tore her skirt apart. Sydney's eyes widened with shock. Her screams echoed through the bedroom. "Don't touch me with the hand you used to touch Chelsea Dune!" Lorenzo froze. Sydney looked at him as tears poured down her face. "I can have no dignity in front of you because we were dependent on each other for those four years. You provided a great deal for me, and you are also the closest person to me besides my mother and grandmother. My heart breaks for you because you were hurt by what happened back then. I can’t bear to see you in deep pain every day because of me so I allow you to vent your grievances by hurting me! “But I can't share the same man with Chelsea, and I can't have the hand that touched her, touch me!! “She is the last straw of my dignity, Lorenzo!" However, these words did not move Lorenzo to show any guilt. Instead, he became angrier. "What about my last straw?" "I was disgusted by you too after Oliver touched you. What you do that night when we got registered?" Sydney trembled. She choked. That night. Her mother and mother-in-law both wanted to seize the opportunity so that she and Lorenzo could have a child as soon as possible, so they tampered with their tea. Lorenzo thought it was Sydney who Framed him. "Why aren't you talking?" Lorenzo's eyes were red as he stared into hers, "Where did Xavier take you? He deliberately didn't answer my call. What did you do?" "Can you stop being suspicious of everyone and anyone? He took me to the hospital!" "Hospital?" Lorenzo sneered, and he tightened his grip on her clothes, this time tearing her skirt all the way, "Sydney, lift your legs for me!" Sydney panicked. "What are you going to do?!" "Let's see if you betrayed me again!" Sydney immediately closed her knees together, "I didn't!" Lorenzo pressed harder and his voice became more forceful, "I don't believe a word you said!" Such stubborn words made Sydney lose the will to refute him. She looked at Lorenzo’s frightening and gloomy face and felt disgusted with him for the first time. She reached out and pinched the back of his hand. "Let me go, I'm tired, I want to sleep!" "I don't want to sleep, why should you sleep!" Lorenzo was still furious. He did not seem to feel any pain in the back of his hand. The grip in his hand became stronger and stronger. He pulled apart Sydney's knees quickly. He spread her legs apart so hard that even her behinds hurt. He was worried that she would resist, so he pressed his knee on her belly and untied his belt. Sydney's tears rolled to the side of her temples and wet the pillow. Still, she said nothing. Since pinching the back of his hand did not work, she pinched his neck hard. Lorenzo winced in pain, but still did not let her go. It felt as if he would not give up if he did not test her. Lorenzo's neck,and even his arms and abdominal muscles were left bruised from Sydney's pinching while she gradually lost hope. She wilted like dry roses, losing all trace of vitality. Lorenzo endured the pain and tried to control her, but failed. Sydney's tearful eyes trembled. Her hand squeezing his chest loosened, and she finally spoke again, "Is that enough?" "Enough?" Unexpectedly, Lorenzo felt even more enraged. He reached out and yanked open the drawer on the bedside table, took out the bottle of essential oil she bought, and then slammed the drawer shut! Sydney seized this opportunity and tried to escape, but he grabbed her ankle in time. "Be good!" Sydney stopped resisting. She knew she would not be able to escape tonight. She was in tears, but she laughed. "Lorenzo, I really didn't expect that one day I would be disgusted with you. Go ahead, disgust me more. So I can hate you enough, and give you what you want..." She thought, ‘Lorenzo should know what I was referring to.’ In the split second, her refusal to sign the divorce agreement suddenly wavered. During the time between being taken away by Xavier and being sent back home, she had been recalling the past. When she recalled the past with Chelsea, she did not want to lose her self-esteem. However, when she recalled every moment with Lorenzo, she did not want to regret losing the man she loved most. She was deeply confused by these opposing feelings. However, right now, she actually felt disgusted with the man she loved most. She was glad. Disgusted by him meant that she could finally let him go one day. Lorenzo's face darkened at Sydney’s words. He could not tell whether he was angry or something else. She wanted to say more, but Lorenzo's lips suddenly covered hers. At the same time, his fingertips of both hands trailed up along her waistline. The faint smell of tobacco mixed with the fragrance and wine was an alluring masculine aroma. In the past, she could never resist his kisses. Lorenzo was even wilder in the past than he is now. He was like a lion in the savanna. The passion and impulse he made her feel was strong and without restraint. Apart from the four years they were separated, they had slept together for four years until now. He understood every part of her body, her preferred tension and pressure. 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🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉 | “Where the f-k is she?” I hear the Beta scream. Oh no, my ex-mate Beta Kyle is looking for me and trying to torture me again. I groan and get to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket and taking it with me. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. It hurts more than usual but still, I don't make sound. Years of experience has taught me to do so. “Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office like you were askedd.” Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If I could just find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. “We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Do you not understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!” I don’t answer and keep my eyes low. I know it's a trick, to try and get me to say something so that he can give himself a reason to punish me. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn’t mess around and he had the largest pack. “He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!” Beta Kyle continues. He places his hands on my shoulders, digging his nails into my thinning skin and turns me around, kicking me in the back as he shoves me towards the office. ”Useless f-king Wolf.” He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean back against the door, observing the already clean office. There was nothing out of place, it looked perfectly fine for a meeting. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought I could finally escape when I turned eighteen, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of drink. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don’t quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. “Is this the way you greet all Alpha’s?” His deep voice rumbles through the room, an edge of amusement to his tone. “I’m sorry.” I whisper, getting to my feet. “I…I thought I was alone.” I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. “Come forward.” He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey was going to kill me. I do as I’m told, allowing him to see me properly and I am met with narrowed crimson eyes. