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Yes | 2024-10-07 20:57 | active | 1593 | 0 | 😍Read the next chapters👉 | After three years of marriage, Nina finally slept with her drunken husband Nash, but he called out the name of his first love. When he woke up, he remembered nothing and said to her, "Find out the woman from last night!"... Nina Walker stood by the door of the suite, hearing a low growl coming from inside,"Get out!" It was followed by the sound of something breaking. She took a deep breath and walked in the room. It was a mess inside, Nash sat grimly on the bed. He looked tempting, but his handsome face was dark, teetering on the edge of rage. The woman she had brought was too scared to move, standing bared, with a hint of guilt in her eyes. Yes, Nina had called this woman to be here. she didn't want Nash to find out they had slept together yesterday. They had an agreement - three years of secret marriage, then they could divorce. She had been Nash's personal secretary for seven years and his wife for three. He had warned her that their relationship could only be that of superior and subordinate, never to transcend this hierarchy. Nina stepped forward and said, "Mr. York, there's a meeting at 9:30, you can get up now." Nash's gaze was coldly fixed on the woman. As if he still found it unbelievable. Sensing this, Nina said to her, "You can leave now." The woman breathed a sigh of relief, quickly picked up her clothes and hurried out. Nash's face remained stern as he asked Nina coldly, "Where were you last night?" Nina was momentarily stunned. Was he suspecting her? She felt a bit nervous, "I've been dealing with exhausting projects lately. I fell asleep in the office." As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Nash snort coldly. His face turned cold as he got up from the bed, grabbing a towel to wrap around himself. Nina watched his retreating figure, her eyes slightly moist. In her presence, he always concealed himself, as if being seen by her was something repulsive. But Last night, when he held her in bed and called out "Miranda", it was completely different. She saw the headline this morning: "Rising Star Singer Miranda Lewis Returns Home with Fiancé!" No wonder he had drowned himself in wine and cried in her arms. He had treated her as a replacement for his first love. Bitterness flooded her heart. By the time Nina snapped out of her thoughts, Nash had already finished showering and was standing in front of the full-length mirror. Nina walked over and, as usual, buttoned up his shirt for him. He was so much taller than her, so she had to tiptoe and reach up to put the tie around his neck. As she concentrated on tying his tie, Nash's warm breath brushed against her ear, his voice husky with tension, "Nina, that woman last night... it was you, wasn't it?" | LEARN_MORE | https://shgjfh.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11490&u | Indulge in story | https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/ | 811 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | shgjfh.com | VIDEO | https://shgjfh.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=11490&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/453775012_416909344710546_644965782149644947_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=4Zh4Ee0rThEQ7kNvgF-YUzZ&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AXB6J2Tble5x4jacFRKb4L9&oh=00_AYBBmKgBP4dDFaDO_kj8h0ZQ2iUFXA0S_K5AQNVUdUBAGA&oe=670A4688 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Indulge in story | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-07 20:40 | active | 1591 | 0 | Usted Solo Empaque las Maletas y no se olvide de la Suegra 😜 Yo me encargo del resto estoy para servirle en TODO, para que disfruten en Familia. Mi nombre es Luis Toledo soy agente de viajes y Vivo aquí en ORLANDO FL. ☎️+1786-859-8660 También es WhatsApp. ESPERO TU LLAMADA O MENSAJE. Gracias ☺️ | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/claudiacarmonatravel | claudiacarmonatravel | https://www.instagram.com/_u/claudiacarmonatravel | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | VIDEO | http://instagram.com/claudiacarmonatravel | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/316146922_1552101781880512_3241333588298821516_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=01e7c5&_nc_ohc=fvvL4yVoGCwQ7kNvgGFt4bY&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYAULCBQb36Z5KqUdp5kcqXJRrWTDdYA8XryBiqtqRR2cA&oe=670A610C | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | claudiacarmonatravel | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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PHMUSEUM 2024 WOMEN PHOTOGRAPHERS GRANT | LAST CHANCE TO APPLY | DEADLINE 10 OCTOBER - 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/ | 91,888 | 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-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462321181_1055735449362012_7770000232666299083_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Q24pY-WYG3QQ7kNvgHzmEUf&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AWSo10Z_rVV7w5ZGGHwDm3l&oh=00_AYBRsyf6PyiDRsTtZ17iQwju5bYcnFqJ6AAirpl2DI--qA&oe=670A7445 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | PHmuseum | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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❤️😍What happens next👉 | "Xavier, are you free tonight? I have something to tell you." I mustered up the courage to text my husband, and my hands were a little wet holding the phone. Ten minutes... Half an hour... One hour... There was no reply from the other side. Just like his attitude towards me over the years, indifferent and aloof. I smiled bitterly and threw the phone on the sofa. Then I made dinner as usual and lay quietly on the sofa in the living room waiting for him. I thought he would not come back today. But at twelve o'clock in the early morning, I heard movement at the door. I immediately got up and walked forward, taking his coat and briefcase skillfully . A series of actions, just like an ordinary couple. "Don't text me casually in the future." Xavier's cold voice broke the calm of this moment. My hand hanging my coat trembled, and I murmured, "Okay, I won't do that again." He didn't hear the hidden meaning in my words, and asked me impatiently, "Don't you have something to tell me? What is it?" Even though I was already discouraged, I couldn't help but care about him. I pushed him to the dining table, "Don't worry, drink some stomach-warming soup first." Seeing him sit down steadily and take a sip of the soup, I finally felt relieved and said, "Let's get a divorce." My voice was calm, as calm as if I was talking about today's weather. His deep pupils shrink, "What did you say?" I knew he couldn't believe that I, who had loved him so humbly for so many years, was willing to divorce him. I stared at him straight, "I said let's get a divorce. I know your first love is back, and I decided to let go." "What tricks are you trying to play, Yvette Snyder? Do you want a child or money?" He asked coldly. On my wedding day, my mother and brother took away the large amount of dowry that Xavier paid, violating the terms of mutual benefit between both families. In the past few years, they often forced him to give me a child. I have never had a good image in his heart. "I don't want anything. I just want a divorce from you." I shook my head. Unexpectedly, the usually calm man angrily overturned the table in front of him. With red eyes, he grabbed my wrist fiercely and threw me on the sofa, and his head approached my neck. . . | LEARN_MORE | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 | Indulge in story | https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/ | 811 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | thebvhwysgng.com | DCO | https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13092&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/457270151_954156726399654_8659937070073615280_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=w6nZ_EccdzQQ7kNvgGFbmcB&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AsK4Gykzg9ebCdE0oiCcjYW&oh=00_AYBo9HDsDvLKWPCBscQ1I03e22d_wd8szLBrqi54exu-mw&oe=670A5528 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Indulge in story | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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🔞🔥 Continuer la lecture ➤➤ | (Lily POV) Today is my 14th birthday. There will not be birthday cake, singing, or a party. Instead, we are attending a funeral. My sister's funeral, to be exact. Before my sister... died... we had a large party planned for me. I normally do not have a big party, but 14th birthdays are a really big event to werewolves. They are the day that we first meet our wolves. The next monumental birthday is our 20th birthday; that is when can first identify our fated mates. I am our Beta’s youngest daughter, and my father is loved and well-respected. Everyone was excited to meet my wolf and to see what type of wolf she would be. Thus, the guest list for my party was pretty large, and it included ranked wolves from nearby packs. I am normally a little bit of a loner, hence why I usually do not have a big birthday party. However, for this particular occasion, I was happy to have a lot of guests. Meeting your wolf comes with the first shift/ transition, and that can be incredibly painful. As inherently social creatures, the only thing known to help wolves with the pain of the first shift is to have supportive family, friends, and community around you. The way that it typically works is that the pack will host a dinner or barbeque in your honor. As night falls, and the moon replaces the sun in the sky, everyone will gather inside the pack amphitheater. The shifter-to-be will stand in the middle of the amphitheater while guests quietly chant well wishes and prayers to the Moon Goddess. The energy in the space can be electrifying for everyone present, no matter whether there are 25 attendees or 500. Once the first shift is completed, the new wolf will prance around the stage and strut their stuff. The crowd will “ooh” and “aah” until the pack alpha approaches, learns the new wolf’s name, and introduces the wolf to the crowd. The new wolf will also swear his or her allegiance to the pack and to the alpha, allowing the wolf to mind-link with other pack wolves. Finally, the new wolf and any guests old enough to shift will go for a pack run. The whole process is incredibly special and exciting. As you might imagine, décor is also an important part of the party planning process. Each shifter gets to decide the decorations and party theme that will be used for their party. If more than one wolf turns 14 on the same day, the wolves can either agree on a theme or split the party into parts that they can individually decorate. The pack luna will then work some sort of magic that somehow blends the individual areas into one cohesive theme in the center. My birthday is in October, and despite how large our pack is, I am the only one born on that day. I love having an October birthday because my favorite season is fall. For my décor, I had picked flowers and decorations in rich fall colors, including deep oranges, reds, and greens. Unfortunately, none of my party decorations will be used. Or rather, none of my decorations will be used for me. As I mentioned, we are holding a funeral today instead. My oldest sister, Stephanie, died this morning. Pack and religious tradition dictates that we must hold funerals within 24 hours of death. Because Stephanie died shortly after midnight, her funeral must be held today. All food and décor set aside for my birthday party was therefore immediately diverted for the funeral; thankfully my fall themed colors were sufficiently somber-ish to work. All decorations that seemed relatively “happy”, celebratory, or that mention me have been removed. Pictures of Stephanie have now been placed on tables and podiums, and the music I selected has been swapped out for songs about loss or Stephanie’s favorites. The loss of Stephanie is a really hurting. Not only was she my sister and my parents’ oldest and favorite child, she was also widely anticipated to be the mate of Alpha Randall’s son, James, which meant she was most likely the future luna of our pack. Stephanie would have turned 20 in three months, and she and James would have been able to confirm that they were mates then. The pack was so sure that they were mates —and Alpha Randall was so eager to turn the pack over to James and his mate, once she was identified and ready to take on the luna position— that they deviated from standard protocols and decided to begin Stephanie’s Luna training just after she turned 18. If I am being completely honest, something never sat right with me about Stephanie starting Luna training. Part of it is what Stephanie's Luna training meant for me, but that is a separate conversation. The biggest thing was that I did not understand why luna training could not wait until Stephanie turned 20 and could confirm who her mate was. Lunas for generations have waited for their training; why couldn't Stephanie? It also bothered me quite a bit to watch Stephanie hang all over James at pack functions. Our pack frowned upon dating and public displays of affection prior to finding your mate; it created too much risk for problems, anger, and jealousy once your mate was located. For whatever reason, an exception was made for Stephanie. But then again, exceptions always were made for her. Stephanie was strong and absolutely beautiful, and the pack knew her as being kind, smart, and energetic. She could do no wrong in the eyes of my parents, the alpha, or the pack. I hope I do not sound too jealous or bitter. I loved my sister, and her death is hitting me really hard. It’s just that…. I knew a different side of my sister than everyone else, and I know more than anyone that my sister was far from perfect. Had I spoken up before she died, I would have been accused of jealousy and lying. And were I to speak up now, well… I would be accused of jealousy, lying, AND improperly speaking ill of the dead. It is easier to just let it go. Along with my birthday. It isn't that important anyway. I do not want to be selfish or self-centered. The only immediate problem with letting go is that --bad timing or not-- I am going to shift for the first time tonight. There is nothing I can do to stop or postpone it, as much as I would like to do so. I am worried about how it is going to go. Hopefully, during the reception, my mother or father or brother or someone will be willing to step aside with me for a 20-30 minutes just to get me through it. We could then return and act like everything is normal. Or as normal as it can be with Stephanie now gone. Sadly, I should have known that nothing in life is that easy. Chapter 2: The Little Brat (James POV) I watch sadly as the casket is carried from the temple to the burial grounds. It is a cold October day, and the gray sky and drizzly weather adds to the overall somber atmosphere. I cannot help but be impressed at how quickly the pack was able to pull everything together for Stephanie's funeral. All funerals happen quickly in our world, but because of how fast the funerals must take place, the décor and guest