Confucius Ads Library: Ads

Ads for foobar on 2024-11-04

Id	Vlad	Saved	Scrape Time	Status	Scrape Result	Title	Body	Cta Type	Link Url	Page Name	Page Profile Uri	Page Like Count	Enddate	Cta Text	Caption	Display Format	Link Description	Link Url	Creation Time	Page Profile Picture Url	Page Entity Type	Page Is Profile Page	Current Page Name	Startdate	Actions
2,363,153	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-05 18:15	active	1730			CONTACT_US	http://instagram.com/alexrocnlocs	Alex Rocn Locs	https://www.facebook.com/AlexRocNLocs/	545	1969-12-31 18:00	Contact Us	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/alexrocnlocs	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465737791_1986334581871902_5651728083391159525_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=VgCz4VX_E7EQ7kNvgGxtL4_&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AIxoBjDJZ23O_w4K6LNHi3g&oh=00_AYB4OIv2FofMBLwtV_3HD5lESrdkwZO_xXAcksP89jLXbg&oe=673085B2	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Alex Rocn Locs	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,362,852	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2361816}'	No	2024-11-05 18:15	active	1730		Giveaway time! Enter to win a $20 Gift Certificate!! To enter, follow the steps below! 1.) Share a picture of you wearing your Glass Rooster Jewelry bracelet in the comments below! 2.) And Share THIS POST 3.) For a second entry, TAG a friend who would love Glass Rooster Jewelry bracelets!	MESSAGE_PAGE		Glass Rooster Jewelry	https://www.facebook.com/GlassRoosterVT/	1,530	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465578971_1426029281654685_4392794977259673084_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=9umEJOCly9QQ7kNvgHOdI_L&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AVu1WJj5cO1usX2RUtFDVPL&oh=00_AYBrbuPxY9e49NgXMYl568vKuShcs1tKnrchSauE0UweTA&oe=673079D2	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Glass Rooster Jewelry	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,364,548	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-05 18:30	active	1731	It's Possible To Save Big on Expensive Dental Work (See How)	Experts agree: participating in dental school programs can lead to significant savings on dental care. Explore how you can benefit today! 🦷🪥	LEARN_MORE	https://trk.techtimes360.com/cf/r/6706e0de20af2600	Kelly Ellis	https://www.facebook.com/mybrilliantgadgets/	3,948	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	trk.techtimes360.com	IMAGE	Dental School Services Near Me,Full Mouth Dental Implants For $0,Dental School Services Near Me,Dental Implant Schools Near You	https://trk.techtimes360.com/cf/r/6706e0de20af2600126c53a2?ad_id=%7B%7Bad.id%7D%7D&adset_id=%7B%7Badset.id%7D%7D&campaign_id=%7B%7Bcampaign.id%7D%7D&ad_name=%7B%7Bad.name%7D%7D&adset_name=%7B%7Badset.name%7D%7D&campaign_name=%7B%7Bcampaign.name%7D%7D&source=%7B%7Bsite_source_name%7D%7D&placement=%7B%7Bplacement%7D%7D	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463986205_8235480829908380_7893710162386826749_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=X-NTVRhOXGIQ7kNvgHr8MwF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AmXywDbeF-NYGb562WGsLrw&oh=00_AYDujHQ6YXsDI80ySxPM14lFn40HOdn0Bkflf7r9w2B7cg&oe=67307435	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Kelly Ellis	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,362,546	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-11-05 18:15	active	1730		GIVEAWAY ALERT 💥💥💥 I've partnered with @loewsohare to give (2) tickets to Friendsgiving Feast with Maplewood Brewery & Distillery! 🙌 Giveaway entry requirements are: ✨️Like post and tag a friend in the comments ✨️Follow @polishphilcooks and @loewsohare ✨️Repost to YOUR story and tag both my page and @loewsohare for an additional entry Friday, November 15, 2024, 7:00pm is the date and full details below 👉👉 Entries end November 7th 11:59 CST. Join us for an unforgettable Friendsgiving feast, expertly curated by Executive Chef Charles Gillis to celebrate the warmth of friendship and the flavors of the season. Savor a multi-course dinner where each dish will be thoughtfully paired with signature beers and craft spirits from Maplewood Distilling. From rich, autumnal flavors to modern twists on classic comfort foods, this culinary experience offers a perfect blend of savory indulgence and festive toasts. Complimentary parking included with ticket. Link to book: Book Your Friendsgiving Feast with Maplewood Brewery & Distillery Event With The Ashburn, An American Gastropub at Loews Chicago O'Hare Hotel on Resy • • • • #312food #312eats #loews #loewshotels #maplewood #loewshotelohare #dinner #friendsgiving #giveawaytimes #forkyeah #feedfeed #thanksgivingdecor #eatingwell #readerchicago #eaterchicago	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/polishphilcooks	Phillipe Phil Sobon	https://www.facebook.com/polishphilcooks/	301	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/polishphilcooks	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465699849_1020460466433012_3568232399601396961_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=t9iyDJw4ozEQ7kNvgHBz7UA&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ACi2WdV5rk5A4-DdLprJZdD&oh=00_AYBorl_5KGkYETqVhCj9m9uYCaP_13pyGiP5fBh3ztQPxQ&oe=673070FC	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Phillipe Phil Sobon	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,362,696	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2362110}'	No	2024-11-05 18:15	active	1730	WIN a Fairytale Portrait Session 🧚‍♂️	🧚‍♀️ Winston Salem Parents.. Yes... The Rumors are TRUE! We are selecting a handful of children to come in for a Fairytale Portrait Experience with the renowned Bluebird Portraits! Selected entrants will receive a Fairytale Portrait Session with artwork to take home valued at $1000! We're selecting children each and every week to take part in this limited-time project, you have a great chance of being chosen! Entering takes 5 seconds, tap the image below and you're entered! Good luck!	SIGN_UP	http://fb.me/	Bluebird Portraits	https://www.facebook.com/61555057457910/	2,167	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign up	fb.me	VIDEO		http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/448442874_806146538314449_6706207053693868718_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=niURXnwCaVAQ7kNvgGBnU_J&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Aoq3o40jK3hMAfCb9tO811L&oh=00_AYCqlTR8Iw6KHcrzNU0u6dnxbDON0U1pvp1_BWHGyYprZw&oe=673074D7	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Bluebird Portraits	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,364,778	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-11-05 18:30	active	1731	27+ Times Employees Got Revenge on Terrible Bosses	They thought they could push their employees around, but revenge was brewing...	LEARN_MORE	https://wallpaperdata.com/employers-deserved-reven	Laugh Station	https://www.facebook.com/61555704317326/	1,118	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	wallpaperdata.com	DCO		https://wallpaperdata.com/employers-deserved-revenge-vs/?utm_source=facebook-vs&utm_campaign={{ad.name}}&pixel_value=.09	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465247005_362087670260962_2696074483639999549_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Yg-kAlSR5k4Q7kNvgGfEUjg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A37Ry4W4x5BbzMbQKx2FilO&oh=00_AYAPsVef4mm-w2Dc1uBoGzG4w08V6uw9nU7KtONbNQJejA&oe=6730737F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Laugh Station	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,363,489	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2363486}'	Yes	2024-11-05 18:30	active	1731	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	As the daughter of Alpha, I was tortured since I was 6 years old, and more tragically, I was forced to marry the demon Alpha who killed his 9 ex-girlfriends... “Where is she?!” I hear the Beta Kyle scream. I groan and get to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket and taking it with me. The moment he sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don’t make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. “Neah, how useless your are! You still have not cleaned the office.” He snaps. 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, I keep my eyes low so that I didn’t have to look at his face. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. From what I gathered, he was a ruthless man, and he was even claimed to have killed his 9 ex-girlfriends. “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, ”Useless Wolf.” He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean back against it, observing the already clean office. There was nothing out of place, it looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned 18, I could finally escape, 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 was always reminding me of how worthless I am. The clearing of a throat makes me jump. I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair. A foot propped up on his knee. 