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2,625,370	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982		En medio de la ruina económica de su familia, ella renunció a su preciado violín y se convirtió en la dócil mascota de su esposo, solo para encontrarse con el desprecio de este. Afortunadamente, ella por fin despertó, se divorció con valentía y reinició su carrera musical, alcanzando un gran éxito y provocando el remordimiento de su ex. ===== Joelle Miller examinó minuciosamente el feed de Twitter de Rebecca Lloyd, estudiando con mucha atención cada video, ansiosa por ver el rostro del novio de Rebecca. Rebecca, la protagonista de los videos, irradiaba ternura y delicadeza con su sencillo vestido blanco. Si bien no era tan bella, tenía una genuina sencillez y una sonrisa encantadora. Había descubierto que, en los días importantes, Nochebuena, San Valentín e incluso el cumpleaños de Joelle, Rebecca estaba con Adrian Miller, su supuesto esposo, quien se había ausentado de todos esos días durante los últimos tres años. Esas alegres narraciones sobre su vida con su novio fueron más que suficientes para hundirla en la tristeza. "¿Lo ven? Él siempre guarda para mí la parte más jugosa de una sandía". "Incluso cuando llega tarde a casa, siempre me trae algo". "¡Y miren esta sorpresa! Recogió de la iglesia un amuleto de bendición para mí". ...... El nombre de usuario era "Cuenta Regresiva Hacia la Muerte", la única cuenta a la que Joelle seguía. Justo cuando reflexionaba sobre el siniestro nombre, la puerta del baño se abrió. En la habitación poco iluminada apareció Adrian. Gotas de agua caían de su cabello. A pesar de la tenue iluminación, sus atractivos rasgos permanecían intactos. Joelle cerró instintivamente su celular y le dio una mirada reflexiva. Hacía mucho tiempo desde la última vez que lo vio. Esa noche él no estaba ahí por decisión propia. Su abuela, Irene Miller, estaba enferma y, como quería un bisnieto con desesperación, lo obligó a regresar. De lo contrario, tal vez nunca hubiera venido. Durante sus tres años de matrimonio, Adrian pasaba la mayor parte del tiempo en Villas Oak, por lo que rara vez estaba en casa. Todos sabían que en realidad no amaba a Joelle. Estaba atrapada en un matrimonio por conveniencia. "Solo te voy a dar una oportunidad. El destino dirá si quedas earazada o no", declaró Adrian con una voz resonante. ¿Qué quería decir? Antes de que Joelle pudiera seguir pensando, Adrian la agarró del tobillo y la atrajo hacia él. Joelle palideció ante su crueldad, su cuerpo se tensó de miedo. "¡Adrian! Basta, no quiero...". Empezó a luchar frenéticamente. Era una completa humillación verse obligada a vivir en esa situación con el hombre que amaba. Adrian hizo una mueca de desprecio. "Te atreviste a diseño una vez, así que debiste haberlo visto venir. Solo aguántalo". Ante esas duras palabras, los ojos de Joelle se llenaron de lágrimas y sus pestañas bailaron como mariposas heridas. Mirando su rostro severo, dijo con voz temblorosa: "Las cosas no fueron lo que imaginabas..." Pero sus protestas fueron interrumpidas. Su resistencia se desvaneció a medida que la desesperación se apoderaba de ella. "Has aprendido que hacerte la difícil es mucho más interesante que quedarse tirada como un pez muerto", comentó con rencor. Después de ducharse, se marchó sin mirar atrás, como si no quisiera quedarse más tiempo ahí. Joelle no entendía qué papel tenía en su vida. ¿Solo era un juguete para su placer? ¿O una herramienta para cumplir las expectativas de su familia de tener un heredero? La ventana estaba completamente abierta, por lo que entraba un gélido y cortante viento. A Joelle se le erizaron los pelos de la nuca y se arropó más con su manta. No solo temblaba de frío, sino que sentía su corazón desgarrado, ahora no conocía en absoluto al hombre que había adorado durante casi ocho años. Tres años atrás, en un lujoso banquete organizado por la familia Miller, Joelle bebió demasiado. Cuando se despertó, en la con Adrian. Antes de que pudiera