list is usually somewhat lacking. It is a testament to how much Stephanie was loved that they were able to put together so many beautiful floral arrangements in her honor, and that so many people were able to be here to honor her life, including many wolves from other packs. If it wasn't for it being such a horrible occasion, I would actually describe the color scheme as beautiful. Then again, fall has always been one of my favorite seasons. I am vaguely aware that we had some other function on the calendar today, but I honestly cannot think of what it was. With a large pack —the West Mountain Pack has over 10,000 members— we have a lot of functions. As the future alpha, I am expected to attend as many of them as I possibly can, but no one expects me to remember what they all are… even if I try to pretend in the moment. Unless reminded by an Omega or my amazing girlfriend, I can't even seem to remember my own mother and father's birthdays most of the time. My amazing girlfriend. I sigh, wiping a tear from my eye. She will never again be around to remind me about birthdays. Sadly, there will be no pretending that I know what today's ceremony is about. Stephanie Brogan was the love of my life, and she was my future mate and luna. I still cannot believe that she is gone. We never even got to fully experience the mate bond, including the sparks betwwen us. Had she lived just three months longer, our wolves would have confirmed one another as mates and Stephanie would have been able to formally claim her proper place in my bed and in my life. Instead of welcoming her body into my bed, I am saying good-bye to her today. I am also saying good-bye to all of our future plans and dreams together. I cannot help but feel anger and resentment about that. This is not how things were supposed to be. As I watch the funeral procession go by --my father, mother, and I, along with the beta family, must stand at the entrance as guests move from the temple to the burial grounds-- I catch a glimpse of Stephanie’s younger sister, Lily. She is standing next to her mother. She looks both sad and innocent, which causes the anger in my body to rise even more. That little brat is the reason that Stephanie is dead. ***FLASHBACK TO LAST NIGHT*** Stephanie and I are cuddled on the couch in the packhouse living room watching a movie. I have my hand on her arm and I am about to kiss her when she gets distracted by a text message. Stephanie did not let me see the message, which annoys me, but she quickly explains that Lily is lost in the forest after having snuck out to meet a boy. Stephanie’s sister is 13 or 14 years old. She has all the teenage acne and attitude that comes along with being that young. Unlike Stephanie —who has beautiful blond hair and hazel eyes— Lily has reddish brown hair and bright green eyes. Or at least I think they are bright green; she usually has them covered up with large black glasses. Stephanie gets up and tells me that Lily has texted her, begging her to come and find her. I am annoyed by the interruption, but I offer to go with Stephanie to get the little brat. Stephanie says Lily will be upset if anyone else knows about her little escapade. Stephanie reassures me that she will be fine, and then gives me a quick peck. My wolf and I have a bad feeling when Stephanie leaves, but Stephanie has us wrapped around her little finger. It is almost impossible for my wolf and I to disagree with her about anything. We pause the movie and decide to get some work done in my dad's office while we wait for Stephanie to get back. I am a night owl anyway, so I do not mind waiting. Unfortunately, about an hour after Stephanie leaves, I get an urgent mind-link from our pack warriors. They report that the Little Brat had been spotted running out of the woods screaming for help. Before they can say much more, I shift into my wolf form and take off running. I follow Stephanie’s scent far into the woods…. until I come to a small clearing, which is covered in Stephanie’s blood. Her bloody clothes are tossed around, and chunks of her hair are thrown about as well. It is the worst, most savage site that I have ever seen. The smell of rogues is all over, so it is fairly obvious what has happened. The a---holes didn’t even bother to leave her body. ***END OF FLASHBACK*** Tears threaten to continue to fall as I think back to the scene last night. I have not slept or eaten since I found what was left of Stephanie, and I am having trouble holding my emotions together. Now that my eyes have spotted Lily, my anger with her becomes a welcome distraction. I have a very hard time looking away from her. The truth is that I have always found myself strangely curious about her, but today… today all I want to do is take my anger out on someone, and she seems as good a target as anyone else. Her teenage behavior cost me my mate! And it cost this pack its future luna! My wolf, Luke, begs me to calm down. It is an interesting thing, having the wolf side try to calm the human side. As upset and angry and emotional as I am, it is tempting to ignore him and immediately start teach that Little Brat a lesson. However, I decide to follow Luke's advice after he reminds me that Stephanie deserves to have her funeral be all about her and not some whiny teenage brat. That does not mean that I am going to let Lily get away with what she has done, but I wait until a more appropriate time to take my revenge. I turn my focus back to Stephanie’s casket, which we filled with her bloody clothes, hair, and anything that could be found at the site that had her blood on it. The casket has been brought to the center of the amphitheater. The alpha and beta families take their seats in the front row, and my father and the pack priest move beside the casket to begin the ceremony. The ceremony involves a lot of prayers, rituals, and speakers. The average ceremony takes 2-3 hours, and Stephanie's will most likely take closer to 4-5 hours given her status in the pack and how beloved she was. During the ceremony, I keep trying to distract myself by looking around as others around me. I do not want to be seen as weak by curling into the fetal position and wailing like a baby, even though that is the only thing I want to do right now. My heart breaks as I glance at Stephanie’s parents next to me in the front row, holding on to one another as they cry. Seeing Stephanie’s father —a strong, powerful Beta wolf— break down is a sight I have very rarely seen. The pain in his eyes is heart-wrenching. I also notice Stephanie's brother, Nick, as he clings to his mate, Jenny. Both of them are crying as well. Nick is my best friend, and I have known him since we were tiny pups, but I have literally never seen him cry. I notice that there are no dry eyes anywhere. Even my father has a few stray tears running down his cheeks, although I am sure he would punch anyone who pointed it out. He is a proud man, just like me. As the sky continues to darken, I notice the Little Brat starting to act like she is uncomfortable in her seat. I can tell that Stephanie's mother is getting agitated, and rightly so. For once, can the Little Brat not think about something other than herself? Seriously. It is one ceremony. Just one. For an older sister who died trying to help her. How dare the Little Brat not hold herself together? The next thing I know, the moon is high in the sky and the final rites are being spoken by the priest. As exactly that moment, the Little Brat whispers something in her mother’s ear. Her mother turns and glares at her, causing the Little Brat to put her head down. I then watch as the Little Brat stands up and walks away. She looks like she is