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. Shrinking down to the ground. “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. I do as I’m told. Allowing him to see me properly and I am met with narrowed crimson eyes. I close my own eyes, expecting the worst. “You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?” My head moved up and down, though I couldn’t tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they discovered the truth 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 am…I am a Wolf.” 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. “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 liked to do. They never hear 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 direct eye contact. “My Wolf abilities were bound.” “Why?” 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.” “For what?” His deep voice rumbles through me. “For killing my parents.” I whispered. At this moment, the door swings open abruptly and my brother screeches at me “Neah, what are you doing in my office?!" He then turns to the crimson eyed man. “I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it was him...	LEARN_MORE	https://wwwedb.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=11783&	New world publications	https://www.facebook.com/100090352943774/	3,752	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	wwwedb.com	DCO		https://wwwedb.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=11783&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-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/450664948_1625574091346934_5464423536906748072_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=fFxdH2g_w_cQ7kNvgH8H0Id&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AGJmmyYShVwY1YSgEXpvdC1&oh=00_AYBvrwQP1fV630fJHt_YdWLU9spJzGZGfaDzVO0jE8ymFA&oe=67308A95	PERSON_PROFILE	0	New world publications	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,364,158	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2364157}'	No	2024-11-05 18:30	active	1731	PHOTOGRAPHY COMPETITION	SUBMIT YOUR PHOTOS! This month's contest is "BLACK AND WHITE". New photos or from your archives, of any style and genre, and taken with any camera or phone. We want to see images made magical by black and white. Win $24000 in cash prizes, 4 global exhibitions, online exposure and professional feedback. Submission deadline: 30 November 2024.	APPLY_NOW	https://www.life-framer.com/	Life Framer	https://www.facebook.com/lifeframer/	176,463	1969-12-31 18:00	Apply Now	www.life-framer.com	DCO	Open to all, worldwide. Join our global creative community!	https://www.life-framer.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465456267_1091707662320080_8322170393454284997_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=pSp45yYGn04Q7kNvgFEpDon&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AnwhoUfPs8pUwEFUxNrlKdz&oh=00_AYACwi6gvy-nXYHjOaT7XDmughaNJtnq-tqYSi7ztbOcYw&oe=673091A9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Life Framer	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,361,889	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2361886}'	No	2024-11-05 18:15	active	1730	Get 🎟 1000 Bonus Entries Today!	Will YOU be our Next Winner?🏆	SHOP_NOW	https://mysterypokeslabs.com/discount/1000BONUSINS	Mystery Poké Slabs	https://www.facebook.com/100088361679970/	8,504	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	MYSTERYPOKESLABS.COM	CAROUSEL	Will YOU be our Next Winner?🏆	https://mysterypokeslabs.com/discount/1000BONUSINSTA?redirect=%2Fproducts%2Fpremium-vintage-graded-pokemon-cards	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465719738_907495257616318_6015309381482058191_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=kBI62WnABUIQ7kNvgG6P83Q&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=APQgZfUB-S5xr5-As7gVAWB&oh=00_AYDFCwK5ZEsj_rouy689_h4IlKMbPkp5nXRKxlyLTvvS9g&oe=673095B2	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Mystery Poké Slabs	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,364,556	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-11-05 18:30	active	1731	Turn Your Addiction Into A Business	Stop scrolling. Use your smartphone addiction to start a business. Link to learn more: https://niklaspedde.com/ig-u-4-training-video-i Instagram has 1 free feature you see every day. It’s the simplest way to start an online business this year. I’ll show you how: https://niklaspedde.com/ig-u-4-training-video-i	LEARN_MORE	https://niklaspedde.com/ig-u-4-training-video-i	Niklas Phoenix Media	https://www.facebook.com/61553683233036/	304	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	niklaspedde.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://niklaspedde.com/ig-u-4-training-video-i	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465454080_588859586911290_2449970747086965794_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_V77rWFmXt0Q7kNvgEnN6fd&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AmXywDbeF-NYGb562WGsLrw&oh=00_AYAsIsGpq4M9H5RGNEQui758rwzGY-W1tLH1hcvIZGL9yQ&oe=6730884F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Niklas Phoenix Media	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,366,428	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2365196}'	No	2024-11-05 19:34	active	1732	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	"Carissa, please marry me, I will only have you in my life and I will never take a concubine!" At that time, the the Marquis' family of Northwatch was highly sought after. As the legitimate daughter of the Marquis' family, Carissa Sinclair had many suitors, but she was only touched by Barrett Warren's promise.She put away her literary talent and martial arts that were not inferior to men, and stayed in the backyard to serve her parents-in-law. A year later, the entire Northwatch Estate was massacred, leaving her as the lone survivor to support the family, and the once affectionate man immediately turned around and was about to marry someone else... -- "Carissa, you should just accept it, the king has issued a royal edict for this marriage. Aurora will be joining our household," said Barrett condescendingly., still wearing his slightly-worn battle armor. Carissa Sinclair never expected that the first thing her newlywed husband, whom she had waited for a whole year, said to her was to take a concubine! She opened her mouth but could only suppress the bitterness in her heart and asked dryly, "Do you still remember what you said to me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett had left to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before leaving, he had lifted his wife’s veil and promised her, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Feeling awkward, Barrett turned away. "Forget what I said. When I married you, I didn’t understand love. I thought you were a suitable match for a wife until I met Rory." Talking about the woman he loved, his eyes softened and filled with deep affection. He turned back to Carissa and added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply. I hope you'll agree to this." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite feeling a mix of disgust and unwillingness, she still asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict. Besides, Aurora is a general, and had earned military merits for her contribution to the war. She visited my mother a while ago." They agreed? Hah... How ironic! When she married into the general’s mansion, the whole Warren's family was so poor that they couldn't even afford to buy medicine for Barrett’s mother. If it weren't for Carissa, who spent a lot of money to bring in the best physician to treat Barrett’s mother and served her carefully, how could Barrett’s mother wait until her son's triumphant return? And the other people in the mansion, didn't they all rely on her dowry to maintain their superficial glory? "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting her brow, "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need for that. Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. She’s a general, and she's above the usual household squabbles. She wouldn’t want to meet you," Barrett refused instantly. Carissa retorted, "What kind of women do I know? What kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of a noble family. My father and my six brothers died on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "But you're a delicate woman suited for the comforts of home. Aurora has no respect for such women. She’s straightforward and unrestrained. If she meets you, she might say things you won’t like. Why put yourself through that?" As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under the corner of her eye became more evident in the light. She calmly said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it." Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? There was a royal edict for this marriage. Even when Aurora moves in, you’ll be in separate wings. She won’t compete with you for control of the household. She doesn’t care about those things.” “Do you really think I’m attached to managing this household?” Carissa countered. Running this mansion was no easy task. Just the monthly medicine for Barrett’s mother cost dozens of silver coins. Then, there was food, clothing, and social obligations—all these things required money. The general’s family was practically a hollow shell. Over the past year, Carissa had used much of her dowry to keep things running. And this was her reward- no one was grateful for her kindness. “Enough, I won’t argue with you. I just needed to inform you. Whether you agree or not changes nothing,” said Barrett, his patience wearing thin. As Carissa watched him leave in a huff, she felt even more bitter. “My lady, my lord was too much!” said Lulu, Carissa’s maid, wiping her tears away. