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2,585,400	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-12-04 19:30	active	1959	Read next chapter	She and her stepsister fell in love with the same man, but when he knelt down to beg her to save her stepsister, she felt desperate. She demanded to become his wife to save her stepsister. Two years later, when she got the divorce agreement as scheduled, she realized that she had ended up losing everything. ===== Emma Cooper boarded her flight home after three grueling months of filming. Today was also the final day of Emma's contractual marriage. The four-hour journey felt endless, but at last, the plane touched down. Once she retrieved her suitcase, she made her way toward the exit, expecting a company car. But as soon as the doors slid open, she spotted someone familiar--Edwin Reid, the Jenner family's long-time driver. He stood by a sleek black Rolls-Royce, his posture rigid and respectful, waiting. Dragging her suitcase, she approached. Edwin immediately took over, wordlessly opening the car door for her. Inside, a man sat in silence. His presence was cold yet commanding, encased in a perfectly tailored black suit. His sharply chiseled face devoid of any expression, he didn't look up--not even a glance her way. It was Ricky Jenner, her husband of two years. His unexpected appearance caught her off guard, though she quickly remembered why he was here. Their arrangement was ending today. Of course, he would show up. Emma slid into the car, maintaining a careful distance, the space between them as silent and tense as ever. For two years, Ricky had made it clear--he didn't want her close. Tonight was the first time they had been seated so near, and the closeness felt foreign. The faint scent of his cologne lingered between them, familiar but distant, like everything about him. Edwin quietly loaded her suitcase into the trunk and slid back behind the wheel. As the car pulled away from the airport, the silence inside grew suffocating. Ricky's expression remained as cold and distant as ever, his presence casting a shadow over the space. Emma's heart raced, each breath coming in shallow, uneasy waves. Twenty minutes later, the Rolls-Royce rolled to a stop in front of the Jenner family's grand estate. Before Emma could collect her thoughts, the butler rushed out, swiftly opening the door. Ricky stepped out first, his long strides carrying him toward the house without so much as a glance in her direction. "Let's go to the study," he muttered, his tone clipped, not even bothering to slow his pace. Emma's nerves had been on edge the entire ride. She knew what was coming. The moment she entered the study, she saw Ricky pull out a stack of papers from the desk drawer, tossing them in front of her. "Let's get a divorce," he said. Emma's heart twisted painfully in her chest, but she remained composed. She had loved Ricky for ten years, and wearing the title of Mrs. Jenner had never brought her closer to his heart. His body, his soul--none of him had ever belonged to her. "Nicola is old enough to marry now, isn't she?" Emma said, her voice trembling despite her best effort to keep it steady. Ricky's brow twitched slightly, a flicker of impatience crossing his sharp features. He didn't bother responding to her comment. Instead, he immediately extended the pen toward her, a silent demand. Emma forced a smile, but it felt like a crack in her mask. Without her usual makeup, her lips looked pale, and her face seemed drained of life. The exhaustion was undeniable. "Just sign it," Ricky said, emotionless and firm. She accepted the pen and, without sparing a glance at the contents of the contract, flipped to the last page and signed her name. The act felt final, yet hollow. As she placed the pen down, Emma glanced up at Ricky. His eyes, still striking, stared back at her with an icy detachment that sent a shiver through her. It was as if he was looking at a stranger, not his wife. "It's getting late. I'll move out tomorrow, if that's alright?" Emma asked, her voice fragile, her smile tense as she searched Ricky's face for even a shred of warmth. But Ricky's response came swift and sharp, dashing any hope. "Edwin will take you to a hotel." Was he really sending her away this very moment? Not even allowing her the courtesy of one last night under this roof? Her forced smile faltered, then vanished altogether. The silence between them stretched, heavy. Their eyes locked for a fleeting moment before she turned away, her heart hardening with each step as she left the room. In her bedroom, Emma took the suitcase she hadn't even had the chance to unpack. When she dragged her suitcase downstairs, the maids rushed to help, but she waved them off, her smile weary. "Thank you, but I can handle it." They exchanged helpless glances, standing quietly in a line as they watched her approach the door. In the two years she had spent in this house, Emma had grown to care for the people here. Everyone, except Ricky, had shown her warmth. A pang of sorrow hit her, but after enduring two years of emotional isolation, she no longer had the strength to fight. It was over. Time to move on, and finally, let go. Despite the searing pain ripping through her chest, Emma remained dry-eyed. She had learned how to hide her emotions well. As she slid into the backseat of the car, she forced herself to appear composed. Edwin drove her through the city streets and dropped her off at a five-star hotel. Without a word, he left. Inside, Emma checked in and powered on her phone, which had been off for hours. There was a missed call from her father, Colby Cooper. She inhaled deeply, bracing herself as she dialed his number. Colby picked up almost immediately. "Emma, Nicola's condition has worsened," he said, his voice rough, weighed down with exhaustion and worry. Emma's heart skipped a beat. "What? When did this happen?" "About a week ago." "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" she asked. "You were busy filming. I didn't want to burden you," Colby explained. Emma paused, the silence between them heavy. Her mind flashed back to two years ago, when she had donated her bone marrow to save Nicola Cooper. The realization hit her--she knew exactly why her father was calling. "What do you need me to do?" she asked, her voice steady but resigned. "No, there's nothing you need to do. Ricky's already taken care of everything--he's brought in top doctors, and the hospital found a bone marrow match for Nicola from the registry. You just need to visit when you can," Colby said. Emma stayed silent, her chest tightening. Colby, sensing her hesitation, gave her Nicola's room number and urged her to come soon, mentioning how much Nicola missed her. A sharp pain gripped her heart. She managed a weak "okay" before quickly ending the call, unable to hear more. That night felt endless. She tossed and turned on the unfamiliar hotel bed, her mind racing. By 2 a.m., she gave in, ordering a bottle of red wne. She drank most of it before finally drifting off into a fitful sleep. The next morning, close to noon, Emma was jolted awake by her phone ringing. Her agent's voice was quick and urgent on the other end. She pitched the idea of her joining a popular rural reality show--one that guaranteed fame for all who participated. "I'm not interested. I need a break," she replied, her voice groggy with exhaustion. Her agent snapped, clearly frustrated, "A break? Do you think you can take a break whenever you feel like it? Look, you've been in this industry for three years. You've turned down intimate scenes, refused reality shows and avoided any publicity stunts with male celebrities. The company has bent over backward to accommodate you! But what now?" Her voice grew sharper. "Three years in, and you still lack ambition. Keep this up, and your career will be done." "Then let it be done." "Emma, you..." Her agent's voice was cut off as Emma ended the call without hesitation. The frustration simmered inside her, but she didn't dwell on it. She headed straight to the bathroom, ignoring the incessant buzzing of her phone. After a long shower, feeling slightly more clear-headed, she decided to reach out to Jenifer Howard, a close friend she hadn't seen for a while. Emma asked if she could stay at Jenifer's place for a few days. Jenifer was thrilled and agreed, coming over to pick her up almost immediately. Once settled at Jenifer's, Emma unpacked her things and shared a quiet meal with her friend. That afternoon, she made her way to Ecatin General Hospital. Standing outside Nicola's room, Emma watched through the glass as the caregiver tried feeding her sister. Nicola, frail and pale, managed only a few bites before she began to retch. Emma's chest tightened with a sorrow she couldn't fully articulate. Nicola was her half-sister, five years younger and barely twenty now. They had been inseparable as children; Nicola had always looked up to her, following her everywhere. But everything changed when they both fell in love with Ricky. Two years ago, when Nicola was first diagnosed with leukemia, Ricky had been beside himself with worry. That was when the truth hit Emma--Ricky didn't love her. His heart belonged to Nicola. Chapter 2 You Don't Deserve To Be Around Nicola Back then, Emma's blod test results had come back clear--there were no complications, no signs of rejection. She could save Nicola. In truth, Emma wouldn't have hesitated to donate her bone marrow to a stranger, let alone her own sister. But before she could even voice her decision, Ricky had already thought of her as cold and indifferent, assuming she wouldn't step up to save Nicola. He was so desperate that he even knelt before her, pleading for her help--a sight that shattered Emma's heart. Never in her life had she seen Ricky humble himself for anyone like that. She had known Ricky since they were kids. From elementary school to high school, they had been inseparable. Childhood sweethearts, as some might have called them. Ricky used to get into fights with other boys just to defend her, and he would stay up late into the night to help her prepare for exams. She had believed, naively, that after all those years of being by his side, she would eventually earn his love. But she was wrong. Feelings, she had come to understand, were never won by logic or time. Emma was never as good at acting cute or knowing exactly how to please Ricky as Nicola. While he cared for both of them, the way he doted on Nicola was always more tender, more genuine. He must have loved her deeply. The thought pierced Emma's heart, and her eyes stung with unshed tears. What hurt most wasn't just Ricky's love for Nicola but the fact that he had assumed she was heartless enough to let her sister die. That judgment, so harsh and wrong, had infuriated her. In a moment of blind anger, she had demanded that Ricky marry her. She wanted to be his wife. Even though the marriage would only last two year, she had believed--foolishly--that it would be enough time for Ricky to fall in love with her. But reality, sharp and unforgiving, had torn that hope apart. She had lost. Miserably. "You still have the nerve to show your face here?" A biting voice yanked Emma out of her thoughts. Emma quickly wiped away her tears and turned to see Verena Cooper standing behind her, her expression instantly turning cold. Verena, her stepmother, was forty but looked a decade younger. With her perfectly styled hair and chic designer clothes, she exuded elegance and control. When Emma was still mourning the loss of her mother, Verena, who had been the family's servant, got pregnant. The father of the baby was Colby. "Spare me the crocodile tears!" Verena sneered, brushing past Emma as she entered the hospital room. Emma swallowed her frustration and followed behind, forcing herself to remain composed. When Nicola saw her, a faint light flickered in her otherwise tired eyes. "Emma," she said softly, a trace of warmth in her voice. Emma smiled, walking over to gently take Nicola's hand. "I heard you've been missing me." Nicola nodded, her expression gentle. "I haven't seen you for three months. I really missed you." Emma's heart twisted painfully. Nicola, with her innocence and kindness, made everything so much more difficult. How could her own sister, the one she'd loved and cared for, be the one standing between her and the man she longed for? When Nicola had fallen ill, Emma had crossed a line she could never uncross--using that tragedy to secure her place as Mrs. Jenner. She had expected Nicola to resent her for it, maybe even despise her. In her mind, their meetings would be cold, filled with resentment and distance. But Nicola still cared about her as though nothing had changed. And that was the hardest part of all. Every time Emma looked at her sister, the guilt became unbearable. "I'm taking a break right now, so I've got plenty of time to spend with you," Emma said, her eyes still red from emotion, but she forced a smile. Nicola's face lit up. "That's amazing! I want you to visit me every day until I'm discharged, okay?" "Of course, I'll be here every day," Emma replied warmly. From the side, Verena rolled her eyes, glaring at Emma with open contempt. She held her tongue for Nicola's sake, but every time she looked at Emma, her anger flared. She couldn't forget how Nicola had become a shell of herself when Ricky married Emma. Fighting her bitterness, Verena coaxed Nicola to sleep. Once Nicola was asleep, she turned to Emma, her voice cold. "Ricky's coming soon to see Nicola. If you don't want an uncomfortable scene, you'd better go." Emma stood silently, taking in her words. After one last glance at Nicola, now peacefully asleep, she turned and headed for the door. Just as she reached the doorway, Verena's voice cut through the air once more. "Don't bother coming back. After everything you've done to her, you don't deserve to be around Nicola." Emma didn't say a word. She walked out, her steps heavy with the weight of a truth she'd long grown accustomed to carrying. Emma quietly closed the door behind her and collapsed onto a bench in the corridor. She buried her face in her hands as tears flowed uncontrollably, her body shaking with silent sobs. Jenifer had been waiting outside in the car for far too long. Concerned, she decided to head into the hospital to check on Emma. When she entered the corridor and saw Emma hunched over on the bench, looking utterly defeated, Jenifer was about to rush over when she noticed Ricky stepping out of the elevator. He paused when he spotted Emma, but after a brief pause, he walked toward her. Emma had been following Ricky everywhere since childhood; she knew the sound of his footsteps anywhere. Hearing that familiar rhythm, she quickly wiped her face and tried to compose herself, though the effort