in pain, and I hope that she is. How dare she walk away from her sister’s funeral! Especially in the middle of the last rites! I am tempted to follow her and give her a piece of my mind, but Stephanie means more to me than that. I remind myself once again that I will get my revenge on Lily aka the Little Brat soon enough. For tonight, I must remain focused on the love of my life. Chapter 3: Lily Meets Rose “Y-yes.” “Good. Now open your eyes.” I opened my eyes and immediately noticed that I was not human anymore. My feet and hands were paws. I then looked into the water that pooled at the edge of the waterfall, and I saw my reflection… or rather the reflection of Rose. My heart stopped. There are many different types of wolves —alpha wolves; beta wolves; gamma wolves; warrior wolves; silver wolves; white wolves; red wolves; omega wolves. And even within those categories, there are varying sizes and colors and markings. We learn about the types of wolves in school. “Expect the unexpected” was a phrase that was often said about the first transition, but in reality your wolf generally follows your lineage: the children of alpha wolves will generally be alpha wolves; the children of beta wolves will generally be beta wolves; and so on. Typically, the big excitement —especially with children of ranked wolves— centers on the size, color, and personality of the new wolf. Looking back at me in the reflection of the pool was a type of wolf I had never seen or learned about in school. Rose’s fur was a beautiful bluish-silver color that almost glowed. On the right side of her rump was a large black crescent moon symbol, and the black coloring of that symbol matched her solid black paws and black tail. In addition, I noticed that Rose was huge. Although it was tough to tell, it appeared to me that Rose was at least as large as some alpha wolves. “What type of wolf are we, Rose?” “A special type. You will learn more as time goes on, but know that the Moon Goddess has blessed you and I, Lily.” I did not say anything; I was not sure what to say. Rose and I sat by the waterfall for a while longer, until I remembered Stephanie’s funeral. “We need to get back!” I told Rose in a panic. Rose guided me through how to transform back to our human form, and I frantically searched the nearby trees for clothes. I found a men’s t-shirt and shorts. Both were far too big for my small frame, so I opted to just put the t-shirt on. I also grabbed my eye-glasses off the ground and put them on; thankfully they did not break during the transition. Now that I had Rose, I would not need the glasses anymore because she would heal my eyes. However, Rose warned me that —for now— it was best that I continue to wear the glasses and let the pack believe that I did not yet have my wolf. I thought it was a curious thing for her to say, but I had no reason to not trust her. I hurried back to the packhouse and got into the beta suite, hoping to quickly change clothes and re-join the mourning crowd. Unfortunately, once I got in the suite, I was met with the angry, accusing eyes of my mother. “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? HOW DARE YOU MAKE A SCENE AT YOUR SISTER’S FUNERAL! HAVE YOU NO SHAME? ARE YOU SO SELFISH AND SELF-CENTERED THAT YOU CAN THINK OF NO ONE BUT YOURSELF?” I said nothing. What could I say? My mother then did something that, in my 14 years, she had never done before. She slapped me. Hard. And the beating continued from there. Chapter 4: Living in the Shadows (6 years later) (Lily POV) Six years have now passed since that fateful day that Stephanie died. I wish that I could say that life has moved on, and that we have found good in the bad... but for the most part, it isn't true. Stephanie is just as much a part of this pack today as she was before she died. And the grief felt in the pack is just as raw and angry as it was that first day. If anything has changed, it is that --instead of Stephanie being out in the center of things-- she lives on almost like a shadow over everything. She now has a couple of streets named after her --Stephanie Lane and Steffie Avenue (her nickname was "Steffie"); and you can quite literally find some of her favorite outfits on display in glass cases at various places throughout the pack. Even more bizarre, the day she died was turned into a pack holiday, as was her birthday. Everyone but pack omegas have both days off from work, school, and training, and there are somber celebrations and remembrances planned to commemorate each occasion. I once made the mistake of asking my parents whether this was a normal reaction to the death of a single she-wolf. We can love and miss her, but to continue to hold large ceremonies every year? And to treat her as a saint and forget that she had a human side too? That seemed a bit too much to me. As far as I know, the pack has never done this for any other luna or future luna, and it only honors 2-3 historical alphas in such a manner. I was rewarded for my questions by being called jealous and hateful. (I also received a significant beating, but beatings had become commonplace from my mother, so I cannot say that my question necessarily triggered the beating I received that day. Plus, the beating hurt far less than what I received before Stephanie died. But for the slight pain and who did the beating, I almost would not have minded.) Overall, I think the worst part of losing Stephanie six years ago wasn't losing Stephanie... it was how losing Stephanie impacted my relationship with my parents and other pack members. Before Stephanie died, I was well aware that Stephanie was my parents' favorite. My older brother Nick and I would even joke about it from time to time. But even though Stephanie was their favorite, they still treated me really well and loved me. They never would have raised a hand to me before Stephanie died. After Stephanie died, however, my parents could barely look at me. And when they did, I saw the unmistakable wish in their eyes that it had been me, not Stephanie, that died that fateful night. In addition, my parents stopped caring about my well-being generally. I lived in their house until I was 17, but I was responsible for my own meals and necessities. I was forced to take on a part-time job at a nearby diner just to ensure I had clothes and food to eat. (I technically could have eaten the food that was available in the packhouse, but the dirty looks and mean comments made by my parents, James, and other pack members were enough to make that an unrealistic option.) Also, in case you are wondering, I have not celebrated a birthday since Stephanie died. Not one single soul other than Rose has bothered to tell me happy birthday. No one even bothered to ask me whether I had received my wolf. That wasn't because birthdays stopped being important; it was just mine whose meaning changed. I attended plenty of birthday parties, and the pack hosted plenty of 14th birthday celebrations. In fact, I think it was because of one of those birthday celebrations that someone finally questioned whether I had received a wolf. It was a legitimate question, given that I was over 14 and never joined a pack run. Rose encouraged me early on to skip them "for safety reasons," and I was all too happy to do so. Had anyone bothered to ask me directly about my wolf or about why I was skipping the pack runs, I would have been honest... but no one ever did. Instead, a rumor spread that I was wolfless. Pack members speculated that I lost my wolf as a result of post-traumatic stress from losing Stephanie and/or guilt for what I had done to Stephanie. That latter theory was the one that really got under my skin, because