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, why would we stay in this house any longer?” 'If you are heartless, I will leave you. ' Carissa Sinclair has never been a person who would pester others. But before she leaves, she wants to get back all the money she spent on these ungrateful people over the years...	LEARN_MORE	https://shgjfh.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=13831&	Random Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/	294	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	shgjfh.com	DCO		https://shgjfh.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=13831&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460114089_441991258886413_1236167467575467399_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=VXtXuHWRCisQ7kNvgE7uE4Q&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ARWbQDNjTk4QFaLGwZrTOPG&oh=00_AYDvDWbDYnf42Awcko_KUFf-ALfMjqJhX-wuzLpai3F-ww&oe=6730A755	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,365,053	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2365051}'	Yes	2024-11-05 19:33	active	1732	🔥🔥Click to read the next chapter for free👉	We were now the new Alpha and Luna of The Nightcrawlers Pride and we were expected to carry out our duties immediately. While no one would say it, I knew that the 'baby making process' was expected as well. We headed to our new room to commence and mark the final activity for the mating ceremony. A day that I had looked forward to all my life. I was nervous and it didn't seem like a good one. I didn't know what to expect but I was already wet, my niples had rolled into tight buds and they tried to gain attention and drill a hole through my outfit. I stepped into the room before him. "I'll be right back," he said and I nodded, closing the door behind me. Immediately, I dashed to the bathroom and took a shower. I couldn't afford this moment to be ruined. I wrapped the towel around my chast and got out of the shower. My heart hammered in my chast. Karson was staring at me with his undivided attention. His gaze dropped lower and I tightened my hand around my towel. The air was thick and in an instant, he was taking long strides towards me. I met him half way and while my hands reached out to touch his face and pull him into a kiss, his hand grabbed my towel and he yanked it off. I gasped in shock but his hands grabbed my brreasts. I was immediately enveloped in the feel of him. I wrapped my hands around his back as he licked and softly nibbled on my hard niples. His rough hands trailed down my body and kicked my legs apart. He slid two fingers into my core and I gasped at the sudden intrusion. "How are you so wet?" He mumbled to himself. I couldn't breathe. His fingers were bigger than mine so they stretched me more than I had ever done to myself. I felt so full and I hadn't even had the real thing yet. He pumped into me hard and fast, soon my legs shook and my eyes were fluttering close. "Karson," I wanted it now. I wanted it right now. I wanted his shaft filling me up and I wanted his bite mark over my neck. "Fvcking hel, Irene!" He cursed and roughly pulled out his fingers. He grabbed my wrist and made me climb the bed, he pressed a hand to my waist and I knew what he wanted.	LEARN_MORE	https://befant.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14374&u	Indulge in story	https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/	832	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	befant.com	DCO		https://befant.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=14374&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461381295_1047237326809879_2047251461871923527_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7svrlUM4Bx4Q7kNvgFEIEOC&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ACax6wnrR1ppBwPmutOlp2Y&oh=00_AYBRf1En6hpATJ8rBa3K8fvoiHGod1itUL86BrZAW4OCcQ&oe=67308126	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Indulge in story	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,369,833	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-11-05 20:22	active	1733	Read next chapter👉	As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? Available chapters here are limited, click the button below to install the App and enjoy more exciting chapters (Automatically jump to this novel when you open the app) &9&	LEARN_MORE	https://fbweb.moboreader.net/58773322-fb_contact-e	Loving reading		0	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	fbweb.moboreader.net	IMAGE		https://fbweb.moboreader.net/58773322-fb_contact-enj95_7-c1-0724-core1.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=124213&accid=791750052879575&rawadid=120213559467220758	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463445595_514998124654270_5615885238546364981_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8ZlchzIj4HcQ7kNvgHHEULG&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AzIWglr84jl59FeHmZiXg17&oh=00_AYAGhNt1R41EIoQtlPI9dhXc5lhtcmaBvc-sRqfiKqOTFw&oe=67309B49	REGULAR_PAGE	0		1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,363,630	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-11-05 18:30	active	1731	HOCKEY OMEGAVERSE! IN KU!	I see a figure pacing back and forth in front of one of the U-shaped sofas. “Hey, are you okay?” I ask softly. When he turns, I recognize Porter Hanson, right wing for the Heat, and one of the men who nearly had me swallowing my tongue earlier. His minty chocolate scent has lost its sweetness. It’s now tinged with a slightly burnt edge that has flooded the space, making my senses go a little crazy. His dark blond hair is mussed as if he’s run his hands through it repeatedly. His tie and tuxedo jacket are laid out on the bench behind him, with half the buttons on the white dress shirt he’s wearing unbuttoned. When his eyes meet mine, they’re wide and glassy. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔. His hand runs down the back of his neck as he swallows roughly. “W-west. Hey. I’m fine. Just had to…uh…take a minute. Too many people, ya know?” His rushed explanation might have made sense if I hadn’t seen the man thirty minutes ago, surrounded by his teammates, looking like he just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Right now, he looks like he’s coming off a bender. “Hanson, you don’t look so hot. Do you need me to get someone? Maybe the doc? I’m pretty sure I saw him—” “No!” He grimaces, then collects himself and exhales harshly. “I mean…no, thank you. I’m okay, really.” Stepping further into the alcove, I see sweat beading along his forehead and his chest rising and falling rapidly. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he looks and smells like an Omega with a heat on the horizon, but that’s silly. Hanson is a Beta. 𝑈𝑛𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠… 𝑁𝑜. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑒. If I remember correctly, he’s already in his late twenties. Omegas usually present in their mid-to-late teens. Sure, there are exceptions, but none that would be quite as shocking as this. I take another step closer, but he backs himself up against the bench, trying to stay as far away from me as possible. I’d think it was Barrett’s hands-off talk doing its job if he didn’t look seconds away from passing out. “Hanson, you’re a Beta, 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?” His fists clench at his sides as he nods. “Yup. Beta through and through. For twenty-eight years. Never been anything else.” He’s rambling now, that terrified look making his big hazel eyes appear even larger. Closing the distance between us, his scent hits me even harder. It’s way too strong to be a Beta, which means he’s hiding something. When I look up at his face, he’s studiously avoiding my stare, and that’s when another possibility hits me. “It’s okay. You can talk to me,” I cajole. “Did your blockers wear off? Is that what happened?” His shoulders slump as he shakes his head. “No. I’ve never taken blockers.” 𝐼𝑓 ℎ𝑒’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠… 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑝. 𝐴 𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦-𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑, 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡-𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑂𝑚𝑒𝑔𝑎. 𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑦𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑚. “Did your designation just come in?” I ask in a shocked whisper. His eyes meet mine, then he nods, a broken sob escaping. “What the heck am I going to do?” “Oh, Porter.” I step into him—this man I barely know—and wrap my arms around his waist. His body sags into mine as he pulls me into his chest, holding on tightly. “It’s going to be okay.” He chuckles, but the sound is not at all light or playful. It’s self-deprecating. “Frick. I can see it now. Co-captain of the Phoenix Heat presents as an Omega. It’s going to turn into a fucking media circus. My career is over.” 