felt futile. "Are you here to see Nicola?" she asked, forcing a smile as she looked up at him. Her eyes were swollen from crying, with streaks of smudged makeup on her face. She looked fragile, a shadow of her usual self. Ricky's response was indifferent. "You've already visited her?" "Yes," Emma whispered. For a moment, something in her appearance must have stirred a hint of sympathy, because Ricky, in an unusual display of kindness, added softly, "Don't worry. Nicola will be undergoing a bone marrow transplant soon. She'll get better soon enough." "I know." With just those words, Ricky simply turned to push open the door to Nicola's room. But before he could step inside, Emma couldn't help but call after him, "Please, take good care of her." If she couldn't have him, then maybe it was time to let go, to give him back to Nicola--the one he truly loved. Ricky paused, his hand on the door. Without turning to face her, he replied in a voice laced with restrained anger, "I don't need you to remind me. I'll take care of her." His words were sharp, each syllable weighted with frustration. Emma flinched. She had already signed the divorce papers, freeing him from their hollow marriage, giving him the chance to return to Nicola. This was what he had always wanted, wasn't it? So why did he still seem so furious with her? Was he really that eager to be rid of her? Did he hate her that much? Ricky disappeared into the room, but Emma remained frozen on the bench, her eyes locked on the closed door. She felt hollow, lost in the emptiness of it all. Jenifer, who had been watching from a distance, couldn't bear it any longer. She rushed over, gently pulling Emma to her feet and dragging her away from the hospital ward. In the days that followed, Emma continued visiting the hospital, but she no longer went inside Nicola's room. She only stood by the door, looking through the glass to catch a glimpse of her sister. Sometimes she would see Ricky taking Nicola for walks outside, their closeness painfully clear. From afar, she would watch, a quiet spectator to the life she had no part in. Ricky's coldness toward her was always in stark contrast to his gentle care for Nicola, a contrast that left Emma with a deep, aching wound that never seemed to heal. A month later, Nicola successfully underwent her bone marrow transplant. There were no signs of rejection or complications, and her recovery was progressing smoothly. For the first time in a long while, Emma felt a sense of relief. In the past month, Ricky spent nearly all his time at the hospital, constantly by Nicola's side. He seemed to have forgotten about going to the courthouse with her to finalize the divorce. Emma had watched enough of his affection toward Nicola. She was ready to close this chapter, ready to walk away and rebuild her life. That day, she made up her mind to call him. The phone rang for what felt like an eternity before Ricky finally picked up. "What is it?" he asked, his tone as cold and detached as ever. Emma didn't hesitate. "When are we going to finalize the divorce?" There was a heavy pause on the other end of the line. When Ricky finally spoke again, his voice was distant, but his words caught her off guard. "I haven't signed the papers yet." Her heart skipped a beat. After all this time, he still hadn't signed the divorce papers? Emma froze for a moment, her mind racing. Why hadn't Ricky signed the papers yet? Could he have changed his mind? Was there a possibility he no longer wanted the divorce? The thought was fleeting and absurd, and she quickly dismissed it. Ricky had always wanted to be free of her. Now that Nicola was recovering and old enough to marry, there was no reason for him to hold on. This delay couldn't possibly mean anything different. "Meet me at the courthouse tomorrow at nine," she said, her tone sharp, leaving no room for discussion before hanging up the phone. Meanwhile, in Ricky's office. For two years, Ricky had been waiting for this moment--the end of their marriage. The divorce papers had been drawn up months ago, prepared by his assistant, ready for the final signatures that would sever their ties for good. He had thought the moment he signed would bring relief, a clean break. But after Emma had actually signed them, something gnawed at him. A strange unease he couldn't shake. Ricky wasn't sure anymore, not even of himself. He wasn't something to be traded or handed over between two women. His decisions were his own--no one else had the right to make them for him. He calmly finished his work, then pulled the divorce papers from his desk drawer and tore them to pieces. "Divorce?" Ricky's lips twisted into a mocking smile. "It's not that simple. The game has just begun." ...... ==== Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. What happens next? 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2,587,300	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2586514}'	Yes	2024-12-04 20:33	active	1960	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	In Debra's last life, she loved Juan so much, but everyone knew that the one he cherished was Shelia. After Debra was drained of her last bit of value by Juan, she tragically died on the operating table. Reborn in this life, Debra swears never to repeat the same mistakes, and she will make Juan regret what he has done! "Get the defibrillator! Increase the voltage!" "Doctor! The patient is experiencing massive bleeding, and the A-type blood from the blood bank was just urgently taken away." The intern nurse's hands were covered in blood, and she trembled. The operating room reeked of blood. She had never seen so much blood before. At that moment, a thought flashed through her mind. 'Who would suddenly take away A-type blood from the blood bank?' The woman lying on the bed was pale. Her lips were dry, and her eyes started to lose focus. "Juan..." "What?" "Juan Nichols..." The intern nurse made out the name murmured by Debra Frazier. Juan Nichols was the most influential businessman in Seamar City. The doctor was on the verge of collapse. He dialed the wrong number three times before finally getting it right. He quickly pleaded with the person on the other end of the phone, "Mr. Nichols, your wife is experiencing massive bleeding, but the blood from the blood bank has been taken away. Please, come and see her for the last time." But Juan's voice was filled with indifference. "She's still alive? Call me when she's dead." With that, he hung up the phone. All the light disappeared from Debra's eyes. 'Juan, do you hate me so much? Even at this point, you wouldn't come to see me.' The machine emitted a flat, cold beep, indicating the patient's vital signs had disappeared. Debra felt her soul leaving her body. Her withered, frail body collapsed weakly on the bed. Debra felt exhausted. At just twenty-seven, she died from postpartum hemorrhage in the hospital. In her lifetime, she loved Juan dearly. As the only daughter of the Frazier family, she should have enjoyed the best life. But to marry Juan, she sacrificed herself and her family. In the end, she met a tragic fate. Debra slowly closed her eyes. Given another chance, she would never make the same mistakes. ... "Madam, Mr. Nichols wants to take you to the auction. Which outfit would you like to wear?" Sophie asked. Debra gasped and opened her eyes. Everything in front of her was strikingly familiar. This place was Juan and her home. They had been married for a month, but Juan had rarely visited her. She remembered that Juan was attending a land auction, and due to the occasion, he had to bring his family along. But this was all five years ago. 'How could it be? ' she thought, deeply confused, 'Am I reborn?' "Mr. Nichols has never stayed overnight before. You should seize this opportunity." Sophie’s voice brought Debra back to reality. She picked out a white gown, hesitating. "How about this one, Madam?" Looking at it, Debra gave a self-deprecating smile. It was well known that Juan favored Shelia. In the past, she often dressed like Shelia to please Juan Miles. Shelia liked white dresses, so she followed suit, just to earn a little favor from Juan. For this auction, Juan didn't inform her of the change in companion and brought Shelia instead, making her look ridiculous in a white dress similar to Shelia's. The thought of the past made her laugh. "No, I'll wear that one," she said, picking up a red dress. Debra never liked plain clothes. Shelia was just a poor college student. Debra felt that she must have lost her mind to wear cheap clothes for a man. It only lowered her status and self-esteem. "But Mr. Nichols likes white dresses," Sophie said hesitantly. Debra simply ignored her hints. "I'll wear this one," she said. "Throw away all those white dresses. I don't like them." Sophie sighed and complied. Debra looked at herself in the mirror, still vibrant and beautiful. But in a few years, she would be worn down by Juan's torment. Before that happened, she would end it all. In the evening, Debra appeared in a burgundy dress that accentuated her curves. Her delicate makeup, curls, and a mole under her eye made her mesmerizing. She looked like a painting, untouchable. Not far away, a man in a white shirt and black leather combat boots saw her. With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, Marion Houston asked, "Who is she?" "You don't know her? She's Debra, the daughter of the Frazier family and Juan's wife," said his friend, Randy Osborne. "I just saw Juan entering with another woman. Maybe we'll witness a showdown between the mistress and the wife. It will be fun." Marion made no comments. Randy clicked his tongue. "Juan's taste is just terrible, preferring a skinny woman to his beautiful woman. Don't you think?" Randy turned around, but Marion was nowhere to be seen. "Damn it!" he cursed, quickly catching up with Marion. Shelia, in a white dress, held Juan's arm timidly. "I've never been to such an event before. Maybe I should go back." "You'll get used to it. You'll be attending these events frequently in the future," Juan said. Shelia nodded. Juan was about to enter with Shelia when Joe spoke up. "Sir, won't we wait for Mrs. Nichols?" Juan frowned. "Didn't I ask you to tell her not to come today?" Joe glanced at Shelia, and she quickly said, "It's not Joe's fault. I told him not to inform Debra. With my status, I'm afraid of gossip, so I thought it would be better for Debra to accompany you in." Shelia lowered her head like a scared hare. Juan rubbed his temples. He didn't want Debra to show up at all. "Mr. Nichols," Shelia murmured, biting her lip. "It's alright." Juan patted Shelia's head and said to Joe, "Go intercept her and send her away." In the crowd, there were murmurs of surprise. Joe looked over and was also shocked. "I'm afraid it's too late."	LEARN_MORE	https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1	Random Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/	323	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	thebvhwysgng.com	DCO		https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13914&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/t39.35426-6/462143534_1670092790224824_679006321541673997_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=FbxSn3AsXsAQ7kNvgGcXToZ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AZzsQcrUadD0Zm5EPMx-xIb&oh=00_AYDBS8MafWQDckNqp3wWr2qyvayTySeot1bbJpVNJrf2Ig&oe=6756ECF7	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,584,731	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2584730}'	No	2024-12-04 19:30	active	1959	Read more FREE chapters👉	Nyla Jayston was in her third month of trying to conceive when she saw a message on her husband Clark Sumner's phone from a contact named "Jordyn Cheatham". Jordyn: [I think my new nightgown is a bit tight. Why don't you come over and check if it fits?] Attached was a selfie of a woman in a deep V-neck red slip dress, her body partly exposed, exuding seduction. Nyla's grip on the phone tightened. She scrolled up and found Clark and Jordyn's previous exchanges to be strictly work-related, which made her frown. 'Was the text sent by mistake? Or…' A hand wrapped around Nyla's waist from behind, breaking her thoughts. Clark pressed his warm body against hers and gently nibbled her earlobe. "Honey, I'm all cleaned up. Do you want to do it on the couch or the bed?" "Since you're not saying anything, I'll choose. Let's do it on the couch," Clark said. Clark's gaze grew darker. He leaned in to kiss Nyla, but she suddenly turned her head away. Sensing her resistance, he looked at her with confusion. "Honey, what's wrong?" She stopped him with one hand on his chest and held up his phone with the other, showing him the screen. "Explain this first." Clark glanced at the screen and immediately frowned, grabbing the phone to make a call. It was quickly answered. "Mr. Sumner, what can I do for you?" Clark glowered, and his voice turned icy. "I didn’t know my secretary started soliciting clients." There was a moment of silence before Jordyn's panicked voice came through. "M-Mr. Sumner, I'm sorry. That message was meant for my boyfriend. I must have sent it to you by mistake..." "Next time it happens, pack your things and leave!" Clark hung up and looked back at Nyla, his expression softening. "Honey, she sent it by mistake. If you're still upset, I'll fire her tomorrow. It's late now, so let’s not waste time on someone unworthy. We haven't seen each other in a week. You need to make it up to me tonight." Clark wasn't in the mood anymore and pushed him away. "I'm tired tonight. Let's continue tomorrow." A flash of disappointment crossed Clark's eyes, but he didn't pressure her. "Alright, you sleep first. I'm not tired yet, so I'll go to the study to handle some work."	LEARN_MORE	https://findedc.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=15692&	Indulge in story	https://www.facebook.com/61552702618591/	858	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	findedc.com	VIDEO		https://findedc.