I knew that was a theory and rumor spread by James. Shortly after Stephanie's funeral, he told my parents and most of the pack that Stephanie was only in the forest that night to save me. He also said I had gone out to meet a boy. I have no idea why he would say such things; I have never had a boyfriend and Stephanie was the one who asked me to meet her in the forest. This rumor was the main reason that I received a beating from my mother the night of my first shift. And it probably adds to the reason that pack members wish me dead. Notably, though, I have never dared to defend myself. To tell the truth would be the equivalent of talking negatively of both Stephanie and our future alpha.... and would likely lead to a death sentence. So instead, I have always just pushed through. One of the ways that I have survived is to hold on to the faith that one day things will be different. Another thing that I have done is take every last opportunity to leave the pack. For example, I hurried through high school so that I could graduate early, and I then went away to college. To avoid coming home, I have been loading up on credit hours and taking every term of school -including the mini winter sessions-- that I can get. I am also taking advantage of a unique expedited program offered just for werewolves doctors. Given all of these things, I actually expect that I can become a fully licensed werewolf doctor in just a couple more years. Until I become fully licensed and independent, I will have to continue to bear the shadow of my sister and the pain that comes with it. I am required to be present for both of her holidays --all pack members are; there are no exceptions-- but thankfully those are among the very few times that I can reliably be found at the Western Mountain pack these days. My ultimate goal is to meet my mate and become a pack doctor in his pack... which I pray to the Moon Goddess is not the Western Mountain pack. If, Goddess forbid, my mate is in this pack, perhaps I can convince him to transfer packs with me. Goddess willing. Tomorrow is my birthday. I guess we will find out then. Chapter 5: Without His Luna (James POV) Tomorrow will mark six years since Stephanie died. Everything and nothing has changed. I still think of Stephanie every single day. Her beautiful smile. Her laugh. The kindness that she showed to pack members. The ethusiam that she showed for her luna training. Stephanie would have been an amazing and strong luna. Had Stephanie lived, we would have been happily married by now. We would probably have already had at least two adorable pups, who would have been doted on by two loving sets of grandparents. Together, Stephanie and I would have been leading the West Mountain Pack to new heights. Of course, Stephanie is no longer here. And without Stephanie… Well, without Stephanie, I am only a fraction of the man that I used to be, and only a fraction of the wolf. Without Stephanie, I am not even Alpha yet. In our world, most alpha heirs take over from their fathers between 25 and 30 years old. That timing ensures that most alphas will have already found their mates before they take over the running of a pack. Running a pack is not easy to do by yourself. Even with a strong beta and a strong gamma, a luna’s importance to a pack cannot be underestimated. A luna brings heart and balance to a pack and to the alpha himself. She is the alpha’s equal, and she is one of the few werewolves in the pack who can get away with challenging and questioning an alpha’s decisions. If she exercises her role properly and judiciously, a luna’s presence can lead to better overall outcomes, decisions, and governing. This is especially true if the luna is the alpha’s fated mate, because it means she takes on her role with the blessing of the Moon Goddess. Alpha heirs who take over their packs prior to turning 25 typically do so either out of necessity, or because they have been fortunate to have been mated very early to a strong luna. Six years ago, when Stephanie was still alive, my father thought we were going to be part of the lucky latter category. He had been very eager to take an early retirement. He and my mother had fantasized about all the European trips and Caribbean cruises that they would take after I was sworn in as alpha, and they had already had tentative plans for at least one of those trips. Of course, all of those plans were ultimately scrapped. Today, I am old enough to take over as alpha, even without a luna by my side… but my father is concerned that I am not mentally strong enough to do so yet. He sees me as broken. My father is probably right. It is a little hard not to feel broken. The reminders of Stephanie are everywhere. Even after six long years, I feel like I cannot escape from the reminders or from my grief, and it is suffocating. The packhouse has practically turned into a mini museum to her, and almost all of the local businesses have some sort of small dedication, whether it be a dedicated drink, food item, picture, or shelf of Stephanie-inspired items. Worse, twice a year, we hold a series of ceremonies and remembrances for Stephanie. As Stephanie’s mate and as the future alpha heir, I am expected to attend every one of them. I want to be there. I know that I should be there. But… It is complete and utter torture. Every day without Stephanie is difficult, but Stephanie’s birthdays and death anniversaries always hit me the hardest. What I want to do more than anything on those two days is be by myself so that I can process my grief. There is a waterfall that I like to go to. If I could, I would spend all day there on both days. The waterfall isn’t exactly hidden, but to find it, you have to go pretty far within the woods and know where to go. As far as I know, I am the only one in our pack who ever goes there. Being at the waterfall brings me comfort; it always has. That is where I want to be when I am grieving or upset. Unfortunately, instead of spending time in the comfort of my waterfall, I have to spend the two hardest days each year out in public with almost 20,000 eyes watching my every move and every reaction. Instead of just… grieving… I have to be conscientious of how every display of emotion can impact and be perceived by the pack members. As I listen to pack members, Stephanie’s parents, and my own parents take turns telling stories about Stephanie and her good deeds, I am expected to somehow strike an impossible balance between sadness and strength. At each of the events, year after year, the remembrances are largely the same. At this point, I practically have the speeches memorized. The speeches usually include stories about how Stephanie would bake cookies and send her sister to deliver them to the guards working the late-night shift on the borders. And stories about how any time anyone was injured in training or at battle, she would not only have her sister deliver care baskets to patients at the hospital, but she would also put one together for any family members separated from them while they were recovering. My parents talk about how eager Stephanie was to take on her position as luna, and how dedicated she was to her training, even working on lessons for hours at home multiple times per week. Stephanie’s parents talk about their prior dreams for their daughter and the hole they continue to feel in their hearts. Nick talks about how family celebrations do not feel the same without Stephanie there, and Jenny talks about wishing that she still had a sister-in-law to bond with and engage in girl talk. The only blessing is that —as the grieving mate— no one expects me to say anything at these events. But that does not spare