🏒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 🏒 "...this omegaverse was perfectly flavoured but not overwhelmed with [hockey] lingo. OH MY GOSH the two heats were spiiiiicy and man, I wish there was more Ziggy! I liked all the characters and the flow of the plot - a little Hallmarky? But in that satisfying way that is so, so addicting." — Amazon Reviewer Beccaroo "I can say it now…this is one of my all time favorite omegaverse books! It has everything I love in a book, such as, grumpy sunshine, enemies to lovers, hockey, why choose, age gap, friends to lovers, found family and so much more!" — Amazon Reviewer Trish P. "Wow!! This book was the best RH I have ever read hands down!! I was fooled by the cover but you will have to read this book to understand what I mean but HOLY HOTTTTNESS!!" — Amazon Reviewer Outspoken	LEARN_MORE	https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CDNJN75S?maas=maas_adg	Sinclair Kelly Author	https://www.facebook.com/authorsinclairkelly/	1,516	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	amazon.com	DCO		https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CDNJN75S?maas=maas_adg_71036B0D94834BA295F6DF53F2C271BA_afap_abs&ref_=aa_maas&tag=maas	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465600488_1110261410535547_1678890406486280845_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Gj4zld0lqvYQ7kNvgHMKGDh&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Am7VjSefwwJBl2Pn3Y9lDB8&oh=00_AYCcuDpISjQ63-t936CfDAcOVeFbSfCUZ4gUeAhbNPdiwQ&oe=6730796D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Sinclair Kelly Author	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,366,394	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2366143}'	Yes	2024-11-05 19:34	active	1732	😍Read the next chapters👉	Two years of marriage, and I'd never set foot in my husband Elijah's office. Today was the first time I went to his company. After all this time, why was I suddenly entrusted to deliver these important documents? Could it be possible that they’re finally learning to accept me? Taking a deep breath, I gently placed my hand on my stomach. The emptiness from losing my baby lingered, even though it had been a long time since that accident. I still felt lost and fragile, wishing for solace that never came. I missed my husband's presence, longing for a comforting word or touch. But he and his family remained distant and uninvolved, leaving me to recover on my own. Now, I was about to step into Elijah’s world — his beloved company. My heart skipped a beat as I entered Elijah's large, elegant office. The room was tastefully decorated, with rich mahogany furniture and a large sign that said Sinclair Realty Group. But what made me stop in my tracks was the sight of my husband huddled with an attractive blonde over some papers. Their shoulders were touching, their cheeks almost brushing against each other. What is going on? I thought in alarm. Suddenly, the woman whispered something in Elijah’s ear while she gently laid her perfectly manicured hands on his arm. My heart jumped. I heard a loud thud on the floor and realized I’d dropped the folder I was holding. They both looked up, startled. And that’s when my gaze locked with that of the woman. I felt a shudder creeping through my skin. Serena Foster! She used to be a classmate of ours at Fairview University. She also happened to be Elijah’s ex-girlfriend. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks. So this is why my evil mother-in-law asked me to deliver this document! Morgana had probably known that Serena was here now. My husband rose from his chair, abruptly pulling away from Serena who was throwing me daggers with her eyes. “You remember Serena, right? She works here now.” I nodded, my heart leaping into my throat and my thoughts raging in a storm. They’re just colleagues, nothing else, I thought, but not with full conviction. Elijah wouldn’t cheat on me, would he? All this time, I’d remained hopeful that he could still fall in love with me. But now, with Serena in the picture, time might just be running out for us. “So why are you here?” Elijah asked, a frown creasing his brow. “Your mom asked me to deliver this,” I explained, hastily picking up the folder and handing it to him. Then narrowing my eyes at Serena, I waited for him to explain why they were working closely, or to at least introduce me as his wife. But much to my dismay, he didn’t. It felt as though my heart was being squeezed tightly, as it dawned on me that he’d never really introduced me to anyone as his wife. Ever. “Sophia, you look shaken up. Didn’t you know Elijah hired me to work here?” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “Apparently, we make a great team. Funny, I don’t recall seeing you here before.” She was purposely rubbing it in my face, and I wanted to slap that smile away from her face. She then added, “Oh, right, you don’t know anything about business. You might just mess things up.” “I take care of our home,” I said bitterly, looking down on the floor for a bit. I felt belittled, and my husband couldn’t even defend me. Serena looked at me with disbelief and laughed. Just then, Elijah said, “Next time, Sophia, just contact me and I’ll have my assistant come over.” "Fine," I murmured, my voice barely audible, wishing the ground would swallow me up. The weight of hurt and embarrassment pressed down on me, crushing my spirit. My heart thudded as I blinked back tears. He doesn't want me here. Suddenly, Elijah’s secretary came in. “Alice, please prepare coffee for the ladies,” he instructed. “Just black for Serena. No sugar.” Serena’s eyes lit up. “Hey, you remembered!” she exclaimed, obviously delighted. Elijah nodded at her. “Of course.” I watched the exchange with a sinking feeling in my heart. Serena gave me a smug look as if she was reveling in some secret victory. I couldn’t help but feel more depressed. Here was my husband, effortlessly remembering Serena's coffee preferences, yet he couldn't recall something as simple as my allergy to caffeine. “Join us, Sophia,” Serena invited with a devilish grin. “Just like how we used to hang out together in college.” I struggled to contain my emotions, not wanting to break down in front of them. “I have to go,” I managed to say, my voice slightly cracking. “I’ll see you at home.” Elijah’s expression remained unchanged, and my heart felt heavy with the realization of how little I meant to him. The way he treated me had only gotten worse after losing my baby. What did you expect? a small voice hissed in my head. He only married you because he got you to have a baby. You’re the one who keeps hoping he’ll eventually fall for you. As his assistant Connor Hayes drove me home, I thought about how my husband’s mother Morgana had begun ignoring me after I lost the baby. Then one day, she started talking to me again, only to treat me like a housemaid. I fought back tears as the heaviness in my heart escalated. My marriage was falling apart so fast that I couldn’t seem to catch up. When we pulled up the spacious driveway of the Sinclair mansion, a feeling of dread and loneliness engulfed me. I’m back in this prison. Trapped. Helpless. I want to escape this prison! I screamed in my head, glad that Morgana was nowhere to be found. Yet. Running to my room and throwing myself on my bed, sobs wracked my body. And as I cried my eyes out, I felt something with my hand that made me sit up. A small portion of a brown envelope was peeking from under the pillow. My heart tightened, and more tears filled my eyes. I knew exactly what it contained — the papers I’d prepared before. I pulled them out and stared at the title that blurred before my teary eyes. It read: Divorce Agreement. CHAPTER 2 The divorce agreement was written after I accidentally lost my baby. During that time, I couldn’t even look at Elijah’s face without thinking about our baby. The pain was unbearable, so I believed divorce was my salvation. Looking back, preparing the divorce agreement was not a mistake, now that leaving was my only option. My hands shook as I held the papers in my hand. I could hear Morgana’s voice outside. “Sophia!” she called in a sharp tone. She probably heard me come in and was now wondering where I was. Quickly, I hid the divorce agreement and washed my face in the bathroom. That’s when the door swung open. I dried my face with a towel and looked at my mother-in-law. She responded with a cold gaze. She immediately instructed me to do the housework, her tone full of disdain. As I began my chores, she stood there taunting me. “Elijah told me not to ask you to deliver things in the future,” she said with a scoff. “You can’t even be relied on for such a simple task.” Her words cut deep. “When you first came to our house carrying a baby in your belly, it was okay that you couldn't do anything,” she continued. “Then you had lost your baby and you had to spend months recovering and regaining your health. Now you