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. “You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?” I nod, though I couldn’t tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. “I would prefer it if you spoke to me.” He growls, “I’m not in the mood to play games.” “Yes.” I whisper. I couldn’t help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? I wasn’t sure how much more my body could take. “How is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me.” “I…..” I hated the question. “Spit it out, I haven’t got all day!” He takes a swig from his drink. I knew why I couldn’t scent him. I knew why I hadn’t been aware of his presence, but telling people why was not something I ever wanted or liked to do. They never let me tell my side of the story. All they do is accept Alpha Trey's word as the truth. “You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?” His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact. “My Wolf abilities were bound,” I mutter. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, “Why would someone do that?” If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. “It was a punishment.” I whisper. It wasn’t far from the entire truth but it was the simplest answer I could give. There’s a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn’t tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me “Neah, what the heck are you doing in my office?” He turns to the crimson eyed man. “I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane.” Crap, it was him. My brother spins around, his hand stretching out to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Alpha Dane’s voice rumbles through the room. Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He was taller than my brother, more muscle too. “Neah,” My name rolls off of his tongue, “was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested.” What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. I was going to pay for this later. I would have to try and steal some food. “Go and get Beta Kyle.” Alpha Trey seethes. “Tell him that our guest is here.” I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. “Beta Kyle,” I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. “Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you.” He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. “You’re lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't be seeing sunlight for a few days.” Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn’t speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn’t last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. “Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating.” I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. “Neah is your sister, correct?” Alpha Dane questions my brother. “She is.” Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. “Why do you treat her like shit?” Straight to the point, my brother wouldn’t like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. “Neah was responsible for our parents' death.” Alpha Trey spits. I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. “Responsible how?” Alpha Dane’s voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. “She served them Wolfsbane.” Don’t make a sound. Don’t make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. Slowly, his hand latches onto my throat but he doesn’t squeeze. “You poisoned your parents?” “I was six.” I splutter. “I just made them lemonade.” My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. “Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old.” “A six year old should know the difference between plants.” Alpha Trey snaps “Sounds to me like she was set up.” Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of my throat. “You weren’t there, Alpha Dane.” My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. “I didn’t ask you here to talk about my slave!” Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha’s he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha’s, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. “You’re right and now I have a few things to mull over.” “I thought we agreed.” My brother exclaims. “Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out.” The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. “What the f-k did you say to him?” My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. “N..nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny.” “Did you tell him?” Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. “WELL?” My brother yells when I don’t immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. “But I didn’t say it was you.” I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. “If you have ruined this, you won’t see daylight again.” He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. “Please….” I beg. “He was an Alpha…I… I had to answer him.” My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull. “Alpha Dane, I thought you had left.” Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. “I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?” “As I said,” my brother holds his ground, “She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves.” “You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!” Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. “If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?” “We don’t….” “Really?” He cocks a brow, “You really expect me to believe that you would have just let her sleep? I have already stopped you from hitting her once. " My brother and Beta Kyle fell silent. I peer through slits to see his crimson eyes on me. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. “I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey.” Alpha Dane is smirking at my brother. “We have already agreed on terms.” “Well, I’m adding one. And if you don’t agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don’t want that.” “I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?” Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. “You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal.” Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? “Deal.” Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn’t take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. “I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow.” He reaches a hand out and cups my face, “Ensure you have everything packed.” He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. “If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about.” He struts out, slamming the door behind him. Seeing Alpha Dane walking out of the door, my brother immediately grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to lead a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. 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