me from the staring and judgment. If I show too much sadness, pack members worry that I am weak and will not able to be the leader of the pack in the future. If I seem too stoic or show too much “strength,” pack members could perceive me being disrespectful towards Stephanie’s memory. They will also worry that my reign as alpha will lack balance and compassion…. which I already hear whispers about from time to time. Sometimes, I feel angry about the whole thing. I would never, ever expect anyone who has lost their mate to put themselves on a stage multiple times a year and be judged on whether their external grief is appropriate enough. And yet my parents have no problem doing it to me. I tried to push back once, but only once. As you can imagine, it did not go well. I started the conversation by telling my parents that I did not think it was healthy for me to be surrounded by constant reminders of Stephanie, and I told them that I thought the constant remembrances were counterproductive to my mental health. I suggested that we scale back the events, or make them more private affairs. My father got angry and accused me of being selfish. He told me that being uncomfortable and coping with the pressure of judgmental pack members is part of being an alpha. Meanwhile, my mother reminded me that the ceremonies had been Stephanie’s parents’ idea, and she asked me if I wanted to be the one to tell them it was no longer important to celebrate Stephanie’s life. No, of course I did not want to tell Stephanie's parents that. No, I did not want to be selfish. I just wanted --and still want-- to not feel so sad all the time. Six years in, and the only reprieve I ever get from my grief is when the Little Brat is around. She has made herself scarce the last few years, but when she is around, my wolf and I can sense her from a mile away. My wolf and I fight about her all the time --for some reason, Luke seems to have a soft spot for the Little Brat-- but we can agree that it is nice having her around. For me, it's because I have a worthy target for my anger and rage. Chapter 8: Daddy's Girl (Lily POV) The drive to the pack house was eerily silent. After my father and I arrived at the pack house, my father quickly exited the vehicle and headed to his office, leaving me on my own. I timidly and cautiously got into the beta suite, but I was relieved to find that my mother was already in bed. I decided to go directly to my room and try to sleep as well. Unfortunately, I ended up tossing and turning all night. The look on my father's face when talking to the guards continued to haunt me. When I did sleep, I had nightmares. Strangely, Rose seemed restless too, but other than briefly wishing me a happy birthday after it hit midnight, she did not say anything. I think the main thing that provoked my nightmares and kept me up was that my heart ached for my father. I knew that I wanted to help him with his pain and ease his suffering, but I was not sure what I could do or say to make things better. It has already been six years. If time has not helped heal his heart, what could I do? The truth is, I am not Stephanie and I never will be. The only thing I have ever known how to do for my father is to try to stay out of his way. At least for my mother, I can serve as a literal punching bag to help her relieve her grief. And for others in the pack, I can serve as both a literal and metaphorical punching bag. But, I am nothing to my father: my father has neglected me and ignored the sufferings I went through, but he has never directly participated in any of them. Perhaps that is one reason his pain upsets me more than the pain of everyone else. He is the least awful amongst my current tormentors, and I can sometimes lie to myself that he does not know or agree with how much I have suffered. I know that it probably seems strange that my heart aches for him at all, given that he is someone who, for the most part, could care less about me. However, please understand that for my own sanity, I have chosen to remember and hold on to the good times in my childhood. Of course, there is also the fact that... regardless of how my father currently feels about me... I have always been --and will probably always be-- a daddy's girl. It is just part of who I am. Since I was in diapers, I have looked up to my father and considered him to be my superhero. Before Stephanie died, I never saw an ounce of weakness in him. He was my strength and my rock. I always had an strong desire to make him proud of me. He was always the first one I ran to when I got a good grade on a test, or when I drew a picture I thought he might like. And ...before Stephanie died... he was always the first one to dry my tears when I got hurt or to give me reassuring praise when I felt down. Even though I knew Stephanie was his favorite... even though I knew Stephanie's accomplishments would always be greater, and that he would always be more proud of her... those little things mattered to me. I lived for those moments. Sigh. By 5:30 am, I gave up on any hope of further sleep. Stephanie's first remembrance event was not scheduled until 11 am, so I knew I had a little bit of time. Eager to take advantage of that time and also avoid my mother, I took a quick shower, packed a small backpack, and headed out of the house. Predictably, my feet led me to the waterfall that I had shifted in front of six years ago. I have come here at least twice a year since Stephanie died, usually on her birthday and death anniversary. The waterfall brings me an odd sense of peace. As beautiful as it is, I do not know anyone else who comes here. Perhaps that is why I like it so much. I sighed. "It is easy to tell myself that when I am away from the pack and not having to cope with the consequences. It is a lot harder to believe that I am blameless when everyone around me is crying and upset all the time. You saw my dad last night. That nearly broke me. He is still hurting so much." "That does not make any of it your fault," Rose protests. "Rose, the day before Stephanie died, I prayed that the Moon Goddess stop Stephanie from continuing to hurt me." "She was not hurting you, Lily. She was torturing you. There is nothing wrong with you praying that it stop." "There is if it cost Stephanie her life." "Lily, you are not giving the Moon Goddess enough credit. You are smarter and stronger than this. You need to stop with the emotional vomit and ---" Suddenly Rose stops talking through the link. She is pacing back in forth in my head. I have no idea what is going on, until the overwhelming scent of vanilla and coffee beans hits my nose. "Mate! Lily, our mate is here! Mate, mate, mate, mate, mate!!!" I stand, dust the ashes off of my jeans, and turn around. My heart drops when I recognize the werewolf standing about 200 feet away from me. This has to be a joke. 