can't even deliver a document, so what's the meaning for Elijah of having you as a wife?" Her words were like daggers, each one piercing my heart. And then, in a cruel twist, she added, “My son would be better off with Serena. She's prettier, smarter, and she even managed to land a job at his company! Unlike you... You can't even perform simple housework that well.” Sure enough, she already knew that Serena worked at Elijah's company. She asked me to deliver the papers today just to make a fool of me. The room felt suffocating, the burden of her words pressing down on me. I felt utterly alone, realizing that no one had ever been on my side. I clenched my fists, struggling against the wave of tears threatening to spill. Sweeping the floor became a mechanical task, a facade to hide my turmoil. The repeated humiliations and frustrations drained me of the energy to fight back or explain myself yet again. I don’t deserve this, I thought sourly. It’s time for me to escape, to save myself. With bitter tears streaming down my cheeks, I rushed to my room and grabbed the papers I’d hidden. Staring at me from the front page were the words: Divorce Agreement. I’ve had enough. Flashbacks of how Elijah and Morgana had been treating me filled my mind. Despite my efforts to be the dutiful wife and daughter-in-law, I’d always seemed invisible to them. I’ve been obedient, helpful, and hardworking… But no one cares. Not even my own husband. I’m nothing to him. He doesn’t love me and he never learned to. That’s the most painful of all. My heart tightened. His indifference cut deeper than any overt cruelty could. And now, with Serena back in the picture, their attention gravitated toward her. I felt more isolated than ever. This is the last straw! I must get out of here, or I’ll lose my sanity! That evening, I hadn’t realized I’d already fallen asleep when I heard the bedroom door open. Something made a loud, clattering noise. I quickly sat up and saw Elijah staggering toward me. He mumbled something about a dinner party as he plopped on the bed and started sliding his fingers down my bare arm. I hastily moved backward, giving him a look of disbelief. He was obviously drunk. If he wasn’t, he would have just ignored me and gone straight to bed. “Hey, playing hard to get, aren’t you?” he said in a slurred manner, his bloodshot eyes becoming more intense. Then without warning, he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. I didn’t have time to react, though, because he suddenly started unbuttoning my oversized nightshirt. “When did Serena start working at your company?” I asked him coldly. He shrugged, but didn’t stop what he was doing. “Not sure. Probably recruited by HR.” His lips traveled down and then his tongue followed. Finally, the last button on my sleep pajama surrendered. “Serena is such a talented addition to our team,” he remarked with admiration. As I reminisced about the scene I witnessed at the company, my husband and his ex-girlfriend Serena were closely nestled together, sharing laughter and conversation. But I couldn't muster the courage to confront her and ask her to keep her distance from him. Jealousy and pain gripped my chest. I couldn’t believe he was saying all this while undressing me! I knew then that he still had feelings for her. “You know,” he said, oblivious to my disappointment, “she's even outperforming many of the senior colleagues who've been with the company for years.” Even as we locked eyes, there was something in his gaze—a kind of infatuation—that he never seemed to exhibit when it came to me. He’s probably picturing me as her! I thought with disgust. I was so disappointed in him, and didn’t want him anywhere near me. But when I pulled away, he threw me an irritated look. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked, taken aback that I was saying no to his advances unlike before. I didn’t answer. He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’ve been down in the dumps for months now! I thought you’d snap out of it, but you’ve only gotten worse. It’s depressing to even see you.” I cringed at his words, the searing pain crushing my heart. He couldn’t even see how my spirit was being shattered because of him. “Maybe it’s because of the baby we lost…” he mused. Sliding his fingers down the surface of my cheek and then my neck, he added in a drunken slur, “Why don’t we just make another baby?” I couldn’t believe my ears. I knew that whenever he was drunk, he spoke without inhibitions. He was often brutally honest in this state. Hence, he meant every word and that only showed how much he didn’t understand me or the problem we had in this marriage. My whole body was shaking as the misery and fury I’ve been keeping inside rose to the surface. He doesn’t get it. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. I was totally pissed off. And that’s when I blurted it out. “I want to divorce you.” CHAPTER 3 I could sense his mind reeling from the unexpected news. He opened his mouth as if to say something. I expected him to respond, to react, to ask questions. Anything at all! But he never said anything. My heart thumped hard as we gazed at one another — strangers who’d been forced to live together. I had tried so hard to make this marriage work even after we had lost the baby. But it takes two to succeed at this, I realized. “I want a divorce,” I repeated, keeping my voice steady. “I’m serious.” Slowly he nodded. “Yes, sure,” he answered before getting up and disappearing into the bathroom. My heart felt like it was about to explode. I pulled my open shirt around me, desperately covering myself up, as I coiled into a fetal position with my head throbbing. A tear dropped down my cheek, and I quickly brushed it away. This is it. I’m going to be free. And yet somehow, I didn’t feel that ecstatic. His reaction only confirmed my worst suspicions. Now I know the truth — he never loved me at all. He’s not even upset about the divorce! I sighed. It’s time for me to move on. The next day, after eating breakfast on my own, I mustered up all my courage and called Elijah to the study. “We should sign this,” I said without any emotion, showing him the divorce papers. He sat on the sofa across from me, looking at me quietly. His gaze always made me feel a little nervous, but today was different. I signed the papers and urged him to do the same. “Elijah, please,” I whispered, making sure my voice wouldn’t break. “Let's end this.” His face contorted in a horrible expression as he ruthlessly grabbed the agreement from me. But he didn’t sign immediately. He took a long time going over each page while I waited impatiently. Then his phone suddenly rang. I saw it light up with Serena’s name, making my heart tighten. I can’t believe this woman’s timing! But Elijah only glanced at it before returning to reviewing the papers. Perhaps he didn’t want to answer it because I was in the room with him. A myriad of emotions threatened to engulf me. I stood up and positioned myself in front of him with my arms crossed against my heart. “Why don’t you just hurry up and sign those so you can get going? Someone might be waiting for you in the office.” He glanced at me warily, then took out his pen and signed everything. With an angry grunt, he threw the papers down on the sofa and stormed out of the room. Watching him go, I was filled with overwhelming feelings — relief, frustration, anger, sadness. “I’m finally free,” I murmured to myself incredulously. While I was packing my bags in the bedroom, Morgana suddenly charged inside. In her usual bossy voice, she said, “The morning’s almost over, Sophia! Go do the laundry now.” With a sarcastic huff, I turned around to face her. “Sorry, but Elijah and I just signed a divorce agreement. I will no longer do any housework for you.” Her face reddened in anger. I could almost see steam coming out of her ears as she crossed her arms on her pit and scolded me angrily. "You married into our family for two years, no children, and now you want a divorce," she spat out bitterly. I scoffed, not bothering to respond. It doesn’t matter anymore. I can finally ignore her completely! But then, almost as quickly as her anger had surfaced, her mood changed. “You know what? It's actually quite nice,” she said, her tone almost mocking. “Elijah can finally marry someone better, like Serina. Every single day that I see you hanging your head in despair, it just makes my blood boil. Anyone would make a better wife than you!” Her words infuriated me. I wanted to slap away that haughty look on her face, but it would just be a waste of energy. I’m done here. I’m done with all this. Suddenly, memories flooded back of a time when Morgana had shown kindness, especially during my pregnancy with her grandchild. She had been caring and considerate. However, after I lost my baby, her demeanor changed drastically. She began treating me like a mere servant rather than a member of the family. I could never understand why she became so hostile all of a sudden. Sometimes I wondered if it had more to do with herself than with me. That afternoon, I went home to where I grew up. As I settled in, I felt relieved that at least I had a place I could call my own. “Luckily I hadn’t