asimilar lo que estaba pasando, su hermano y varios miembros de su familia irrumpieron. Ya no podía revertir lo sucedido. La abuela de Adrian tomó las riendas y organizó su matrimonio. Desde entonces, él estaba convencido de que Joelle lo había hecho a propósito. A ella le desconcertaba su profunda animosidad, por más que creyera que lo había dgado. Después de todo, habían crecido juntos. Pero ahora lo entendía todo. Para él, ella no era más que la nefasta mujer que había saboteado su relación con Rebecca. A menudo pensaba en lo perfecto que él se veía en los videos de Rebecca, siempre tan gentil y atento. Probablemente nunca le mostraría esa misma ternura. No pudo contener más las lágrimas y sucumbió a un ataque de sollozos. Esa noche no pudo dormir bien. Tuvo sueños sobre el pasado, cuando ella y Adrian no estaban en malos términos. Debido a su angustia, Joelle se levantó inusualmente temprano. Después de lavarse, se puso ropa de casa y bajó las escaleras. Leah Jenkins, la empleada doméstica con muchos años de servicio, la vio bajar y rápidamente puso la mesa con el desayuno, ya que conocía sus preferencias dietéticas. Joelle se tomó su tiempo para comer lentamente. "Señora Miller, ¿por qué anoche no convenció a su esposo para que se quedara? No viene a casa a menudo", comentó Leah con simpatía. Había sido sirvienta de la familia Miller durante muchos años, por lo que había visto cómo los dos se convertían de amigos de la infancia a enemigos. Joelle se mostró incómoda, pero lo ocultó con una sonrisa serena. "Lo intenté, pero no quiso quedarse". Incluso si pudiera mantener a Adrian cerca, él tenía el corazón en otra parte. Más concretamente, en Villas Oak, el hogar de la mujer que realmente amaba. Leah dudó y agregó con cautela: "Tal vez sea porque el señor Miller está muy ocupado con la empresa. Dirigir una compañía tan grande requiere mucho tiempo". Tres años atrás, le habían reasignado para cuidar de Joelle, así que entendía los entresijos de ese matrimonio mejor que nadie. Su perspicacia trajo consigo una sincera simpatía hacia ella. Las pestañas de Joelle temblaron mientras mordisqueaba su tostada. Sus ojos se llenaron de lágrimas debido a la tensión emocional. Sí, Adrian estaba muy ocupado, pero siempre tenía tiempo para Rebecca. Frecuentaba la Iglesia Redención en busca de un amuleto de bendición para ella. A pesar de su apretada agenda, siempre pasaba las vacaciones con ella. De repente, su celular rompió el silencio. Cuando Leah salió del comedor, Joelle agarró el dispositivo y vio que era una llamada de su mejor amiga, Katherine Nash. "Katherine, quiero el divorcio", confesó con voz ronca. Capítulo 2 En declive Joelle había tomado una decisión: quería el divorcio. No tenía sentido seguir alargándolo. Tras un silencio atónito, Katherine soltó una estridente carcajada. "¿Te quedarás con la mitad de los bienes de Adrian? ¡Oh, por Dios! ¡Joelle, te convertirás en una multimillonaria!". "No, no será así". Joelle había firmado un acuerdo cuando se casó con Adrian. Si se divorciaban, ella no recibiría nada. "Entonces, ¿por qué te estás divorciando? ¡Tienes que seguir siendo su esposa!". Joelle recordó la brutalidad de Adrian la noche anterior, así como la humillación posterior. Había sido muy ingenua al creer que su amor por él la ayudaría a soportar cualquier dificultad. Pero ahora sabía que había sido una completa tonta. ¿El sufrimiento hacía que Adrian la amara más? Claro que no. Para empezar, un hombre que realmente la amara nunca le haría sufrir. Joelle se rio de sí misma y cambió de tema: "Por cierto, ¿recuerdas el favor que te pedí?". "Sí, justo te iba a contar eso. Me pediste que estuviera atenta a un trabajo, y tengo algo para ti. Vas a enseñar a un estudiante a tocar el violín, aunque debo decir que será un desperdicio de tu talento". "Está bien", respondió Joelle con una leve sonrisa. "No será un desperdicio en absoluto. Llevo tres años siendo ama de casa. Es suficiente con que alguien quiera contratarme". "¿Cómo que no será un desperdicio? Casi