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=15692&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/t39.35426-6/467188318_943641887635581_102516143403081867_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=4-jkPbKC2bkQ7kNvgERxm-S&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A0sg58kQaPTMkJKs54qLqw1&oh=00_AYA4gEFLmQR44AN3UMQCBVUVzYxmXU6Lrqz0g4wVPscyiw&oe=6756DFFB	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Indulge in story	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,587,665	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-04 20:33	active	1960	Read next chapter👉	"Kaelyn knows about our wedding, and now she's threatening to jump off a building. You are aware of her depression, aren't you? I have to go save her," Theo explained impatiently and pushed Elyse aside. "Today is our wedding day! What am I supposed to do if you leave? Kaelyn Bennett totally stabbed you in the back before. She's caused you so much pain, why the heck must you go see her right now?" Theo's gaze turned even colder. "You're not in a position to judge what happened between me and Kaelyn. No matter her wrongs or the pain she caused, you don't measure up to her." Without a glance at her pale face, he strode away from the ornate altar. The man she had loved for three years, disregarding her dignity, had chosen another woman without a second thought on their big day. All around her, countless eyes watched, some mocking, some pitying, and others even gloating. Elyse had never felt such torment! Suddenly, there were noises nearby. Turning around, Elyse spotted a man in a suit sitting alone in a wheelchair. Wiping away her tears, she halted a passing staff member and inquired, "That man is a groom, right? Where is his bride?" The staff member glanced at her and responded, "She didn't show up. I heard it was because she couldn't deal with her husband's disability." "And he's been waiting here all this time?" The staff member nodded. After a moment of reflection, a determined look settled in Elyse's eyes. She had loved Theo for three years, but he had betrayed her. Why should she remain loyal to him? She realized she didn't need to be with him at all. She lifted the hem of her dress and confidently walked toward the man in the wheelchair. Hearing the rustle of her dress, the man in the wheelchair turned around slowly. Elyse halted and gazed at the handsome man before her, a spark of surprise in her eyes. She then extended her hand and said, "Hello, I heard you're in need of a bride. My groom just left me. How about we get married?" &9&	LEARN_MORE	https://fbweb.moboreader.com/55905322-fb_contact-e	Lime novel	https://www.facebook.com/100090847180115/	965	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	fbweb.moboreader.com	VIDEO		https://fbweb.moboreader.com/55905322-fb_contact-enp12_8-c3-0511-core3.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=124213&accid=1608252460124701&rawadid=120210957993010139	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465794332_515036421404092_4429592912397285622_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=mXLW5g1bhyYQ7kNvgH3TH7C&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A3NOyNKxLBGBBWThaFo7bsc&oh=00_AYAIA581Job-Ucs7rexw6o6gYaSlb9FVC46sEnYbfWo6qQ&oe=6756CABE	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Lime novel	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,584,076	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2584075}'	Yes	2024-12-04 19:07	active	1958	Buy a Recession Proof Business (Zero Down)!	Trying to start a business from scratch? Stop. I built an $850,000/year business empire before 30 without starting a single company. And I did it with zero prior experience, little to no capital, and while working a full-time job. The truth is, you no longer need to start a business to become a successful entrepreneur in 2024. Instead, you can take advantage of one of the biggest wealth transfers in history… And acquire one that's already established for little to zero down! You see... Right now, as you're reading this very ad… There's a massive shift happening... Over the next decade, 75 million Baby Boomers will retire putting ONE-THIRD of all businesses up for grabs. This presents an incredible opportunity for savvy investors to scoop up these cash-flow heavy assets at incredible discounts. And for a limited time… You can copy & paste our battle-tested system for buying 6-figure "boring businesses" with existing clients, recurring revenue, and a track record of profitability – for ZERO out of pocket. And you can do this without... ❌ Previous business experience ❌ Fancy degrees or certifications ❌ Tons of upfront capital This is the same system that helped Andrew acquire his first "boring business" in just 6 months for a 100% Cash on Cash return in year one… And is now generating over $100k in net cash flow per year. Or Garrett who acquired his first firm for ZERO out of pocket that nets $264k profit per year for a 145% ROI year 1! Or Zack who used this system to transition from working long hours as a software engineer to becoming a successful entrepreneur through acquisition. And now generates $2.1M in ARR after just one acquisition. (You can see their stories and results on the next page) If you want to skip the “startup phase” and own a business that’s profitable from DAY ONE... Click the “learn more” button and get instant access for just $27	LEARN_MORE	https://www.yourfirstfirm.com/accounting-ace	Acquisition Ace	https://www.facebook.com/61550576643030/	605	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	yourfirstfirm.com	DCO	Click to learn more!	https://www.yourfirstfirm.com/accounting-ace	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468737864_550556647782711_4606957116421218210_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=k7c-bqU_RggQ7kNvgE-dF2C&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AuWf6FzSNQxz2_Lq4-CLWU0&oh=00_AYD3-kDGM1EvKKAjWwavS9CAxomiqsIe1kvKJvP3UslTpQ&oe=6756E3A6	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Acquisition Ace	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,581,955	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2581959}'	No	2024-12-04 18:51	active	1957	Tundra TRD Pro + $50,000 Giveaway	Will you be our 16th winner⁉️ You could drive off in this '24 Tundra TRD Pro + $𝟱𝟬,𝟬𝟬𝟬. Sign up TODAY to get a FREE sticker pack & 𝟱𝟬𝟬% more entries to WIN 💯💯💯💯💯	SIGN_UP	https://forged4x4.com/special/rugged/order?utm_sou	Forged4x4	https://www.facebook.com/Forged4x4/	38,212	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign up	forged4x4.com	VIDEO	Will YOU Be The 16th Winner?	https://forged4x4.com/special/rugged/order?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{adset.name}}&utm_term=arb_fb&utm_creative={{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469229951_1122605572751861_2883002346738863527_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=IUuTEIjfG1EQ7kNvgGYZY3y&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AqswQstjSvK9-nj2chg2I7R&oh=00_AYCfLAV8WO4D-WF8CQQEBBYjw1BV7Y9YgIkNeDvK0Px1eg&oe=6756B484	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Forged4x4	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,588,385	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-04 20:33	active	1960	Frank’s Hoppy Bistro	We specialize in seafood and pizza, and we are thrilled to introduce breakfast with an artisan flair! Formerly known as the renowned "Frank's Tavern," we continue to be operated by the same owner and original chef. Now serving breakfast on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays. Our location is conveniently situated in Fenton, just off US 23 at 3235 Thompson Rd. For more information, please visit our website at www.frankshoppybistro.com.	LEARN_MORE	https://frankshoppybistro.com/	Frank’s Hoppy Bistro	https://www.facebook.com/frankshoppybistro/	5,266	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	frankshoppybistro.com	IMAGE	Frank's Hoppy Bistro is a Premier and Authentic Seafood Restaurant that has been proudly serving the Fenton, MI area and beyond. Come by today!	https://frankshoppybistro.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469332260_1357352458584573_8132350854023591590_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=yqpQ9StNdfwQ7kNvgFSK_OZ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AFuRipQVgmijDDGVGayaboU&oh=00_AYAHfbwJOjsdospcBDEn5D5ZMPaWu3JRhQ0bR5KhK4eSuQ&oe=6756D0B4	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Frank’s Hoppy Bistro	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,585,072	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2585070}'	Yes	2024-12-04 19:30	active	1959	🔥🔥LUST IS SWEETER THE SECOND TIME AROUND📖💕	💑🔞Tumakbo siya palayo sa kanya at hinabol siya, hindi makakalipad nang walang pakpak😍💘	LEARN_MORE	https://bioplm.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=12380&u	Philip Spicy Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61561349855790/	52,873	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	bioplm.com	CAROUSEL	💑🔞Tumakbo siya palayo sa kanya at hinabol siya, hindi makakalipad nang walang pakpak😍💘	https://bioplm.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=12380&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/t39.35426-6/467598464_1102457481406880_4882700932305829882_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=p-SOTIRlPsQQ7kNvgE9PdKf&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AwvvmgNOj7d-iQ6f1Xgm_hm&oh=00_AYA9eZYFx8KOFWijrWUFNVJwugsocPikfCQS4b_pSbXP4A&oe=6756B5AB	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Philip Spicy Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,585,824	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2585819}'	Yes	2024-12-04 19:30	active	1959	🔞🔥Click To Read On👉👉👉	❤️‍🔥“You’re mine. Your body, your soul, your mind—everything. Also, we’re still young, so let’s make more babies.” -------------------------------------------------- UNEXPECTED HEAT “What is that smell?” a student said, his nose twitching as he scented the air. He wasn’t the only one. A low murmur quickly spread through the lecture room as other students sniffed the air, trying to trace the source of the scent as well, creating a small commotion. “Fuck, someone is in heat,” a male student was finally able to detect the sweet, alluring smell. His eyes glowed amber, his wolf close to coming out to the surface. It was no secret that a female’s heat drove the males crazy, and right now, he clenched his fists, fighting to keep control as his wolf threatened to take over. He couldn't lose control, not when there were humans in there. A female student stood up abruptly, unable to take it anymore. Her eyes were blazing with anger as she scanned the room. “Who is it? Who the fuck is responsible for this?!” she thundered. Yet there was nothing but silence. “Tisha, sit down,” the deep, gravelly voice of the lecturer echoed through the room, the authority in the words giving her no other option but to obey. Tisha sat down begrudgingly, muttering curses under her breath. The only reason she had spoken up was because of the fear that her boyfriend, who was seated beside her, would fall prey to the seductive pheromones filling the room. Although her glare at him was enough to keep him in check, the tension in his body revealed how much he was struggling. “Silence!” Mr. Alaric commanded, his Alpha authority rolling out in waves and subjecting the room to utter silence. Even though he was Alpha, everyone knew Mr. Alaric was a stern man, and right now, his piercing gaze fell across the room, looking for the culprit. If he was being affected by the heat, he showed no sign of it, his expression completely unreadable. Then he said just three words: “Who is it?” Another round of murmurs rose again, and everyone whispered amongst themselves, especially the humans in the room who exchanged puzzled glances, fascinated yet having no idea about the turmoil unfolding before them. Violet Palmer sat frozen in her seat, drenched in nervous sweat while her hands trembled on her lap. She swore she didn't mean to go into heat in the middle of the classroom; it had taken her by surprise. She did not have the chance to excuse herself either before the first person noticed. She had been in a dilemma, as standing up would identify her as the culprit, and the scent of her heat would spread further. However, sitting down so far and trying to cover it up had not worked out either. And now, she was in trouble with Mr. Alaric involved. Mr. Alaric did not ask a second time, he simply stepped down from the podium and began walking towards the students. The gods help her, Violet prayed, clutching her palms so tightly they turned pale. She wished for some sort of miracle, that her scent wouldn't be discovered, but the gods might as well have abandoned her because her prayers were not answered. The moment she saw Mr. Alaric’s polished black shoes stop in front of her, her heart sank. It was over. She forced herself to look up, meeting his gaze, and forgot how to breathe. His icy blue eyes were unforgiving. “Follow me.” Just those two words, but Violet felt a sense of doom fall over her. Violet’s legs turned to jelly as she stood, her classmates’ stares boring into her back. She could hear the whispers, the disgusted snarls from the female wolves, and the leering looks from the males. “Slut!” someone spat. “What do you expect from a wolfless omega?” another sneered. Like a dam that had burst open, one by one the insults began to flood out, each insult piercing through Violet like a dagger. It would have been a good thing that she escaped the classroom, except Alaric’s towering presence ahead was more terrifying than the hostility behind her. It felt like she had gone from frying pan to fire. In a swift, unexpected move, Mr. Alaric grabbed her arm and shoved her against the wall, pinning her in a secluded corner out of sight. “What the fuck were you thinking?” he snarled his face inches from hers. “Were you planning a massacre? Do you have any idea what could’ve happened if those hormonal idiots had lost control? And in front of the humans, no less?” Violet whimpered, not just from the harshness of his words but from the crushing weight of his Alpha aura. She couldn’t meet his eyes, the force of his dominance suffocating her. Though he wasn’t her Alpha, as a defect wolf, she felt every ounce of his power bearing down on her. She felt like she was going to die. She didn't mean to do it. Why couldn't anyone believe her? Since the human and werewolf war came to an end, both species decided to coexist. Crescent Ridge University was one of the first experiments, the educational system a crossbreed of humans and wolves, with humans having just a surface-level knowledge of the werewolves they coexist with. However, that peace was still fragile, and what Violet had almost caused would have cast a negative light on the wolves and been a subject of conversation for the humans. “I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to,” Violet whispered, her voice barely audible, thick with fear and shame. Mr. Alaric’s sneer was cold. “Didn’t mean to? As if sorry would cut it. You nearly caused a disaster.” He tightened his grip, his voice a low, dangerous growl. “I don’t care how you do it, but you better find a wolf to fuck the heat out of you. Do you think this is a joke? Stop tempting us, you slut.” He released her with a shove, and Violet collapsed to the ground, her body trembling. But under Mr. Alaric’s merciless scrutiny, she scrambled to her feet, swallowing her tears. Mr. Alaric adjusted his collar, regaining his composure. “You’re banned