sold it,” I muttered, looking around the living room and remembering my adoptive father. This house is the only connection I have left with him. Night swept in quickly. I was worn out and exhausted. Climbing onto my old bed, I was ready to relax when I received a message from my best friend Kayla. It showed a secretly taken photo of Elijah and Serena in a club, sitting intimately close and laughing together. A chill ran down my spine as I read the angry message from Kayla: That Elijah! You have no idea what I saw! Elijah was out partying and flirting with that Serena, which he never did with you! My heart sank, anger and sadness clouded my mind as I realized he was indeed getting back together with Serena and flaunting her around. Forcing back my tears, I told Kayla: It’s over between me and Elijah. We were divorced. CHAPTER 4 “Aaarrgghh! I so hate that guy for doing this to you!” Kayla hissed. “If I had known he’d treat you like that, I wouldn’t have allowed you to even come near him during our grad celebration! And I wouldn’t have kept pushing you to hook up with him, no matter how gorgeous he was!” Being the daughter of Raven Media’s renowned CEO, Kayla Davis always hung out with high society. She saw Elijah a lot at parties since they belonged to the same circle. We also all happened to attend Fairview University where Kayla and I had majored in Interior Design. Hence, she not only knew Elijah but Serena too. “You should have seen them at the party last night!” she cried out, causing some people to give us a dirty look. Lowering her voice, she leaned forward with a repulsed look. “They didn’t even care that I was there! They were just… Aaahhh! I really couldn’t take it, so I went over there and gave them a piece of my mind. I told them they ought to be ashamed of themselves!” “Oh, wow,” I uttered in disbelief. “But it’s over now, Kayla. I’m doing my best to move on.” Kayla was still fuming. But then, she eventually smiled and leaned over to squeeze my hands. “I’m always here for you, Sophia. You know that.” “Thanks so much. I’m really grateful to have someone who really cares about me,” I responded with a fluttering heart. “Well, you’ve always had my back even in high school. So now it’s my turn to return the favor.” Kayla and I became best friends during our freshman year in high school. We came to know each other well when we first worked on an art project together. We’d hit it off at once, and the rest was history. “Anyway, I can see that Elijah never loved you and he doesn’t deserve you, Sophia,” she went on. “So what are you planning now?” “Well, I’ve been giving it some thought…” I began, suddenly feeling excited for the future. “A few weeks ago, I applied for this postgraduate program at Goldwell Institute of Art in France—” “You did not!” she interrupted me, her lips turning up into a huge grin. Suddenly, she jumped up from her seat and gave me a hug. “This will surely be your big break!” I laughed. “I haven’t been accepted yet, you know.” “Oh, but you will be!” Kayla’s enthusiasm was so contagious that I could already picture myself studying there, exploring France, and enjoying myself. But then, my mood suddenly changed again when I heard my phone ringing and saw Elijah’s name popping up on the screen. I froze up. Kayla’s eyes narrowed when she saw it too. “Go ahead and answer it. See what he has to say.” As soon as I accepted the call, I heard Elijah’s sharp tone of voice on the other end. “You filed for our divorce, and now your family wants cash from me?! Unbelievable!” “Wait, what do you mean?” “You know I’m busy in the office, then here comes your brother with another excuse for needing financial help! He had the nerve to barge into the conference room and disrupt our meeting!” Elijah railed angrily. I felt mortified and helpless. “I’ll talk to Troy.” “Good. Make sure he doesn’t come back again ever.” Then he hung up. I was so shocked that I couldn’t speak for a while. My family's constant demands for cash had reached a tipping point. No matter how many times I tried to set boundaries, they continued to use me and interrupt Elijah. It felt like I had no control over the situation, and it was greatly upsetting. “Sorry I have to go now, Kayla,” I said, bravely deciding to act immediately. She nodded in understanding and we said goodbye. I immediately rushed to the house where my adoptive mother and brother had moved to after my adoptive father Tom Bennett passed away. He’d left me the original house where he’d taken care of me like his real own child. But the rest of the inheritance had been taken by his wife and son. They’d bought a bigger house and I never heard from them again. Not until they learned of my marrying a wealthy man in the famous Sinclair clan. Brenda was certainly not pleased to hear what I had to say. “What did you say?! You divorced Elijah, the billionaire CEO of Sinclair Realty Group?!! Are you out of your mind?!!” Behind her, my brother Troy looked as if he wanted to punch the wall. “It was never going to work out,” I said, trying to maintain my composure. “Just please stop bothering him. We’ve cut our ties. You can’t ask for anything from him anymore.” “Oh, man!” Troy exclaimed with frustration. Two years ago, after I married Elijah, Brenda and Troy came back and pretended like we were a tight-knit family. At first, Elijah was kind and understanding of their needs. But when he noticed how abusive they had become, always asking for financial support, he became impatient and angry. One time, they even borrowed cash in my name and never paid it back. It had become one of the reasons why Morgana was so angry with me. “Did you fight? Maybe you can still fix it!” Brenda said, looking desperate. Troy scoffed. “When I went to his office, I saw him talking to this beautiful, sexy blonde. I’m guessing there’s a third party involved! People who don’t know better would think that woman is his wife!” CHAPTER 5 My heart felt like it would explode any time now. “It doesn’t matter,” I eventually said to Troy. “It’s none of my business now. I don’t care what he does with that woman or with whomever.” Then staring hard at him and my foster mother, I said sharply, “We’re definitely not getting back together, so the two of you should just stop going to him for anything! Just stop!” “But…” Brenda began to protest. I raised my hand to stop her. “Elijah and I are over. Besides, I’ll soon move to France and study there. And since you only contacted me again because of Elijah’s wealth, then now you won’t have any more need for me, right?” They were both shocked at my words because I had never spoken like that in the past. But it was time for me to step up and put myself first for once. “All thing that you swindled out of my ex-husband’s pocket, consider it as your payment for raising me,” I went on in a steady voice. “We don’t have to see or talk to each other ever again.” On the way home, I began to feel a migraine coming. I closed my eyes and massaged my temples as I sat in the back seat of a cab. All of this drama’s taking a toll on me, I guess. But as I neared the house, I felt increasingly queasy and unwell. I realized my health hadn’t fully recovered since the loss. “Could you please take me to the hospital?” I asked the driver, trying to keep my voice steady despite the rising nausea. He nodded and quickly changed course, navigating toward the nearest medical facility. The ride felt endless, each bump in the road exacerbating my discomfort. By the time we arrived, I could barely contain the churning in my stomach. I burst through the hospital doors, a wave of dizziness threatening to overwhelm me. My vision blurred, and I stumbled forward, nearly colliding with a figure in front of me. Before I could hit the ground, strong hands gripped my arms, steadying me. Gasping for breath, I looked up and found myself staring into the concerned eyes of a very handsome and familiar-looking man. “Are you okay? You look like you're about to faint,” he said, his brows furrowed with worry. With our eyes locked on each other, before I could even reply, a look of recognition crossed his features. “Oh, wait! It’s you. Sophia Bennett from Green Valley High, right?” I was surprised, looking at him closely. His features reminded me of someone I knew a long way back. “Uh, Daniel?” I eventually said, recalling his name. We had gone to the same high school, but he was a year older than me. “Yes, yes. Wait, let me bring you to our family doctor. You look really pale.” I felt too sick to pretend I was fine, so I just let him lead me through the corridor and into one of the clinics. He quickly introduced me to the doctor whom he seemed to know well. As the doctor greeted me, concern etched across his face, I explained how I'd been feeling. He listened attentively, nodding as I spoke. After a brief discussion, he led me to an examination room, asking Daniel to wait outside. The examination was thorough, and I appreciated the doctor's calming demeanor. Afterward, he suggested some basic tests to determine the cause of my symptoms. “How are you feeling now?” Daniel asked kindly once I sat down beside him in the waiting area. “A little better, but still kinda dizzy,” I answered honestly. “Thanks for