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No | 2024-10-07 20:40 | active | 1591 | 0 | ❤️😍What happens next👉Click Here to read on👉 | Chapter-1 Amelia Pov Clutching my chest I cried harder. How could he. How can he just end our years older relationship in just few minutes. What’s my fault. What was my fault in all of this that he’s punishing me. I have to talk to him. This is not a right thing to do. We love each other for years. Just because of his step sister’s accusation and my brother being accused he can’t do this to me atleast. After a proper time of convincing myself. I decided to talk to him. Dialling his number I held it near my ear. On one ring Someone picked the call and silence spread all over. I closed my eyes letting more tears to fell down. I can hear his harsh breathing. “Liam.” I whispered making him sigh out. “Amy.” I heard his raspy voice. He clearly sounded like he was crying and was drunk. “Don’t do this Liam. We can handle this matter first. We don’t have to get divorce yet. Please.” I said almost begging him. “I don’t want to do this as well Amy. Just come to me. I l-love you so much. P-Please stop standing up for him. Just come to me and leave him. P-Please.” I closed my eyes hearing his cracked tone. “I can’t Liam. He’s my brother. Why don’t you understand this.” I heard him scoff. “And she’s my sister Amy. I promised my father to protect her. I can’t do this to her. Your presence will always remind her of your brothers barbaric act. Just come to us and tell her that you support her. You can save us Amy.” I wiped my tears feeling helpless. “Fine then. You fight for your sister. And I will for my brother. Because if my brother is guilty I will ask for Kate’s forgiveness sitting on my knees but I would never leave him till he proved to be guilty.” “FINE. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. YOU WANT TO DESTROY US THEN FINE. I DON’T KNOW YOU ANYMORE AMELIA. I DON’T. I don’t k-know you anymore.” With that he cut the call but not before I heard his loud sob. More tears made their way to my pale cheeks as slowly my whimpers turned into loud sobs. Why Liam why can’t you wait. Why you want to end us like this. “Amy.” I heard Harry’s voice. I wanted to wipe my tears. I didn’t want him to blame himself for my pain. But as much as tears I tried wiping away more made their way to my cheeks. I stared at him with teary and sad eyes as another sob left from my lips. “I am sorry sis. I am sorry.” He hugged me tightly crying as well. I shook my head kissing his forehead. “No you don’t have to. I trust you my brother. We will fight. Even if I have to sacrifice more than I already had lost. I wouldn’t back off. We will prove your innocence. I promise your sister will never leave you. Hmm you just have to be strong.” He nodded his head wiping my tears I did the same as we again hugged each other. AuthorPov Being 5 years older than Harry. Amelia promised herself to take care of her brother in his every step of life. She was only 16 and Harry 11 when their parents died. She was arranged to Liam from the day she born. Because of their parents small company she was able to take care of hers and her brothers study plus basic expenses. Liam and Amelia had always liked each other from the childhood. They had a lot of similarities which quiet of made easier for them to fall for each other. Liam’s father died when Liam joined the company at the age of 21. Rose was a daughter of his father from his second marriage with Luna. Both mother and daughter had been kind to Amelia and Liam all over. Liam even though never really liked Luna but he vowed to protect and give his step sister everything she wished for. When Harry turned 18 he fell for Kelly after meeting her in the final year of his high school. They both started dating and at the age of 20 they both got engaged but someone already had eyes on Harry which resulted in the destruction of everything. People says right. Too much Jealousy is the most vicious disease. Once a body catch it. It always ends up destroying everything including ones own self. Weeks passed by and as per promise Liam send the divorce papers along with attempt rape charges on Harry. Harry was arrested but it didn’t shock them as they already knew it’s gonna happen. Everything had started but somewhere in Amelia’s heart she still wanted to save her crumbling marriage because for her divorce is not a solution. In her view she and Liam should wait for the proper results but Liam clearly refused to listen to her. Holding the divorce the papers she walked inside the house. The same house she once called as hers. She wanted to talk to him. Even if it’s for the last time. But divorce is not a joke. She suddenly froze in her place when she heard groaning and moaning sounds. She clearly recongized that groan. But the difference was the moan wasn’t hers. Blood rushed to her ears and her heart went numb. Soon the door of the room slammed open and a half naked Liam walked out. He still didn’t notice her as he walked towards the hallway where she was standing. Soon his steps halted when his eyes fell on the pale feet standing infront of him. His eyes roamed upwards and finally met with those electric grey ones. Her empty and numb gaze met his. She looked lost. While he looked horrified. He was frozen. He didn’t expect her to catch him in an act. After few minutes of him looking at her with pure guilt and her with disappointment. They heard footsteps and finally lawyer came inside. Without another word she brought out a pen and opened the divorce papers. Without any hesitation to Liam’s shock she signed the papers and handed them to the lawyer who had pitiful eyes. “Babe where are -- Oh.” Girl came out and stopped only covered in a blanket. She instantly went inside after seeing another man there. Lawyer’s face scrunched in disgust. The man wasn’t divorced yet but he still. Gross. “After finalizing the divorce give me the copy Lupas.” Lupas the lawyer nodded before muttering. “You still have time. You can talk out.--” His words cut short with Amelia’s chuckle. “Marriage has some limits Lupas. And once those limits have been crossed. Nothing left to talk. Because that limits are disrespect. Unfaithfulness and the end of love. And.” She turned her gaze to Liam who had teary eyes. “Our marriage has crossed it.” With that she walked out of the house. Liam didn’t follow her as well even though his heart was screaming to run towards her. But how could he. He’s the one who knowingly crushed them. He took the papers and signed them. After a day they had a hiring and their divorce was finalized. That time Amelia understood one thing. She has to give her brother a justice. A justice he deserves. That was her one and last aim now. To prove that her brother was innocent. _______________________________________ Chapter-2 Author Pov Everything seems to just come to ruins in Amelia and Harry’s lives. All the things that was happening to them was bad and bad. Amelia’s trust on her brother increased even more after seeing his condition. Harry’s health kept on worsening day by day. The poor guy was going into depression. If it was not for his sister and his fiance he would have hurt himself after all the pain he was going through. Their business got destroyed. Amelia had to sell their mansion to get the money so she could fight the case. Everything becomes worst for the siblings and Amelia knew who was behind all of this. Liam. He was doing his best to give the siblings the worst pain they could ever imagine. He wasn’t only in rage for what Harry was accused. But also mad at Amelia for leaving him and choosing her brother. He wanted her to beg him for mercy but nothing. Amelia was way too stronger than he could ever imagine. She knew one day he will regret the things he was doing to them badly. But it will be of no use. Harry’s mental kept on worsening. He was dropped from his university as well. His career seemed to go in ruins because of the accusations that he wasn’t even responsible for. The mockings. Disgusting stares and knife like words of people was doing well in destroying the poor guy. He was only 21. No matter how much he try to act strong the pain was too much. He wanted to be strong for his sister and fiance but with time he was losing everything even himself. He tried to help her sister after he bailed out but he couldn’t keep up with the rejections he got with the harsh words. How can people judge someone without even knowing the truth. It