from my class, and I don’t want to see you on campus until you’ve sorted out your... problem.” He cast one last, contemptuous glance at her. “Slut.” And with that, he left her alone, heading back to the classroom without a backward glance. One would think with all the advancement, there would be changes in wolf society, but nothing had changed so far as Omegas and wolfless deviants were still treated as lesser beings, branded as sluts and whores without a second thought. And those words had never hurt more than they did now. Violet stumbled blindly away, tears streaming down her face. She had to get out of there. She needed to be away from everyone before some wolf lost control and forced himself on her. Violet had a feeling no one would help her, if anything but to prove that she was the slut they made her to be. But as she fled, she crashed into someone. “Hey, slow down—” The stranger’s words cut off as their eyes met. Time seemed to stop, the world around them fading into nothing. He was handsome—breathtakingly so—and Violet had seen plenty of attractive wolves. But this one? He stole the air from her lungs. Except that admiration lasted for a second. His eyes flashed yellow, and he inhaled deeply. “You smell... divine.” That was all the cue Violet needed. She jerked back, panic filling her. Without thinking, she tore free from his grasp and ran as if her life depended on it. “Hey, wait!” he shouted and would have gone after her if not for the fact that a class ended and the students came out in droves, separating them. Students filled the hallway, and Violet could spot the werewolves who noticed her scent and were drunk on it, prompting her to run faster, running into people in the process and taking off without an apology. She finally made it to the parking lot, gasping for breath, when Aria, her older sister, found her. “There you are!” Aria grabbed Violet’s arm roughly, yanking her forward. “Do you have any idea what kind of shit you’ve caused today?” she hissed. Violet didn’t bother arguing. She was too tired, too scared, and the reality of her situation was sinking in. Aria dragged her toward a waiting car where Seth, Aria’s boyfriend, stood leaning against the hood. “There you—” Seth’s sentence cut off, and his nostrils flared. His eyes darkened as he inhaled Violet’s scent. Aria’s glare kept him in check. “Keep your shit together,” she warned, shoving Violet into the back seat. Seth blinked, snapping out of it, but Violet caught the lingering, predatory look in his eyes. And it was not the first time. Aria did not notice, or else she would have taken the frustration out on her. She walked to the front seat and sat down, while Violet sat alone in the back seat. The ride home was tense, the silence heavy and suffocating. Violet kept to herself, trying not to move or make a sound, terrified that her scent might provoke Seth further. She was very much aware that Aria’s presence was the only thing stopping Seth from pouncing on her, and she was somewhat grateful for it. They arrived in no time, and Violet knew things were serious when Aria didn't tongue-eat her boyfriend in the name of a kiss as usual. Instead, she grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the house. Violet’s stomach dropped when she saw their parents waiting inside. “You idiot!” Her mother’s hand met her face before Violet could even step through the door, the sting of the slap leaving her cheek burning. Her mother’s voice was full of fury and disappointment. “Do you have any idea the shame you’ve brought on this family “M-mom…” Violet stammered, clutching her cheek, tears blurring her vision. “Get upstairs. I don’t want to see your face!” Violet looked towards her father to see if he would interfere, but he wouldn't even look at her. He never fought for her. Not for once. Violet ran up the stairs with her vision clouded by tears, barely registering her mother’s final shout. “And don’t you dare come down until your heat is over, you fool!” MARRY A FIFTY-YEAR-OLD MATELESS ALPHA Everyone was gone by the time Violet woke up the next morning. She had locked herself in the room throughout the rest of the day and cried herself to sleep at night. But now, she was famished. Arriving at the kitchen, Violet discovered the pots were scraped clean. If her mom had cooked for the family, it was finished. But it didn't matter, it wasn't the first time anyway. Hence, Violet grabbed both fridge handles and pulled them open, expecting to find something to scramble into a meal. But to her shock, the fridge was clean. There were no vegetables, meat, not even milk or soda. There was just water. Just water. “No, no, no….” A sudden dread overcame Violet as she rushed and pulled the cabinets open, trying to find even any cereal to munch on, but not one of them housed the box of cereal she knew was always kept there. It was swept clean. There was nothing for her to eat or snack on. Violet slid to the ground, devastated. This was it. They were punishing her. They were starving her. The tears came down before Violet could control them. What had she done so wrong? She had not intended for her heat to go off in public. She didn't even have any control over that, why couldn't anyone understand her? Recalling all the maltreatment she had experienced so far only made the tears flow faster. The only wrong she had done was being born wolfless. If only she hadn't been born, she wouldn't be suffering this much. A sudden knock at the door startled Violet from her self-loathing, nearly jumping from the suddenness. Was it her parents? Were they back? It was strange; they didn't come back at this time unless it was an emergency or they had a change of heart about starving her. With that little hope, Violet wiped the tears off her face, composing herself. Her mother hated it when she cried. "Are you trying to elicit pity or trying to prove to the pack that we are maltreating you?" She would usually say with that frown on her face. She never frowned at Aria, though, her favorite daughter. The knock came a second time, impatient and loud. “I’m coming!” Violet shouted as she made her way over to the door and pulled it open, the hopeful expression on her face falling at once. It was not her parents. “Seth...” Violet swallowed, “what are you doing here?” He let out that charming smile that should have left her flustered; instead, her stomach dropped. Violet could see why Aria kept Seth around. Seth was handsome with his blonde hair, blue eyes, and dimples that most women loved. But not Violet, not with the multitude of times she had seen the sleazebag checking her out. He creeped her out. And right now, he was standing at her doorstep. When no one was around. On other days, Violet wouldn’t be concerned about him, but not when she was in her heat. She knew what the heat did to even the most ironclad male, not to mention someone like him. “Seth, what are you doing here?” “I got something for Aria,” he lifted a plastic bag, “we were supposed to have breakfast together.” “Well, she’s not home. You can come back at a later time.” Violet was about to slam the door in his face, only for him to reach out and grab the door. “What are you doing?” Violet frowned when he took a step closer to her. “I’ll wait for her to return,” he smirked. Violet didn’t even have a chance to object when he forced himself inside and walked into the living room. Fuck this. She slammed the door and went in after him. Seth had made himself comfortable on the couch, legs crossed. He had made himself comfortable as if he was at home. The plastic bag was beside him, and the smell of food wafted into her nose, making her stomach let out a rebellious growl. He lifted a brow. “What was that sound?” “None of your business,” Violet said, heading in the direction of the stairs when Seth added immediately, “You could have some.” Violet narrowed her eyes. “You said it was for you and Aria?” “At this rate, it will go cold.” He lifted one of the plastic bags that should belong to her sister toward her. “Come on, you should have it.” The suspicion didn’t ebb one bit. She could tell Seth was up to something; she just didn’t know his endgame here. “I can have it for free?” she emphasized the word, ‘free.’ He rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you think of me, but I’m not a douchebag.” Maybe she was thinking too much. Violet walked back and accepted the food. She sat across from him and began to uncover the package. Violet had considered going upstairs, but she assumed it was rude to leave Seth here all by himself. Someone had to keep an eye on him. Whether it was intentional or not, Violet didn’t care that Seth had bought her favorite food, feasting on the fried rice. She was starving. While she had no wolf, her metabolism was still different from a human’s, and she needed the fuel. “Whoa, you must be really hungry,” Seth chuckled. “Here, you can have mine as well.” Violet was so invested in the food she didn’t have much to say when Seth made his way over to her side of the couch, handing her his food. Perhaps, it was because of his unsettling stare or his strange proximity, but Violet didn’t enjoy the meal as much as she did the first one. “I think I’m full,” she gave up, setting the food container down. There was a bit of rice and chicken left, which was why she apologized. “I am so sorry for that.” Seth smiled. “Don’t worry, you have nothing to apologize for.” He reached out and rubbed his thumb across her lips. For a moment, Violet froze, having no idea what to make of what just happened until Seth showed her the piece of rice that had been there. “Urm, thanks, I guess?” Violet said awkwardly. She was uncomfortable now and stood to leave, only for Seth to pull her back down on the couch and crush his lips to hers. It took Violet about a minute for her brain to register what was happening. Seth, her sister's boyfriend, was kissing her. Oh fuck. Violet tried to resist, but Seth was stronger, and he took that chance to force his tongue into her mouth. Violet wanted to resist, but the familiar warmth of her heat was sinking in, compelling her to give in and let this willing male satisfy her. It would solve all her problems. But as tempting as the offer was, Violet couldn’t let that happen. With great strength, she pushed Seth away and slapped him across the face. She stood up. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Seth stood up as well, and the fact that he towered over her and could easily overpower her made Violet realize she was in a fucked-up situation. “Oh please, just admit it, Violet.” “What?” “You need me,” he said without shame. “I know you enjoyed that.” Anger flared inside her. “You violated me, Seth. You kissed me without permission!” “But your body liked it, didn’t it?” he said smugly. “That was my body's biological response, you moron! What makes you think I liked that?” “You don’t need to like me to do it. All you need is for me to simply fuck the heat out of you.” Violet had never been more disgusted in her life, and she spat, “Get lost!” She turned to leave, only for Seth to say, "Why don't I give you a taste then, and we’ll know whether you like it." Before Violet knew what was happening, Seth had grabbed her from behind. She screamed as he dropped her on the couch and followed her down immediately. “Get off me, you asshole!” She struggled against him all to no avail. Seth was bigger and stronger. She wanted to dig her hands into his eyes, but he grabbed both of her hands and pinned them above her head. Then he pressed her down with all of his weight, making it nearly impossible for her to squirm beneath him. He spread her legs and rubbed himself against her. Instead of pleasure, Violet felt vomit rise to her throat. Great fear gripped Violet at the thought of what was about to happen – the asshole was going to force himself on her. Regret filled her. She should have never let him pass through that door earlier. She should have done everything to push him away. But it was too late for regret now. It wasn’t until Seth was kissing across her neck that a voice said, “What is going on here?” Both of them froze in unison. She hadn’t mistaken the voice. Violet looked up and saw her sister. Violet had seen an angry Aria before, but the dark, stormy look on Aria’s face made her shiver. At once, she and Seth broke apart, and Violet rose to her feet, quickly saying to her sister, “I can explain. Your boyfriend Seth tried to…” That was about as far as Violet could get in her explanation when she felt a ringing sound in her ears. The momentum of the slap was so great that Violet lost her balance, hit her head on the center table, and passed out instantly. When Violet came to, it was to the sound of her parents arguing with Aria. More like they were trying to calm her down. “She tried to seduce Seth with her heat! She tried to sleep with my boyfriend. What kind of sister does that? I don’t care how you do it but get rid of her!” Aria’s shrill voice rang into her ears. What were they talking about? She didn't seduce Seth, he was the one who tried to rpe her. But of course, with Violet passed out, it meant the asshole had all the time to spin his tale and push the blame on her. Violet groaned, feeling a great pain at the back of her head as she tried to push herself up to her feet. “Oh finally, sleeping beauty is awake,” Aria sneered with an ugly look on her face. She then stormed out but not without one last look her mother's way and the secret communication made her stomach turn. Whatever Aria discussed with their mother, Violet had a feeling she was not going to like it. Violet found out she was lying on the couch in the living room. The same couch Seth had tried to force himself on her. It made her stomach turn. Goddess help her. Her mother stood before her, arms folded with the most disappointed look on her face. “Just when I think you couldn't bring any more shame on this family, you only go further.” “M-mother…” she tried to say but the dangerous look on her face cut her off. “Now listen to me.” she said with a stern look, “You’re lucky you have a merciful sister else I would have kicked you out of my house by now. But that doesn't mean I would be indulging you anymore, which is why you’ll be attending that mating ball tomorrow.” The blood drained from Violet’s face. She protested. “But mother, I don't have a —” “A wolf?” she completed it for her. Violet nodded, her throat closing up. It was one thing to have a disability, but it was another thing for your parents to rub it in your face. Her mother bent down and looked her dead in the eyes. “I don't care to know how you do it but make sure to snatch a man, you're good at seduction anyway. Even if it's a fifty-year-old mateless alpha, don't return to this house emptyhanded.” Last Night As A Single Male The air in the office reeked of sex as