the assistance, but it’s okay if you have somewhere to be. You’ve already done too much for me.” “Oh, it’s okay,” he said with a smile. “Unless you don’t want me here.” “It’s nothing like that, of course!” I quickly replied. “Thanks for accompanying me. It feels good to have someone to talk to while I’m here.” “Well, I’m all ears. People say I’m a good listener.” I beamed at him, his presence a comforting anchor in the sterile hospital environment. Chuckling, I said, “I don’t really know you, Daniel…” “You know my name. That’s a start.” His grin seemed to brighten up the surroundings, and I just felt immediately comfortable with him. I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity and trust wash over me. We hadn't been close in high school, but something about his calm demeanor and genuine concern made me want to open up. “I remember… Daniel Pierce…” I began, smiling. I could feel my headache and nausea diminishing. “High school jock, but a bit geeky and always at the top of the class.” He laughed. “You’ve got a good memory, Sophia Bennett. I remember you too — the smart, quiet, very talented artist whom all the boys noticed but never had the nerve to approach.” I laughed too at his astonishing description of me. “You’re joking!” “No, it’s true… Really! I’m sure you’ve managed to get yourself a very good-looking husband. Let me guess, a CEO?” He was kidding, but hitting close to home made me frown as I remembered Elijah. “Good-looking, yes. CEO, yes. But husband? Not anymore.” “Oh.” His expression changed immediately. “I’m sorry to hear that.” “You know, it's been a rough few months,” I began tentatively, twiddling my thumbs in my lap. “I'm actually going through a divorce, and my family... they keep asking for cash from my ex-husband, which just complicates things even more.” Daniel's expression shifted to one of empathy, and he nodded, encouraging me to continue. “And then I lost my baby...It's been tough, physically and emotionally. I just feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, you know?” He nodded in understanding. “I’m so sorry to hear all that, Sophia. But you seem like a really strong woman. I’m sure you can get back on your feet in no time. Usually, it helps to be in a change of environment. Have you considered that?” “Yeah, starting anew in a foreign land,” I answered, thinking about my application in France. “Hmm… sounds like a pretty bold move," Daniel remarked, his eyes reflecting admiration and amusement at the same time. “It takes courage to make such a big change.” I smiled weakly. “Actually, I've applied for graduate studies in France. It's something I've always wanted to do.” Daniel's eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? That's incredible! I recently got accepted at the Goldwell Business School in Paris…” My jaw dropped. “What? I’m planning to go to the Goldwell Institute of Art!” He looked at me with astonishment. “What are the odds, huh? Looks like we’ll be seeing more of each other. Those institutions share practically the same campus.” I couldn't believe the coincidence, though I was still feeling down. “That’s really… something else.” “Surely you’ll get in. Where do you plan to stay in Paris?” “The Latin Quarter, of course. I’m looking at an apartment there, since it’s where most students live.” Daniel chuckled. “And it looks like we’ll be neighbors too. I think we were meant to cross paths again right now, right here.” He gave me a lopsided grin. “Who knows? Maybe we’re destined to explore France together! When you book your plane ticket, let me know. Let’s fly together. I mean, if that’s alright with you?” His offer warmed my heart, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a glimmer of hope. “Thank you, Daniel…” Suddenly, I heard my name being called by the assistant, motioning for me to come back into the clinic. “Miss Sophia Bennett?” she informed me. “Your test results are here.” CHAPTER 6 Daniel followed me into the doctor's office, providing support. The doctor smiled warmly at us, his expression giving nothing away. “Well, Sophia,” he began, his tone measured, “the results are in. Congratulations to you both.” I felt a rush of confusion and disbelief. “You’re going to be parents. Congratulations!” the doctor added. I’m… pregnant?! How could that be? My last baby had left me only months ago. Even I just signed divorce papers with Elijah, and now I'm carrying his child? The room spun around me as embarrassment flooded my cheeks. Probably because he was mistaken for the baby's father, Daniel looked surprised but did not contradict the doctor. “Other than that, you’re perfectly healthy, Sophia,” the doctor assured me. He went on to discuss some things with Daniel, but I hardly heard them talking. My heart pounded crazily, and my mind felt fuzzy. Once again, I felt like I was caught up in a weird dream. None of it was real. Daniel was quiet as we left the hospital. I didn’t know what to say either. “Let me drive you home, Sophia,” he offered once we were outside. His eyes were filled with concern for me. I was just too tired and confused to say no, so I simply nodded. He did not ask any questions, and I was glad. What am I going to do? I asked myself in silence while in the car, feeling the panic rising in my throat. This is the worst timing ever. Elijah and I just got divorced, and I’m supposed to have a whole new life ahead of me. Anxiety took over me. Everything was about to change again. If I have this baby, it won’t have a father, I thought bitterly. And how can I take care of it on my own while living in a different country where I don’t have anyone to help me? My hand moved toward my tummy. There was no baby bump yet, but knowing that there was a little one growing inside gave me chills. Suddenly, I remembered how painful it had been to lose my baby before. This is a blessing, a second chance for me to become a mother. Would I want to risk losing another baby? Slowly I began to calm down. I took deep breaths until my head began to clear. This is a miracle, I told myself. I should be grateful. As I rubbed my belly, I spoke in my mind. I’m so sorry, baby. It’s just all too sudden. But I know that I’m going to take care of you and love you with all my heart. Days flew by, bringing a welcomed calm without Elijah, Brenda, and Troy in the picture. However, internally, I remained in turmoil. Then, the news I had been eagerly awaiting arrived—I had been accepted into my dream university to study art and design once more! Despite the uncertainty of juggling studies with a baby, I couldn't let this opportunity slip away. In just a week’s time, I found myself waving goodbye to Kayla at the airport. “Call me when you get there!” she said, her eyes gleaming with tears. It was the first time we would be apart for a long time, and we were like sisters. As I settled into my seat on the airplane, bound for Paris, excitement and nervousness mingled within me. The prospect of starting a new life in a different country threatened to overwhelm my senses. The plane began its ascent, lifting off the ground. I felt a wave of panic wash over me. Beside me, Daniel sensed my unease and reached over, gently squeezing my hand. “Everything will be okay,” he reassured me. “I'm here. We'll do this together.” His words were a comforting balm to my anxious soul, and I found great comfort in his presence. As we chatted throughout the plane ride, ate together, fell asleep, and then chatted some more, I began to relax and come to terms with the situation. I can do this, I thought with more confidence. Then touching my tummy, I silently whispered, You’re my lucky charm, my baby. By the time we landed safely, Daniel and I were like old buddies. I was truly grateful that he was with me. As the cab wound through Paris, iconic landmarks flashed past—the Eiffel Tower dominating the skyline, the majestic Louvre in the distance, and quaint streets bustling with cafes and shops. Despite my worries, the beauty of the city had me momentarily elated, filling me with a sense of excitement and wonder. Beside me, Daniel seemed entranced, his eyes wide with wonder. Soon, we were unloading my bags at my new apartment. It was semi-furnished, and I was immediately drawn to the light blue walls and the inviting white sofa. But my favorite part of all was the large window that gave me a fantastic view of the busy city street below. This was it—the start of my new life in Paris. I turned to Daniel, who was looking around the apartment with a satisfied smile. “Looks like you've got yourself a nice little place here,” he remarked, glancing back at me. "Yeah, I think I'm going to like it here," I replied. Daniel chuckled. “Just remember to take it easy, okay? You've had a long journey.” I rolled my eyes. “I'm fine, Daniel. I'm not going to keel over from exhaustion.” He raised an eyebrow, and then grinned. “I'm just saying, you’ll be too heavy for me to carry if you collapse!” I threw the throw pillow at him jokingly. “Oh, shut up.” We both laughed. He added, “You need to get some beauty sleep, Sophia. I'm sure you'll want to look your best when you meet your new classmates.” “Oh, so now you're concerned about my appearance?” Daniel grinned. “Hey, a little rest