formaste parte de una orquesta internacional. Si no fuera por el matrimonio…". Katherine se quedó en silencio, demasiado indignada por su amiga. Después de su boda, a Joelle ni siquiera le permitieron trabajar. Las familias adineradas se aferraban a esas reglas obsoletas. Era bastante ridículo. Hacía tres años, la carrera de Joelle como violinista despegaba. Pero las estrictas tradiciones de la familia Miller le prohibían tocar en público. El primer día de su matrimonio, la madre de Adrian le dijo: "No tienes que trabajar. Adrian te proveerá en todo lo que necesites. Tu único trabajo es tener bebés y cuidar a tu esposo". Una vez que terminó su llamada con Katherine, Joelle subió las escaleras y fue al estudio para agarrar su violín abandonado. Había sido un regalo especial de su padre en su decimoctavo cumpleaños. No obstante, poco después de recibirlo, este sufrió un derrame cerebral y cayó en coma. Su hermano mayor terminó asumiendo la responsabilidad de sustentar a la familia, así que la dejó perseguir su sueño de tocar el violín. Mientras recordaba el pasado, Joelle movió el arco sobre las cuerdas. Años atrás, un accidente le había lesionado la muñeca y desde entonces no había vuelto a tocar. A pesar del dolor agudo que sentía en esa zona mientras tocaba, no se detuvo y confió en su memoria muscular para tocar una pieza corta. Al final, soltó una risa amarga. Sonaba horrible. De repente, escuchó la alegre voz de Leah en la puerta. "¡Señor, ha regresado!". Estaba secretamente aliviada de ver a Adrian, ya que eso tal vez significaba que todavía se preocupaba por Joelle. Quizás si ella le decía algo amable, su relación podría mejorar. Por su parte, Joelle estaba sorprendida. Adrian rara vez venía a casa durante el día. Apenas había dejado el violín cuando se abrió la puerta. Ahí estaba la alta e imponente figura de su esposo. Sus ojos la recorrieron con el ceño fruncido. Recordaba que Joelle había aprendido a tocar el violín cuando era niña y que un reconocido profesor la había elogiado por su talento. Sin embargo, por alguna razón, había dejado de tocar. Hacía un momento, la había escuchado desde afuera y le pareció una interpretación mediocre. ¿Cómo era posible que la elogiara por su talento? Joelle lo miró y bajó la cabeza para volver a guardar el violín en su estuche. "¿Qué te trae por aquí?", murmuró. "¿Necesitas algo?". "Vine a recoger algo y recordarte que mañana tenemos que visitar a la abuela", respondió él fríamente. Era una regla familia visitar a su abuela al menos una vez al mes, y mañana era el día. De no ser por esa obligación, Adrian no habría regresado. Irene se enfadaría si no iban juntos. Joelle sonrió con amargura. Recordaba las normas de los Miller mejor que Adrian y siempre las cumplía. Ni siquiera Irene, tan estricta como siempre, podía encontrarle defectos. "No lo he olvidado, me alegra que tú tampoco lo hayas hecho", respondió. Su tono acusatorio hizo que Adrian pusiera una mueca. Una ira latente empezó a hervir dentro de él. Sin decir nada más, se dirigió al vestidor para buscar algo. Aunque él no solía estar en casa, Joelle aseaba meticulosamente su guardarropa, por lo que tenía la ropa lavada, planchada y ordenada. Era como si su papel se redujera a realizar las tareas del hogar, algo que Leah también podía hacer. Su única ventaja, tal vez, era ser más joven y más guapa que Leah. Sus ojos siguieron los movimientos de Adrian. Tenía el dedo anular desnudo, sin el anillo de bodas. Una punzada de dolor le atravesó el corazón. "Adrian, hay que divorciarnos", declaró con una voz tan suave como la brisa. Había agotado todas sus fuerzas al pronunciar esas palabras, pero se sintió extrañamente aliviada. Adrian se dio la vuelta y la miró con una sonrisa burlona. "Tienes que pensar muy bien antes de hablar. La familia Watson está en declive. Sin mi apoyo, ¿vas a dormir en la calle con tu hermano?". Desde la caída de la familia Watson, Joelle pasó de ser amada a quedar en ridículo. La familia Miller la despreciaba y la miraba por encima