a couple were entangled together, sweat clinging to their body as they vigorously went at it. "Alpha, have mercy," the female cried out, but the sheer bliss on her face showed no sign of pain. If anything, she reveled in the roughness, savoring the sweet sting as skin slapped against skin. Alpha Xander did not seem to have listened to her plea either. If anything, he was punishing her with each thrust, the desk creaking beneath their weight, matching the intensity of his coitus. She tightened around him, her quick breathing and heightened moans proving that her climax was around the corner. So he increased his thrust, his fingers now digging into her skin as he thrust into her desperate intensity, his grunts filling the air with his muscles tensing. She screamed, falling against the desk as she reached her breaking point. Xander pumped a few times inside of her before coming with a low groan, collapsing on top of her. Quinn smiled beneath him, saying with a ragged breath, “That was an awesome, alpha.” Yet the same couldn't be said for Alpha Xander Wolfgang. He pulled out of her, getting rid of the used condom and pulling up his fly. One would think that with such intense sex, he would have loosened up and relaxed already. But his tensed features seem to say the opposite. Xander seemed to have it worse. He rubbed the back of his head where he felt that unselling crawling feeling as his wolf prowled restlessly inside of him. He has had sex with Quinn uncountable times and his wolf has never objected to it. Yet now, it roared inside of him accusing him of things he couldn't understand. His agitation didn’t go unnoticed. Quinn narrowed her eyes at him. “Xander, are you okay?” she reached for him. And that was a mistake. A dangerous growl tore from Xander's lips and Quinn let out a startled yelp, stepping away from him. There was a wide look in her eyes, having never seen him in this way. The Xander she knew would never lay a hand on her not even when he was in a bad mood. “I’m sorry,” Xander apologized, rubbing his hand down his face,” I don't know what came over me –” “I think I should leave,” Quinn said fearfully, already reaching for her clothes and putting them on as quickly as she could. “You're right. It's best, you leave,” he couldn't agree more. Until he figured out what was going on with him, she couldn't be near him. Xander had a feeling he would have hurt her for real if she had pushed her luck. Xander pulled out a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, poured himself a drink, and downed it in one gulp. As he poured a second glass, he heard the door close with a thud as Quinn left. He couldn't help but collapse into his seat. What was going on with him? As much as he hated to admit it, Xander knew all of this started after he bumped into that strange girl in the university hallway. If he had known beforehand that visiting the university would leave him in such an unsettling situation, he would have never left in the first place. He was Xander Wolfgang, for crying out loud—the alpha of the largest werewolf pack, owner of Wolfgang Enterprises, and the most eligible bachelor in both human and werewolf circles. There was no way he was lusting after some university student in heat. Of course, they had told him. He had asked about her, and his assistant assured him it was nothing to take seriously. It was just an unfortunate incident of an omega accidentally going into heat. Nothing to worry about. Not that the same could be said now. It worried him now. He was close to losing his mind with his wolf restlessness. Unable to stay in the office any longer, he grabbed his coat and decided to head home. Not the pack house, but one of his many apartments scattered across the city. The scent hit him before he saw her the instant he came into the apartment. Seated and waiting for him in the living room was nobody but his only living relative and the one he respected the most. His grandmother. “If Mohammed won’t go to the mountain, the mountain will come to him,” she announced her presence. “I decided to visit since you seem to have forgotten that aside from making money, you have responsibilities as an alpha.” And that was why he avoided going home. “I haven’t forgotten,” Xander replied, feigning casualness. “I’ve just been busy integrating into human society —” “Or avoiding finding your mate?” she interrupted. Xander’s expression hardened instantly, his lips pressing into a thin line. His grandmother, unfazed by his dark look, stood up and wrinkled her nose in distaste. “I can smell that slut you were with. How long are you going to keep up these quick flings instead of putting real effort into finding your mate and giving the pack an heir? You’re not getting any younger, Xander.” “And you think I’m not trying?” he snapped. “I’ve been looking, but it’s not my fault she hasn’t shown up. “Then you’re not looking hard enough!” “Grandmother—” “You’re my only family, Xander. If anything happens to you, the lineage ends. Who will take your place?” Xander groaned, raking his hands through his hair in frustration. “I already told you, I’m not—” “There’s a mating ball tomorrow.” “Okay, but—wait, what?!” Xander’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You can’t be serious—” “You either find your mate at the ball or at least a reasonable woman to be Luna, or I will choose for you,” she said with a tone of finality.“And don’t think for a second that I won’t.” “Come on, Grandma, you’re not really forcing me to go to a mating ball, are you?” he asked, trying his luck. Her unsmiling face gave him all the answers he needed. “Damn it, you’re serious.” “The ball is tomorrow, Xander. Find a wife or I’ll find one for you.” Xander Wolfgang stood at the spot, unable to believe what just happened as this grandmother left through the door. It dawned on him, that this was his last night as a single male. Happening Again “Here, you should have this.” Violet lifted her face to see her mother handing her a small medicinal container. She took it and glanced at the label. "Heat inhibitor?" Violet read aloud, surprise etched across her features. The heat inhibitor was a sort of drug females in her condition used to control the intensity of their heat and eliminate the chance of throwing themselves on the closest males that showed an interest in them. It also cloaked their scents so the males wouldn't lose their minds around them. In a word, if Violet had taken one of the pills before her heat, she wouldn't have found herself in that humiliating situation. Her mother sneered. "Do you think I would send you to the mating ball with your heat drawing all the males like moths to a flame? What do you take me for? Why would I do that?" "You've done way worse," Violet wanted to say, the sharp retort on the tip of her tongue. But she knew better and kept quiet, knowing her mother wouldn’t hesitate to hit her if she sassed back. "Come down and eat your meal. You can take the drug afterward. After that, dress up and get ready for the ball," Mrs. Palmer said as if she was giving instructions to a mere servant and not her daughter. Violet responded politely, "Yes, ma." Violet was not permitted to call her by the title of “mother”. It had not been easy at first, but each slip-up was rewarded with a slap on her cheek and she had no choice but to get used to it. "Don’t waste my time. Come down immediately," Mrs. Palmer instructed before heading downstairs. Violet followed her promptly, fearing her mother might change her mind about feeding her. She had been left starving for a whole day before, and she was so hungry right now. Dinner was already served when Violet reached the dining room, but she froze momentarily when she saw her sister seated beside their parents. It seems they had all been waiting for her. The intensity of their stares made Violet wish the ground would open up and swallow her. "What are you standing there for like a fool? Sit down, eat, and be done with it. The ball won’t wait for you," her mother scolded. With her head bowed Violet quickly sat at the table. Thankfully, Aria was seated across from her, so unless she looked up, she wouldn’t have to face her. The meal was one of the most awkward ones Violet had experienced in a while. There was a thick tension in the air, yet everyone ignored it, eating as if they were a normal family. Aria was the first to break the silence. "I’m going to get ready for the ball." Violet’s eyes widened, and before she could stop herself, she blurted, "You’re going to the ball?" Aria raised an arrogant brow. "Is there a reason why I shouldn’t?" Violet swallowed. "No, that’s not it… It’s just… you have a boyfriend and—" "You mean the boyfriend you seduced?" Aria interrupted. Violet's face flushed instantly. It seems no matter what she did, Aria did not forgive her for an offense that was committed by her boyfriend. "Aria, that’s enough," their mother interjected. "Go prepare. You need to look your best. You must find your mate this year." "Yes, Mother." Aria smiled sweetly, but when her eyes met Violet’s, the smile turned venomous. The cruel look on her sister’s face sent a shiver down Violet’s spine, and she cowered in her seat, looking away. Satisfied, Aria stood and left to prepare for the ball, leaving Violet to finish her uncomfortable meal. "Thank you, sir, for the meal. Thank you, ma, for the meal," Violet murmured to her parents, however, neither of them acknowledged her, too engrossed in their private conversation. Violet simply ignored them and went upstairs to prepare. Violet made it to her room only for her door to open suddenly, nearly hitting her in the face. Lo and behold, it was her sister. "What are you doing in my room?" Violet asked suspiciously. Aria never had a good reason to come into her space. For a brief moment, guilt flickered across Aria's face, but she quickly masked it with her usual haughty posture. "Why do you think I’m here? I came to make sure you didn’t steal anything of mine for the ball." Violet pursed her lips. "I wouldn’t steal anything from—" "Like you didn’t steal my boyfriend?" Aria cut her off sharply. Of course, this was what it was about. It was foolish of her to think that Aria would forgive her easily. "I don’t know how many times I have to say this, Aria, but I would never steal your boyfriend. Seth was the one who tried to force himself on me." "Oh please, spare me the excuses," Aria sneered, rolling her eyes. "You think I don’t know how much you envy me? How you wish you were the one Mom and Dad loved? How you wish you had my life?" Violet said nothing, knowing deep down her sister was right. She had always envied her, but only because she wished her parents would show her even a fraction of the love they showered on Aria. She wished they wouldn’t resent her simply because she was wolfless and didn’t meet their expectations. She wished they had a normal family. "So," Aria continued, "don’t ever give me that pathetic excuse again, you whore." She spat the last word before shoving past Violet on her way out. Violet stood frozen, unable to believe what had just happened. Tears slid down her cheeks, but she quickly wiped them away and went back to her dresser. Disheartened, she poured out two pills from the bottle of heat inhibitors and swallowed them without even glancing at them. She then sat down to apply some light makeup. Her mother wouldn’t settle for anything less than a polished appearance, and Violet had to look presentable, though not enough to overshadow Aria, especially now that her sister was attending the ball. Not that there was much Violet could do to compare. While Aria’s dark, straight hair, bow-shaped lips, and enviable figure drew attention, Violet was tall and scrawny, her only striking feature being her blue eyes inherited from their mother. The few people who had dared to complement the wolfless freak said it was beautiful like the clear blue sky. But if she and Aria stood side by side, it was clear which of them would be chosen by any man. Violet chose the only good dress she had, a simple blue gown that modestly accentuated her almost invisible curves. When she descended the stairs, her jaw nearly dropped at the sight of Aria’s dress. It clung to her like a second skin, with a daringly high slit in the middle. If anyone saw the two of them together, they wouldn’t even believe they were sisters. Everything about them was different. "Get in the car," their mother said coldly, not even glancing at Violet’s appearance, despite gushing over Aria earlier. Violet was used to the favoritism, but it still didn’t stop the bitter tears that stung her eyes. She held them back as she climbed into the car. It was as if Violet didn’t exist during the ride. While Aria and her mother chatted in the backseat, Violet sat in silence with the driver. Two hours later, they arrived at the venue. As Violet stepped out of the car, her mother grabbed her arm, her nails digging into her skin and nearly drawing blood. "Make sure you secure a husband by the end of this ceremony, or don’t bother coming back home." Violet stumbled as her mother shoved her away before getting back in the car and driving off with Aria. The driver would not come back for them, not when they were expected to find a mate –in Aria's case. For her, she had to find some old mateless, and desperate wolf to settle down with. Even if Aria were to fail to catch a mate tonight, all she had to do was to place and the driver would come back for her. For her? She was hopeless. By the time they arrived, the party was already in full swing, with young unmated werewolves mingling. "Aria, over here!" Her friends waved her over, and Aria left Violet without a second thought. Violet didn’t follow. Aria had made it clear many times that Violet wasn’t welcome around her friends. Even the pack members treated her like an outcast, some visibly wrinkling their noses at the sight of her. Violet wandered aimlessly, trying to find someone to talk to, knowing her future depended on securing a mate tonight. But just as she gathered her courage, her heat flared up with sudden intensity. She groaned, clutching her stomach and bending over in pain. What was happening? As if on cue, the atmosphere shifted. All the males in the vicinity began sniffing the air, their noses twitching as they picked up her scent. The blood drained from her face. It was as if the nightmare at the university days ago was happening all over again. Oh no. What Has She Done? “Move out of the way!” Violet shrieked as she pushed through the crowd, shoving people aside as she hurried to escape before things escalated. “Hey! Watch it!” some of the unfortunate guests caught in the commotion shouted, exasperated at her rude behavior. But Violet wasn’t listening, nor did she look back, her mind focused on one thing—getting the heck out of