never hurt anyone. And who knows, maybe you'll meet a cute French guy who'll sweep you off your feet.” I playfully nudged him. “I think I'll pass on that, thank you very much. I'm here to focus on my studies, not my love life.” He appeared pleased with that statement. “Fair enough,” he answered with a teasing smile. “But you never know what could happen. Paris is the city of love, after all.” I felt a little flutter in my heart, wondering if I could learn to look at him as more than a friend. Perhaps it's more accurate to say he's akin to a brother rather than just a friend. The assistance he's provided far exceeds anything I've received from Elijah in years. Sighing, I went over to my bags. “Come on, just help me unpack already so we can check out your apartment next.” As we were unpacking, my phone rang. I figured it was Kayla so I asked Daniel to answer it, showing him that my hands were full at the moment. “Hello?” I heard Daniel say. He put the call on speaker mode. “Who the hell is this? Where's Sophia?” a very familiar male voice demanded, his tone aggressive and impatient. My heart felt like it had just plummeted to the ground. I felt my whole body trembling when Daniel handed the phone to me. I didn't have to hold the phone to my ear to hear Elijah's furious growling, "Sophia, YOU CAN'T just walk away like this! Where the hell are you now?! Without my permission, you are not allowed to go anywh...." I pressed the button to end the call without hearing his entire words, calming my quivering heart with a big and deep breath. It's true that Elijah has never been very considerate or tender with me, but he hasn't really stepped on me rudely either. It's just that lately, he's been indifferent to me. Anyway, he'd never been as emotionally cranky as he was now. Did my leaving make him care? No, don't be silly, Sophia, he can be with Serena again now. He's free. How do you expect that he would care about you, a woman he had never loved? Daniel noticed my paradoxical anxiety. "Who is he?" Daniel inquired. But I could see in his eyes that he clearly knew the answer to that question. I sighed, "My husband. No, ex-husband."	LEARN_MORE	https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=	Random Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/	294	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	thebvhwysgng.com	DCO		https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/meganovel/13?lpid=12887&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/457564230_551374980564117_5159278282504693424_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=LNNxbF5sKJIQ7kNvgFRuOcA&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A50Qdi-RERbaQyTMubsZqsQ&oh=00_AYBpC3r-iuhAcNQqDUgXyDquox3J8TaoCbJQIg8xO0bySg&oe=67309B8F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,362,792	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2361816}'	No	2024-11-05 18:15	active	1730		✨ GIVEAWAY ✨ Don't let the time change get you down! Enter to win a boost from BUBBL'R! One person will win 4 packs of BUBBL'R, a BUBBL'R can cool'r, and a BUBBL'R t-shirt! Here’s how to enter: ✨ Like and save this post ✨ Follow @drinkbubblr ✨ Tag at least 3 friends in separate comments! 🌟 BONUS ENTRY - Share this post on your story 💫 Head to Facebook for an extra chance to win! This giveaway ends November 11th, 2024. U.S. Residents only. Good luck! This giveaway is not sponsored, administered, or associated with Instagram. By entering, entrants confirm that they are 18+ years of age, release Instagram of responsibility, and agree to Instagram’s terms of use. The winner will be contacted directly from BUBBL’R. We will never ask you to verify winnings or for personal information outside of the app. The winner will have 48 hours to respond to claim their prize. One winner will be chosen from Facebook and one winner will be chosen from Instagram.			BUBBL'R	https://www.facebook.com/drinkbubblr/	138,663	1969-12-31 18:00			IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465376045_447544347967625_9164941670664337894_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Flv6ii7KplMQ7kNvgFROsSv&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A4dpsmwwFbwsqA1ZqEl5xE-&oh=00_AYBwow6Sj9Gm1iza68CMWOP0WgJ1ojSmfNOac2M57KE8SA&oe=67306E95	PERSON_PROFILE	0	BUBBL'R	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,362,104	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-11-05 18:15	active	1730		✨🖤🩶🤍GIVEAWAY TIME!!!🤍🩶🖤✨ We haven’t done a giveaway for a while so let’s do one!!! Winner will receive our new leopard tote, pouch, diaper pouch and 50x60” fleece blanket!!! 🩶 RULES…please read carefully and follow the rules for your entry to count 😃 🩶 1. Follow @resinellie808 2. Like this post 3. Tag 3 friends 4. Share this post to your stories and tag @resinellie808 5. Don’t forget…if your account is private to send a screen shot of your story post 🤩 🩶 Giveaway ends in 1 week 11/10/24 5 PM HST.	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/resinellie808	resinellie808	https://www.instagram.com/_u/resinellie808	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	IMAGE		http://instagram.com/resinellie808	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/464423630_1126323992435094_1325460509422400761_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=E4atatWvADoQ7kNvgHE5k2c&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYDSXrKDxKYhccnypz0eUGUBsBzIuB8NJ_h6O3MIEPutdQ&oe=67307DCF	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	resinellie808	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,364,685	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-05 18:30	active	1731	Auction in Yamba	Auction in Yamba: 2 bedrooms, 1 bathroom, 2 car spaces. Find out more.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.realestate.com.au/property-unit-nsw-ya	realestate.com.au Promoted Properties	https://www.facebook.com/reapromotedproperties/	44,414	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	realestate.com.au	DCO	Could this be your new home?	https://www.realestate.com.au/property-unit-nsw-yamba-146391692?campaignType=external&campaignChannel=customer_product&campaignSource=facebook&campaignName=resiamax&campaignSegment=1&campaignBookingId=4849ebd7-75e6-4e3e-af83-3da82203f1b7&campaignContent=listingid_146391692	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464223107_474720278909412_6261317915229029391_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=2KASURIBtX4Q7kNvgEq1wlY&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AaTDe_sAoVEC4Db20d3rzo1&oh=00_AYAUNjeTnBSZyA6kSilJa7HgDsstacNUR_3PF4Hyh9g_FA&oe=673085B4	PERSON_PROFILE	0	realestate.com.au Promoted Properties	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,361,831	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2361824}'	No	2024-11-05 18:15	active	1730	Fiesta Auto Insurance	Fiesta Insurance is giving you the chance to win a $250 Amazont gift card by getting a free quote all month long!	LEARN_MORE	https://www.fiestainsurance.com/amazon-giveaway?ut	Fiesta Auto Insurance & Tax Service	https://www.facebook.com/FiestaInsurance/	6,846	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	fiestainsurance.com	DCO	Enter to Win Now	https://www.fiestainsurance.com/amazon-giveaway?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=paidsocial&utm_campaign=amazongc_jan&utm_id=amazon	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465564902_1722265735217153_7955616149180916327_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=1hYea2vFhL4Q7kNvgGal1H4&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A13AfaqWS9fHi-O4dN8Q8v6&oh=00_AYDfEQXphMWwZEQXcvOWaIdwans9NtzSeBTxmWNIQsi_cw&oe=67308234	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Fiesta Auto Insurance & Tax Service	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,362,712	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-05 18:15	active	1730	Marisela Tickets Nov 08, 2024 Inglewood, CA \| Ticketmaster	GIVEAWAY!!! Quieres ganar 🎟🎟UN PAR DE BOLETOS para el concierto de MARISELA este 8 del Noviembre en el YouTube Theater? Daremos 3 Ganadores! Sigue los siguientes pasos: 1. Dale 👍nuestra página L.J. Productions Los Angeles 2. COMPARTE esta publicación. 3. Etiqueta en los comentarios a 4 amigos Los ganadores se anunciarán el 7 de Noviembre	SHOP_NOW	https://www.ticketmaster.com/marisela-inglewood-ca	L.J. Productions Los Angeles	https://www.facebook.com/100057417020220/	13,922	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	ticketmaster.com	IMAGE	Buy Marisela tickets at the YouTube Theater in Inglewood, CA for Nov 08, 2024 at Ticketmaster.	https://www.ticketmaster.com/marisela-inglewood-california-11-08-2024/event/0A00606D333A4B8B	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465742702_898257028622418_5152267760183697857_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6quxmFgQ6YAQ7kNvgGzOPot&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Aoq3o40jK3hMAfCb9tO811L&oh=00_AYBggwrxb9WZ-xsHkmfW03IC8vigomdruoBtHh5mi5E4ZQ&oe=67306B42	PERSON_PROFILE	0	L.J. Productions Los Angeles	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

Page 429 of 437, showing 20 record(s) out of 8,736 total

Download CSV New Ads

Search

Ads for foobar on 2024-11-04