hurts when you were accused of something you never did. It was hurting him beyond his limit. Hate was a small word to describe what he was feeling for Kate and Liam. He knew that Liam was doing everything for his sister. But the extend he has gone to now seems to tore apart not only him but his sister too. “Brother. Get yourself together. I promise I am here for you.” Harry shook his head crying on his sister’s shoulder clutching the ring in his hand. His fiance. Kelly end their engagement finally believing kate after 3 trials. It’s been 5 months from the day case was going on. And now kelly had finally gave up on Harry saying that she can’t deal with all of this. “S-She said. Maybe I d-did tried t-to. Rose I-I never.” He couldn’t contain the words to deliver further as he was beyond hurt remembering Kelly’s words. “No no I trust you my lil Prince I know you did nothing. I know please be strong. At least for your sister. I trust you. We will prove your innocence.” He shook his head pulling away from her. “How. Liam is making sure to make our lives extremely painful. He will destroy us. Why not you just listen to him. Like he asked you to marry him again. Be with him and I will just ask for forgiven---” “FOR WHAT. For what you asked for forgiveness. Did you assault Rose.” Harry immediately shook his head. “Then we will fight. We will fight till your innocence is proved. Don’t worry your sister will be with you till her last breath.” She said caressing his both cheeks wiping his tears away. “I just want you to be happy.” Amelia shook her head caressing his head before again pulling him in her arms. “I will be happy the day everyone will beg for your forgiveness. I will be happy when I will prove that my brother is innocent.” Harry smiled through his teary eyes feeling grateful for having a sister like her. Suddenly their moment got intrrupted hearing a knock on the door. They had shifted in a small apartment after selling their mansion. It was a cosy small apartment but quiet fine for both siblings. “I’ll go check it. Wipe these tears and be strong ok. Your stronger than this. Right my Prince.” He smiled nodding his head. Amelia went to the door opening it and instantly blood drained out of her system witnessing the man standing there. The same face she used to adore so much now she despised it with her everything. Liam chuckled at her pale face. “Aren’t you gonna invite me in.” She frowned at the man’s audacity before trying to close the door but instead he slammed it open making her stumble back a little. He barged in with his two men following him inside. “What the hell. Get out of my house. Right now.” She seethed at him following him inside. He finally stopped in the living room making Harry to stand up with a frown. Liam smirked as his eyes fell on the ring laying on the glass table. He shot Harry a mocking glare. “What happened bastard. Your butterfly flew away. I heard Kelly broke the engagement with you and you know. She’s now a fiance of one of the biggest businessman of France Daniel Stroke. He’s my friend he liked her alot and finally proposed her and she accepted it. I think they gonna get marry in two or three months. How are you feeling.” Hurt was visible in Harry’s eyes which raged Amelia up. She grabbed Liam’s arm roughly turning him around making him to face her. “Yes. She broke the engagement. But you know we don’t care. It’s better to not have unfaithful people around us. Because only bad times tells us whose sincere and whose not.” Harry smiled lightly hearing his sister’s words. Liam clenched his jaw before taking a step closer to her but she didn’t step back just stare at him with the same intensity and challenge. “Your playing with fire darling. I told you didn’t I. I told you to come back to me. I told you I want you back and if you didn’t come then you will face terrible consequences. But you just don’t seem to understand huh.” “I would rather face the consequences than to be with a trash like you. I did a mistake of being with you once I wouldn’t do that mistake again.” She snapped at him making him angrier. Suddenly he grabbed her waist pulling her against his chest. Her hands fell on his biceps as she gave hard push on his arms but nothing. He was away stronger than her. Harry tried helping his sister but instead Liams men held him back. Amelia gritted her teeth giving hard tugs on his biceps but instead he leaned closer to her face. “I want to hate you so badly. But I just don’t seem to do so. I love you so damn much. I thought I can live without you but I was wrong. I can’t even sleep without you being beside me. I don’t know what to do anymore. I want you back Amelia. Just stop being stubborn and creating problems for your brother and to yourself and come back to me.” He said tightening his grip on her waist but only got hard pushes on his arms. “Never. Let go. I said let me go. Your touch disgust me. Let go Liam.” She raised her voice struggling in his arms while glaring at his dark gaze. His eyes twitched hearing her words. Disgust. She feels disgust from his touch now. He scoffed. “Really. Isn’t this the same touch and man you used to love madly.” He said pulling his free hand up and caressing her cheek but she jerk her head away from him. “Right. Used to. I used to. Not anymore. Now let go of me.” She said struggling but Liam seemed to enjoy her squirming figure in his arms after 5 months. He never thought that staying away from her for few months can become this much horrible for him. “LIAM LET MY SISTER GO YOU FUCKER. LET HER GO.” Harry yelled at the heartless man who was just stood there staring at his Ex-wife who were busy in glaring at him and trying to push him away. “You want to know how I felt when I came to know you harassed my sister Harry. You deserve to feel what I felt.” Saying that he slammed his ex-wife’s body on the near wall before slamming his lips on hers right away. Tears started streaming down from Amelia’s eyes. Her struggling become intense. She started thrashing in his arms but he had no effect. She started hitting his chest continuously. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her head on the wall. She closed her eyes in shame and disgust. Her brother’s voice was echoing in the whole room. Harry was crying yelling and thrashing in men’s hold to get away and help his sister but in vain. Men looked away from the scene not liking the way their boss was treating the woman after all they had their sister and mother too. “PUNISH ME LIAM NOT HER. SHE’S INNOCENT. I BEG YOU. I AM NOT LYING. YOU WILL REGRET THIS LIAM. YOU WILL REGRET THIS. PLEASE STOP.” Harry screamed out still struggling. Liam finally broke the kiss and placed his forehead on hers breathing crazily. While Amelia was crying hard. She never thought that one day this man. The same man she loved with her everything can assault her like this. His actions tore her apart. Opening his dark orbs he stared at her face for some time before letting her body go. She fell on the floor breathing painfully. Guilt rise up in his veins as soon as his ex-wife fell on the floor crying badly. But soon it fade away when his eyes fell on Harry who was also on his knees crying while staring at his sister. “Tell me how is it feel. Hurts right. That’s how hurt me when I saw my sister’s torn clothes and battered figure bastard.” He punch Harry making Amelia cry out even more. Suddenly he was again harshly turned around by a hand on his arm. And a sharp pain rose up on his cheek. His Ex-wife for the first time Slapped him. _______________________________________ Next will be up soon. Do vote and follow me here. 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