there. However, the entrance seemed impossibly far away, and with the crowd of people blocking her path, it felt like an impossible task to get away before every male in the room lost their mind and came after her. Violet was in a panic, and then, from the corner of her eye, she saw someone stepping out of the restroom. Instantly, she headed there without a second thought, her entire body trembling as she locked the door behind her. The latch clicked into place, and her legs gave way as she sank to the cold tile floor. Her breath was ragged and she pressed her face against the cool tiles, which provided some relief from the searing heat surging through her veins. By the gods, what was happening to her? Her heat had never been this intense. No, it was nothing like she had ever felt before. It was unbearable. It was like fire spreading beneath her skin, the heat increasing with every breath she took. Immediately, Violet reached for her purse and pulled out the medicine. Perhaps she hadn’t taken enough, she thought, as she poured the tablets into her palm. Just as she was about to take them, she noticed something. The tablets looked different as if a different tablet had been mixed in. A cold shiver washed over her as she realized what had happened. Aria. It could only be her. Violet recalled Aria stepping out of her room earlier. She must have tampered with her medicine during that time. The gods help her. Violet had found it strange that Aria hadn’t pushed her boyfriend’s issue further, but it had all been part of her plan. This was Aria’s revenge—she wanted to disgrace her at the mating ball. Frantically, Violet tried to separate the real medicine from whatever Aria had mixed in, but the heat flared up so violently that it stole her breath, and the pills scattered across the floor, slipping from her trembling hands. The gods help her. It was too much. Her skin burned with sensitivity, like a thousand bugs crawling across her body, and she wanted to scratch herself raw. But it wasn’t an itch she could scratch away, at least not in the literal sense. Every nerve in her body screamed, the unbearable ache spreading from her core and radiating outward, leaving her drenched in sweat. She clutched her abdomen, her nails digging into her skin as she tried to suppress the overwhelming need that clawed at her insides, but it was futile. A low, moan escaped her lips, her muscles tightening under the agonizing heat. Her eyes stung with tears, not just from the torment she was enduring but from the knowledge that her sister had been heartless enough to reduce her to this. The humiliation was too much, knowing she had no control over herself. She was trapped, imprisoned in her own body by the drugs coursing through her veins. Violet prided herself on her ironclad self-control, but she knew at that moment that she was fighting a losing battle. The ache between her legs was becoming unbearable, and even pressing her thighs together did nothing to ease the torment. The hunger was consuming her from within, filling and drowning her in sensations she didn’t want but couldn’t fight. Violet knew the moment she lost the battle. Why was she even fighting this? It wasn’t like she was saving herself for someone special, for her mate. She was wolfless, there was no mate for her. Why couldn’t she give in? Everyone thought she was a slut anyway, so what good had fighting her desire ever done for her? She needed help. She needed someone to help her through the heat. She needed someone who could fuck the heat out of her. Violet smiled wryly, recalling those crude words from her lecturer. And with that one thought consuming her, she went in search of a male. Violet wasn’t thinking straight anymore. The world around her seemed to swirl, and she stumbled as she made her way through the crowd. It was no wonder she collided with a hard chest, nearly falling back from the impact. “Easy there, little one,” a deep masculine voice chuckled, his arms wrapping around her waist to steady her. Violet slumped against him, her face buried in his chest. He smelled so good, and she inhaled deeply, savoring his scent, a rich, earthy blend of pine and cedarwood, with a hint of dark amber and danger. It made her heat flare even further, and a small whimper escaped her lips. “Help me,” she begged him. “What?” “Help me, I’m in pain. Make it go away, please,” she pleaded again, nearly grinding against him. Her mind was muddled, and all she could think about was him taking her. She wanted him, desperately. Violet wasn’t even looking at the man’s face, so she didn’t see the way his features hardened with determination. His mind was made up. “As you wish, little one.” Her world blurred as he picked her up, carrying her bridal style to God knows where. To be honest, everything that happened next was a blur. All Violet knew was that they barely made it to some room before she lost control and kissed him. He groaned, and the next second, his hand tangled in her hair as he deepened and dominated the kiss. The gods help her. Was this what she had been missing? The need inside her seemed to encourage the moment, and Violet surrendered to it fully. She had never felt anything like this before, and she kissed him back with equal intensity. Nothing else mattered except the feel of his lips on hers. But the desire raged inside her, and Violet had no time for more foreplay. They tore at each other’s clothes, and soon her back hit the bed, his irresistible body pinning her down. Violet lost count of how many times she came that night. He took her so thoroughly that she couldn’t tell where her pleasure ended and his began. All she knew was that he made sure she was completely exhausted before they collapsed together, falling asleep in each other’s arms. *** Violet woke with a groan. It felt like she was going to die. Her body ached all over as if a truck had run her over. But she felt a particularly sore sensation between her legs, and that made her freeze instantly. It can’t be…. Then her eyes fell on the fine specimen of a man sleeping beside her. Violet forgot how to breathe. Fuck. 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2,586,763	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2586709}'	No	2024-12-04 20:33	active	1960	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	Liesel Sharp had just unlocked her phone while waiting for her IV drip to be done when she received a message from her best friend, Chelsea Walden. "Jacob's back." She faltered. She and Jacob Ford had barely spoken throughout their month-long cold war, so she had no idea he was back. Soon, she received another message. "He's brought a young woman back with him." A photo had been sent with the message. The young woman in the photo resembled Liesel a little—she was Natalie Sharp, Liesel's younger half-sister. She'd been raised in the countryside. Chelsea continued, "The Sharp family is throwing them a welcome-back party. Do you want to crash it, Lili?" She knew what Liesel was like. Liesel would give Jacob a taste of his own medicine if he dared to do anything to her. There was even a chance she would set the Sharp residence on fire. Liesel checked her IV bag. She'd had a high fever for three days now, and the back of her hand was swollen from the constant IV drips she'd been on. She wasn't in the mood for that nonsense. "No," she replied. Then, she shut her eyes to get some rest. It was close to 10:00 pm when she took a cab back to Viewpoint Residences. The fever had taken its toll on her, so she soon drifted into a restless sleep. Jacob returned at some point, which woke her up. "Did I wake you?" he asked while rolling up the sleeves of his ironed shirt. The dim light made his skin glow, adding a hint of iciness to his already cold demeanor. He looked down at her with an indifferent gaze. His voice was as alluring as always, though. "No." Liesel's voice was a little nasal because she'd just woken up. She explained lazily, "I wasn't sleeping too soundly after taking my meds." He frowned slightly. "Are you sick?" She chuckled softly. She'd been sick for a while now and had mentioned it in her texts to him when admitting defeat. Yet he looked like he'd only just noticed. She poured two glasses of water and handed one to him. "How are things at Norton City? I heard from Brook that there seemed to be some trouble with it. You—" Her throat felt dry and uncomfortable; she wasn't in the mood to chat. Still, someone had to back down—it had been nearly two months since they'd seen each other. However, Jacob cut her off. "Let's divorce." She stared at him and almost lost her grip on her glass. Her throat seemed to hurt more now. He didn't explain himself. All he said was, "You can ask for whatever you want. I won't shortchange you." Liesel's heart clenched, but she soon regained her composure. "We can discuss this if this is because you left to pick Natalie up two months ago." "It's not." He looked at her, his gaze aloof. "This is a loveless marriage, Liesel. There's no point in keeping it going." It was true that the marriage alliance between the Ford and Sharp families had never been the one Jacob had hoped for. Liesel was the eldest daughter of the Sharp family, but he'd never wanted to marry her. Their accidental encounter that night was the only thing that had made him choose to take responsibility for her. Liesel lowered her eyes and said slowly, "Alright. All I want is the house at Northview Garden, and I won't quit my job after the divorce." Her mother, Heather Mallone, had left the house for her. For whatever reason, it had ended up in the Ford family's hands and become one of her wedding gifts. As for her career, she'd worked hard and built a network within Ford Corporation. She couldn't allow the divorce to wipe her efforts away. Jacob didn't object. He looked at her and said, "Okay. Anything else?" "No." Liesel shook her head. "If it bothers you, I can move out tomorrow." He seemed surprised by how accommodating she was. He cautioned her calmly, "Make sure you've thought this through, Liesel. I don't want there to be anything between us after the divorce." "Don't worry about that." She smiled. He seemed to want to say something else, but his phone rang. He answered it and hung up shortly after. Then, he said, "I have something else to do. I'll get a lawyer to talk to you about the divorce." Soon after he left, Liesel saw a trending topic on him and Natalie showing up together somewhere. In hindsight, fate was such a twisted thing. Back then, Heather could not tolerate even the slightest flaw in her marriage. After learning about Natalie's existence, she forced her husband, Jeffrey Sharp, to send Natalie to the countryside so she could grow up there. Less than two years after Heather's death, Jeffrey had remarried, turning Liesel into a joke. Natalie had also been brought back from the countryside. Fate loved playing jokes on everyone—no one would've expected Natalie to be the one who held Jacob's heart. … Liesel only woke up the following noon. Her cold was much better now. A lawyer brought her the divorce agreement, making sure to go through the allocation of assets. Jacob truly hadn't shortchanged her. Aside from the house at Northview Garden, he'd also given her some other real estate. The lawyer said, "Sign here if you don't have any objection to the clauses, Ms. Sharp." Liesel nodded and signed the agreement without hesitation. The divorce would take some more time to finalize, though. Jacob was busy, so Liesel didn't get to see him at all. She reminded the lawyer, "Please tell Mr. Ford to expedite the finalization of the divorce if he's not too busy. Dragging this out won't do any of us favors." After settling the divorce, Liesel moved out of her and Jacob's marital home. Chelsea heard about this and invited her out for coffee. "You know about Natalie, right? She studied hard in the countryside after being banished by your mother and later got into a good university. Jacob ran into her at Alden University when he went there to give a talk." Chelsea snorted. She continued, "I heard Natalie was really in awe of him; it helped that she was so hardworking and optimistic. Your father was desperate to matchmake them, you know. But here's the question—why would someone as wonderful as her not realize what a contemptible move it is to ruin someone's marriage?" Chelsea had always been defensive of people she counted as her own, and she scorned those who knowingly got involved with people who had significant others. The fact that Natalie was an illegitimate child only made Chelsea despise her more. Liesel looked unfazed, though. "It's all in the past now. Jacob and I are already divorced, so she's not really ruining the marriage." She chuckled. She had mixed feelings about the whole thing. "Besides, it's not like Jacob and I ever had feelings for each other." She lowered her gaze and suddenly remembered the first time she and Jacob had met. The year Heather had died, she'd caused one of Jeffrey's business deals to fall through. She'd been overjoyed and had dragged Chelsea out for a celebration. After the celebration, she'd refused to let go of a handsome man she'd latched onto. They'd both had too much to drink and had ended up in bed. It was only later that she'd learned he was Jacob Ford, her fiancé. Rumor had it that he'd never wanted to marry her, but he'd looked at her the following morning and said, "I'm willing to take responsibility for this, Liesel. What about you?" He'd proposed marriage. Liesel had looked at him, and a rare moment of rashness had taken over her. She'd said, "Let's do it." To tell the truth, there wasn't anything bad about Jacob. He didn't love her but had never played the field or slept around with other women. He was also calm and level-headed, considerate and gentle. She didn't even have any complaints about their adventures in bed. But things had changed after he'd run into Natalie at Alden University two months ago. Chelsea looked at Liesel while feeling bitter. The latter hadn't said anything, but Chelsea knew how she felt. Judging from Liesel's personality, there was no way she would've settled for Jacob for so long if she didn't have feelings for him. "Maybe you should go back to Shifter Corporation, Lili. Why continue suffering at Ford Corporation? I feel nauseous at the thought of those two pieces of trash being there." Liesel had always been prideful and stubborn. After Heather's death, she'd used whatever she'd inherited to set up Shifter Corporation, wanting to compete with the Sharp family's company. However, she'd left it in the hands of Heather's friend, Jonathan Shifter. The outside world only knew it as Jonathan's company. "Marriage is marriage, and work is work," Liesel said. "I'm not going to give up on my career over a failed marriage." That was what she thought—it was also what Jacob had promised her. But when she headed to work the next day, she discovered she'd been transferred from her position as his secretary to the project department manager. Chapter 2 Liesel had taken a week of sick leave. She'd only learned about the transfer when returning to work. A colleague gossiped with her, sounding pointed as they said, "I bet you still don't know this, Ms. Sharp. We have a new secretary whose last name is also Sharp. It looks like there's something special about her." Liesel didn't expect to hear that. Had Jacob actually given Natalie a job by his side? Soon, Jacob summoned Liesel to the CEO's office. When she entered and stood before him, he looked at her indifferently. "Since you want to stay at the company, continuing to hold the position of my personal secretary isn't appropriate. "The project department manager was transferred to a branch company, leaving a vacancy there. The timing is just right." Liesel knew very well that Jacob had always been clear-headed. He would never allow her to cause Natalie any discomfort or disappointment. Rather than saying the transfer was his recognition of Liesel's abilities, it would be more accurate to say he merely didn't want Natalie to misunderstand. "Okay," Liesel said. He frowned slightly and said, "Natalie hasn't seen much of the world since she's just graduated. You should give her more guidance." Liesel didn't say no. Setting everything else aside, she did need to hand over the work she had in hand—it was her responsibility as an employee. She headed downstairs, running into Natalie on her way. The latter was a rookie and a greenhorn, so some of the veterans had tricked her into buying them over a dozen cups of coffee. She hurried around with a light sheen of sweat on her forehead, looking obedient yet silly. She faltered when she saw Liesel. "Lie—" She seemed to think of something and stuck out her tongue. "Ms. Liesel." Liesel frowned at her and said, "You're here as Mr. Ford's secretary, not to run errands. Set the coffee aside and come with me." Natalie paled. Still, she did as told and followed Liesel. Everyone else in the department settled down. Liesel had no intention of picking on Natalie. After all, banishing the latter to the countryside again wouldn't bring Heather back to life. Besides, before her death, Heather had already lost interest in being mad at the Sharp family. "These are the most recently saved files. This is a list of things to pay attention to when working with Mr. Ford, and this is his latest schedule," Liesel said. "Avoid wearing too many accessories during work unless necessary for a gathering or business meeting. "As a secretary, what's more important is your ability to think on your feet and react to whatever that's happened." Natalie blinked as a light blush spread across her cheeks. "Is this one not allowed, too? Mr. Ford gave this to me, and I quite like it. Can't I wear it?" Liesel's gaze flitted past the necklace she wore. It took her aback for a split second. She'd like that particular necklace for some time. Once, Jacob had nonchalantly asked her, "Do all little ladies like accessories like that?" It turned out he was getting it for Natalie. "That's up to you." Liesel lowered her gaze to conceal the emotions in her eyes. Her tone remained calm as she continued, "It's fine as long as it doesn't affect your work." Natalie smiled sweetly without saying anything else. Liesel showed her the ropes and gave her a run-through of the overall workflow. When she was done, Natalie said, "I get the feeling that you don't really like me, Liesel. Is it because of Mr. Ford?" Liesel looked at her. She didn't avert her gaze. Instead, she just smiled and continued, "It's hard to tell who's wrong and right when it comes to matters of the heart—it was the same with my mother and our father. Whatever it is, I still want to be friends with you…" "Natalie." Liesel stopped her there. "Morals and ethics still bind all matters of the heart. You wouldn't have been banished to the countryside if not for that. Do only what you must, and stop thinking everyone around you is a fool." Jeffrey had had an affair, which led to Natalie's birth. Even if Heather was already dead, Liesel didn't think she could shamelessly forgive Natalie's mother on Heather's behalf, let alone allow Natalie to do the forgiving. What right did Natalie have to talk about right or wrong? Liesel turned and left. She returned to her office and texted Jacob. "Do you have time to get the divorce settled today, Mr. Ford? Let's get that divorce certificate." He didn't stand her up. They met at the courthouse at 2:00 pm. Liesel signed whatever papers she needed to and looked at him. "It's all ready. Your turn to sign." She hadn't had time to change her outfit before leaving the office, so she still wore a professional-looking women's suit. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders, which framed her aloof yet delicate face. She looked beautiful. Jacob watched her for a while before looking away. "You seem to be in quite a rush." "Hmm? No, I'm not," Liesel answered after a beat. "We've already signed the papers. There's no point in dragging this out." He didn't say anything else and quickly signed. After they got their divorce certificates and left the courthouse, Jacob looked at her. "All better now?" "Yep." She nodded. She was about to leave when he got in his car and rolled down the window. "I'll drop you back." Liesel hesitated. She was about to turn him down when a wave of nausea washed over her, making her retch. When she returned to her senses, she saw Jacob watching her with narrowed eyes. "Are you conceived?" Her heart sank. It had been a month since they'd last slept. He'd been rather rough that night and hadn't used any protection. But things couldn't be that coincidental, right? Could she have gotten conceived from that one time? She clenched her fists. "I can't be." He was about to say something else when his phone rang. He answered it. When he hung up, his brows were furrowed. "I have work to do." He looked at her pointedly. "We can't have children, Liesel. I hope this is just a coincidence." Liesel's heart clenched, but she didn't say anything. Throughout her and Jacob's three-year marriage, they'd always been careful with preventive measures. That time a month ago was the only time neither of them had done anything. But how could she have conceived so easily? She pushed the thought out of her mind and took a cab back to the company. When she arrived, she noticed the tension in the air. A colleague leaned close to her and whispered in trepidation, "There's been a problem with the products from Hardin Group. That new secretary signed the papers during the handover without checking the stock properly." Liesel frowned. She'd deliberately reminded Natalie to check everything before signing for them. It didn't help that Hardin Group was more cunning than others. This wasn't their first time trying to pull something like this. Shortly after, her assistant came and said, "Mr. Ford wants to see you, Ms. Sharp." Liesel pushed open the door to Jacob's office. Natalie stood inside. Her nose was red, and she was biting her lip. She looked pitiful yet adorable. Her words made Liesel frown, though. "I'm sorry, Jake. I had no idea I needed to check everything when accepting the stock. Ms. Liesel did tell me to check the items but didn't caution me that Hardin Group would be so cunning. It's all my fault…" Jacob looked at Liesel coldly. "Nat's just graduated, so she knows nothing about these things. You know very well what Hardin Group is capable of. Why didn't you give her a heads-up?" Chapter 3 Liesel's heart twinged slightly, but she said calmly, "I reminded Ms. Natalie about the stock handover. The office has surveillance cameras. You can check the footage if you don't believe me, Mr. Ford." Natalie paled. Tears welled in her eyes, and she said pitifully, "I-I probably didn't hear you because my mind wandered. That's why I made such a mistake." Liesel ignored her. "We can't let Hardin Group manipulate us for stocks worth millions. I'll handle this, but the company also has rules to uphold. Natalie will need to be reprimanded accordingly." She turned and left the office to check on the stocks. Now that they'd already been accepted, from a legal perspective, Ford Corporation had no choice but to swallow its woes and live with the situation. Still, there was hope for this. Uriah Hardin, the third son of the Hardin family, managed Hardin Group. However, his brother, Elijah Hardin, was the second son and favored by his family. He also wanted to usurp Uriah's position. If she could turn this matter into a power play, she could turn the tables on Hardin Group. At 8:00 pm, Liesel and Elijah met at a restaurant. His roguish, flippant look landed on her. "Have you invited the wrong man, Ms. Sharp? I'm not the one who calls the shots at Hardin Group, nor am I interested in you." Liesel was beautiful but too boring in his eyes. He liked his women obedient and gentle. They were cuter that way. Liesel ignored his words and placed a document before him. "These are some of the tracks Mr. Uriah has left in the industry over the years, Mr. Elijah. I won't beat around the bush—I don't believe you're uninterested in Hardin Group. Take him down, and this deal with Ford Corporation will be yours." The flippant look in Elijah's eyes faded away. He narrowed his eyes and appraised her with interest. His mother wasn't his father, Richard Hardin's first wife, and Richard favored Uriah over him. But was there anyone in the Hardin family who didn't want to have something to do with the company? After a long silence, he drawled, "What's in it for you if I take him down?" "I need you to switch out the subpar products Hardin Group has just supplied to Ford Corporation. Cooperating with you is also good for us because you don't pull dirty tricks." Liesel didn't mind pulling a few tricks when doing business, but Uriah's methods were too lowbrow. She was scornful of him. Elijah looked at her. Then, he raised his glass and said meaningfully, "I hope things will work out the way you wish, Ms. Sharp." A few tables away, Jacob's assistant, Jesse Lane, noticed Liesel. In a low voice, he told Jacob, "Ms. Sharp is here, too, Mr. Ford." Jacob followed his line of sight and frowned slightly. Elijah had a reputation for being a dandy—what was Liesel doing with him? Liesel didn't notice Jacob. She and Elijah soon ended their discussion; Jesse approached her then. He said, "Mr. Ford is waiting for you, Ms. Sharp." Elijah glanced at him before turning back to Liesel. "You should consider joining Hardin Group if you ever get sick of being at Ford Corporation, Ms. Sharp. We always know a good thing when we see it." A woman with nothing but good looks would quickly become boring, but she would be a valuable resource if she were beautiful and brainy. Liesel didn't respond to Elijah's words. Instead, she politely bid him farewell before following Jesse to Jacob's car. It was 11:00 pm, and the night breeze was rather chilly. Liesel's lips were a little pale as she got into the car. She lowered her eyes, and her wrists were briefly exposed underneath her suit jacket. It made her seem rather weak and pitiful. Jacob frowned. He'd never noticed her being this skinny. "Have you settled the problem with Hardin Group?" She nodded, looking tired. "Yeah. Elijah is harder to deal with than Uriah, but he's already agreed to switch out the subpar products. We'll just need to send someone to handle the handover." Jacob's gaze flitted past her. "Natalie is young and naive. You can't completely blame her for this." Liesel paused before saying softly, "You're Ford Corporation's CEO. It's up to you how you want to handle her." Natalie was young, huh? She'd been even younger than Natalie when joining Ford Corporation, but Jacob had never cut her any slack. "I've yet to tell Grandpa about the divorce," he said, switching the subject. Vincent Ford had been recuperating at home these past years and couldn't be aggravated. Even if Liesel and Jacob had never been the most loving couple, Vincent probably still couldn't handle the news of their divorce. Liesel looked down. "Got it. I'll tell him about this when the time is right." Jacob didn't say anything else. Liesel had had a bit to drink without eating anything. After a while, she curled up in her seat and drifted off. Her face was pale. When Jacob noticed something was wrong with her, he frowned. He was about to instruct Jesse to take them to the hospital when she woke up. "Where are we?" she asked, her voice hoarse. He said, "I'm taking you to the hospital." Liesel's heart skipped a beat as she thought of something. However, she kept her tone nonchalant and said, "There's no need for that. My stomach just feels a little upset. I'll be fine after resting at home." Jacob looked at her. His gaze was deep and sharp. It was as if he could read her thoughts. After a while, he said, "Fine." She relaxed. Back home, she called Chelsea and said a little grimly, "Buy me a test." … The following day, Liesel was supposed to attend a welcome-back party for Alex Stone, one of her and Jacob's mutual friends. Alex had called her before his return to invite her to the party. Perhaps it was because he'd heard about the divorce and wanted to help them reconcile. The party was already in full swing when Liesel arrived. She heard Alex's voice through the door. "Have you and Liesel really divorced? Was it because of Natalie?" Liesel faltered, her hand on the doorknob. After a pause, Jacob said, "It has nothing to do with Natalie. Liesel and I aren't a good match." "Tsk. How are you two not a good match?" Alex asked. "I think Liesel is fantastic. She's pretty, intelligent, and has won many people's recognition at Ford Corporation. Why are you so obsessed with Natalie? Don't forget that Liesel saved you in the past. Sometimes, some things are just too little, too late." He'd met Natalie before and could tell she was nothing but a young woman with a few tricks up her sleeve. She couldn't compare to Liesel. Liesel had managed to save Jacob from the hands of his abductors. How could someone like Natalie compare to her bravery and determination? Jacob would have much to regret if he and Liesel really were to divorce. This time, Jacob remained silent for a longer time. Then he said, "You can't force matters of the heart." Liesel lowered her eyes and slowly clenched her fists. Alex stopped trying to change Jacob's mind. Instead, he said, "You'd better think this through. You may not like her, but plenty of others do." Liesel didn't linger. She texted Alex on WhatsApp and told him she wasn't attending the party because she had to attend to something else. Then, she asked Chelsea out. Chelsea gave her the test and asked hesitantly, "You're not really conceived, are you, Lili?" Chapter 4 Liesel held the test tightly. "I'm not sure yet." Her period had yet to come this month, and the retching from before… She suspected something was up. "What are you going to do if you are?" Chelsea looked at her hesitantly. "Will Jacob accept it?" Liesel dropped her gaze. Jacob would never want a child she'd brought into the world. Besides, they were already divorced—it was bad for them both if she were to keep the child… even if it was one she'd longed for in the past. After a long silence, she said, "No, he won't. There's no point in keeping lingering attachments or forcing someone to do something against their will. If I'm conceived, I'll lose the baby." She'd waited for a baby that hadn't come over the past three years. Now, it was long past the time for that. Liesel was in a bad mood, so she didn't do the test on the spot. Instead, she and Chelsea had some drinks. Well, she only had a sip or two of a drink with the lowest possible wine content. She only remembered the test when she arrived at the company the following day. She headed to the bathroom and did the test. Then, she was dumbstruck when she saw the two lines on it. She was conceived… with Jacob's child. Her face turned pale. Just then, someone entered the bathroom. In her panic, she threw the test into the trashcan and clenched her fists. Was she really going to lose her and Jacob's child? A pang of pain swept past her heart. Liesel was in a meeting but she was distracted. When it was over, a colleague leaned close to her, looking excited to share gossip. "Did you hear, Ms. Sharp? Someone from our department is conceived." The competition within Ford Corporation had always been intense, and carrying a baby was something that would easily affect one's career and ascension up the ladder. The colleague couldn't help saying gleefully, "I wonder who it is. They're being hush-hush about this, aren't they?" Liesel's heart skipped a beat. She looked up and happened to meet Jacob's cool, calm gaze. He said, "Come to my office, Ms. Sharp." She clenched her fists. When she entered Jacob's office, he said, "I'll have Jesse take you for an examination in a couple of days." Her heart stuttered, and she blurted out, "It's not me." "This is just to be safe. I'm sure you don't want any trouble to arise from this." Liesel couldn't stop him. She could only suppress her panic and say, "Okay." Natalie came her way when she left the office. The former bit her lip and said uneasily, "What happened last time was a misunderstanding, Ms. Liesel. You won't get mad at me for that, will you? I had no idea Hardin Group would pull such a dirty trick and try to stuff subpar products on us!" "That's none of my business," Liesel said indifferently. "The company has its system for rewards and punishments. You'll have to bear the consequences of your mistakes. It's as simple as that." She had nothing much to say to Natalie. Setting aside their relationship, she'd always drawn a clear line between her professional and private lives. There was no need to drag personal grudges into work. Natalie sighed in relief. "It's Dad's birthday next week, Liesel. He hasn't seen you for so long. How about you come home so we can celebrate as a family?" Jeffrey's birthday was a week after Heather's death anniversary. Liesel looked at Natalie and said, "I'm not in the mood to scheme and play mind games with you, Natalie. "If you're not a complete idiot, you'll understand what I mean when I say your father's birthday isn't a good day for me and my mother." Natalie faltered. Then, her face turned red, and she said, "I know it's only a week after Heather's death anniversary, but you can't revive the dead. We still have to celebrate Dad's birthday since he's alive, right? "I've never blamed Heather for banishing me to the countryside, so why do you have to keep holding a grudge against Dad?" "You know very well why my mother sent you to the countryside," Liesel said icily. "If I were to forgive the person who'd caused her death and even celebrate his birthday, it wouldn't prove that I'm generous enough to bury the hatchet. It would just show that I'm heartless." Natalie blanched. Her eyes turned red as tears welled in them. "I didn't mean anything else by this, Liesel. I just—" "I don't care what you meant," Liesel interrupted. "When at work, we're nothing more than colleagues. You should focus on your work, Ms. Natalie." She turned and left, not wanting to play mind games with Natalie. She took the afternoon off to head to the hospital. It didn't even occur to her what Natalie thought of her words. Unfortunately, it seemed Natalie was more cowardly than she'd expected. The former had been so absent-minded while walking that she'd twisted her ankle. Jacob brought her to the hospital. "Congratulations. You're six weeks conceived." Liesel happened to run into Jacob, who was holding Natalie up, when she was leaving the hospital with her report. The doctor's words reverberated in her mind. "Your body cannot handle the surgery, Ms. Sharp. If you proceed with it, you might not be able to conceive in the future. I'd advise you to think this through." Liesel felt bitter. She was conceived with Jacob's child, which was something to be happy and expectant about. But would he allow her to keep it? Jacob noticed the look on her face while Natalie hesitantly called out to her. "Lie—Ms. Liesel." Jacob's gaze flitted past her. "What are you doing here?" She hid her report behind her and said softly, "I came for a follow-up check because my cold isn't completely gone yet." He narrowed his eyes at her. Natalie seemed to notice something and tugged his sleeve. She looked a little glum. "You should have something to discuss with Ms. Sharp, Mr. Ford. I'll head back first." Jacob frowned but didn't make her stay. "I'll have someone take you back." She nodded obediently. Liesel sighed in relief and stuffed the report into her bag. When she and Jacob were in his car, he glanced at her. "Are you that nervous to be around me? The more you act like this, the more I'll think you're conceived." She subconsciously wanted to deny it but forced herself to smile. She asked, "What will you do if I really am conceived, then?" "Make you lose it," he said without hesitation as he looked her in the eye. She knew it. A pang of pain swept past her heart, and she shook her head as she said bitterly, "It's just a cold." Jacob scrutinized her for a while before saying, "I heard you and Nat got into a small fight today, leading to her twisting her ankle while heading downstairs. "She's young and naive but is kind. She also doesn't get into arguments with others that easily. You should be nicer to her and be more accommodating if anything happens in the future." Liesel's bitterness bubbled up in her. No one in this world could avoid being more favorable to certain people. She said, "She's not a child, Mr. Ford. There's nothing for me to accommodate." Chapter 5 Liesel looked at Jacob. Her tone was calm as she said, "I don't owe Natalie anything, nor do I owe you. Work-wise, I'm only her senior. Regarding my personal life, my mother didn't owe her anything. "Natalie came knocking on our door when her mother chose to marry another. No woman can accept her husband's illegitimate daughter. She might have had Natalie sent to the countryside, but Natalie was also given more than enough money to survive there. "I don't owe her, whether professionally or personally. Why should I be more accommodating and tolerant of her? Why should I back down when facing off against her?" When she finished her speech, silence descended upon the car. Jacob looked at her. She wore a simple dress that clung to her curves, and her delicate features were arranged into her usual mask of aloofness. There was something cold and tenacious about her. She was so brilliant that one could almost neglect her beauty. His gaze flitted over her eyes. After a moment of silence, he said gently, "I'm sorry. I didn't handle this matter appropriately." Liesel didn't say anything. He looked her in the eye and said, "I shouldn't have made you suppress yourself and back down for Natalie's sake. You're a wonderful woman, Liesel. Even though we're divorced now, I still hope you'll live your own life." She clenched her fists and tried to keep her tears at bay. She couldn't deny that she really, really liked Jacob. However, certain things just couldn't be forced. … Liesel headed home. She had someone ask around about the doctor Jacob was going to arrange to examine her. Meanwhile, Chelsea was worried. "Can't you just tell him the truth? He might not be that cruel. You two were together for three years, after all." "I'd rather not." Liesel caressed her belly. She was silent for a while before saying, "Since I can't lose the child, there's no need to let Jacob know about this. We're already divorced, and this child is part of my life now. I'll need your help dealing with the doctor." Whatever it was, she couldn't let Jacob find out about the baby. Chelsea didn't object. She seemed to think of something and said, "Natalie used to intern at Shifter Corporation. Do you think it's just a coincidence, or does she know something?" This came as a surprise to Liesel. Natalie had interned at Shifter Corporation? Did she know it belonged to Liesel, or… It piqued Liesel's suspicions, but she didn't dwell on the matter. "It's probably just a coincidence. She graduated from Alden University, and Shifter Corporation does campus recruitments there, too." Chelsea had only brought it up since it had occurred to her. She smiled and said, "Mr. Shifter and Neal should be back soon, right? I'm sure you'll feel more secure with them around." Neal Shifter was Jonathan's son, and the Shifter family had been managing Shifter Corporation on Liesel's behalf all these years. Since Heather's passing, the Shifters had become like family to Liesel. She smiled, and a rare hint of relief flashed in her eyes. … The following day, news of Uriah's downfall broke out. Elijah looked like a dandy but had surprisingly ruthless methods. He'd gotten someone to leak information on the dirty tricks Uriah had pulled to the paparazzi. Coincidentally, Uriah had recently murdered someone while driving under the influence and had gotten a scapegoat to take the fall. Thanks to everything being lumped together, he was soon arrested. Elijah had proper quality stocks delivered to Ford Corporation in exchange for the subpar stocks. When Liesel went to handle the handover, he watched her with interest. "Don't you trust me, Ms. Sharp?" He raised an eyebrow and eyed the light sheen of sweat at her temples. His gaze turned pointed. She smiled and blinked at him. "I wouldn't put it that way. Better safe than sorry, right?" Her smile and rare moment of slyness made her glow. Her eyes were so bright. Elijah smirked at the sight. It looked like the rumors about her couldn't be trusted at all. She was much more interesting than those naive young women. Jacob and Natalie happened to see this. Natalie approached with a smile and said, "You and Ms. Liesel seem to get along very well, Mr. Hardin. It looks like this matter was a blessing in disguise." Her tone was light-hearted and lively, which carried a hint of a young woman's naivety and cheer. Her words made one's imagination wander, though. It was as if Liesel and Elijah were more involved than they seemed. Jacob's expression darkened when he took in the smile on Liesel's face. Then, he said coolly, "Sorry to have troubled you over this, Mr. Hardin." "Oh, it was no trouble at all." Elijah smiled meaningfully. "Nothing is considered troublesome when I have someone as gorgeous as Ms. Liesel attending to me." "Ms. Liesel has always drawn a clear line between work and pleasure. You might have gotten the wrong idea, Mr. Hardin." Jacob's gaze flitted over Liesel. Elijah's smile widened. "Drawing a clear line between work and pleasure isn't the same as being heartless. One has to be thick-skinned when pursuing a woman, right? Or are you interfering in your employee's personal life, Mr. Ford?" Jacob faltered. Then, he said, "I'll leave you to it, Mr. Hardin." He turned and left with Natalie in tow. Liesel watched them. Her gaze was aloof. However, Elijah saw the glumness deep inside. He said, "Your precious Mr. Ford isn't all that great. Why don't you consider other fish in the sea?" There was a hint of amorosity to his words. Liesel returned to her senses and chuckled. "I remember you saying that I'm not your type, Mr. Hardin. Have you changed your mind?" Elijah looked at her. If he had to be honest, she was too stubborn and inflexible for his tastes. She was indeed not his type. Yet she was pretty and intelligent enough to mask her inflexibility. "Not really." He leaned closer. "But I'll make an exception for you. You should really consider my proposal." Liesel didn't take his words to heart. She was just glad she'd managed to resolve the stock problem and prevent Ford Corporation from suffering any losses. Jacob punished Natalie by docking three months of her pay and bonuses. Then, he paid Liesel double her salary. The colleagues in Liesel's department were pleased when she returned. "I'll admit it—I can't stand those who got in here because of their connections. Anyone else would've been fired ages ago." "I know, right? She's supposed to have graduated from Alden University, yet she made such a huge mistake immediately after taking over as Mr. Ford's secretary. Even if we were to talk about looks alone, it's not like she can compare with Ms. Sharp! I wonder what Mr. Ford sees in her…" Ford Corporation was one of the biggest in the industry, so it was harder for rookies to find their footing there compared to other companies. Their situation would only be worse if they didn't have the skills to back themselves up. It wasn't appropriate for Liesel to comment on the subject, but she knew it wasn't right to pick on Natalie like that. "Stop." She could feel a headache coming on as she stopped the gossip. "She's just a young woman who's new to this. You guys should focus on your work. I'll treat everyone to a nice meal in a couple of days, okay?" Only then did the crowd zip their lips and get back to work. Liesel needed to hand a contract to Jacob now that she was done with the matter with Hardin Corporation. She headed to his office and was about to knock when she heard Natalie's voice. Inside the room, Natalie bit her lip. Her eyes were red as she said, "I'm too useless, aren't I, Jake? Everyone says I can't compare to Ms. Liesel." Jacob frowned, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He wiped her tears and said, "What's the point of comparing yourself to her? You two aren't the same." 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