del hombro, como si ella y su hermano fueran sanguijuelas de las que no podían librarse. Incluso sus momentos íntimos con Adrian la hacían sentir degradada. Joelle se mordió el labio y se enderezó. "Ya he alquilado un apartamento. Incluso si terminara durmiendo en la calle, es asunto mío". Solo quería que su esposo la respetara, pero tres años de cautiverio la habían dejado sin orgullo ni dignidad. "¿Y de dónde sacaste el dinero para alquilar un apartamento? Si tanto querías ser independiente, no deberías haber gastado ni un solo centavo de mi familia". De espaldas a ella, Adrian encontró entre unos muebles el anillo de bodas perdido y lo sostuvo en la palma de su mano. Joelle no se dio cuenta. Las palabras de ese hombre la dejaron sin aliento. Sí, había utilizado sus escasos ahorros para alquilar el apartamento. Pero como estaba casada con Adrian, ¿lo que era suyo no era también de él? Además, el apoyo financiero que Adrian les había dado a los Watson durante todos esos años ascendía a una suma significativa. Joelle siempre había despreciado la idea de deberle algo, pero su deuda con él era infinita. Si se divorciaban, tal vez dejaría de darle apoyo financiero a la familia Watson. ¿Estaba sugiriendo que ella debía salir del matrimonio con las manos vacías? Cuando Adrian se dio la vuelta para irse, Joelle dijo con una dignidad apenas intacta: "Tengo derecho legítimo a este matrimonio y a reclamar lo que supuestamente es mío. Pero no te preocupes, no pediré mucho, solo lo suficiente para ayudar al Grupo Watson a superar esta crisis". Adrian se quedó paralizado y su mirada se agudizó. Sus labios formaron una fina línea mientras apretaba la mandíbula. Eran claras señales de su creciente furia. Aunque Joelle ya se había preparado mentalmente, no podía soportar su intensidad. Cada segundo bajo su mirada severa la ponía más ansiosa. De repente, sonó el celular de Adrian, quien lo sacó de su bolsillo y estuvo a punto de alejarse. "¡Adrian!". Capítulo 3 Siempre mantendré la cabeza en alto La frustración de Adrian crepitaba como estática. "Si tu hermano necesita dinero, dile que vaya al Grupo Miller". "¡No se trata de eso!", replicó Joelle. La había malinterpretado por completo. Con el corazón latiendo con urgencia, corrió tras él. "¡Adrian, quiero el divorcio!". Adrian dejó de subir las escaleras y giró la cabeza. El celular en su mano había dejado de sonar. Con un metro noventa de altura, se alzaba sobre ella. "Joelle, ¿no se te ocurre un mejor juego que este interminable tira y afloja?", preguntó burlonamente con una mirada gélida. "Si de verdad quieres divorciarte, ¿por qué no se lo dices tú misma a la abuela? ¡No quiero volver a escucharte pronunciar esa palabra!". La puerta se cerró de golpe detrás de él, haciendo eco a su irrevocable decisión. Joelle se apoyó contra la pared y sus piernas cedieron hasta que se deslizó al suelo. Una risa amarga emergió de sus labios. Irene había organizado su matrimonio. Adrian se había visto obligado a aceptar, y Joelle lo sabía muy bien. Si de verdad quería el divorcio, lo más efectivo sería hablar con Irene. Sin embargo, una pequeña y estúpida parte de ella se había aferrado a la esperanza de que ella y Adrian eran una verdadera pareja. Por eso se lo había mencionado primero a él, porque lo veía como su esposo. Sin embargo, olvidó un detalle crucial: Adrian nunca había querido casarse con ella. Su reticencia había sido evidente desde el principio, aunque ella había intentado pasarla por alto. Sus últimas palabras no solo fueron despectivas, sino una orden. Si de verdad quería el divorcio, debería enfrentarse a Irene. Joelle se dio una ducha, se puso ropa limpia y se preparó para visitar a la anciana. Irene era estricta, autoritaria y temida por toda la familia. Gobernaba con puño de hierro y no toleraba la desobediencia. Pero Joelle tenía un vínculo muy especial con ella. En parte, había aceptado casarse con Adrian para cumplir las expectativas de Irene. Quería cuidar de Adrian, construir un hogar y asegurarse de que la anciana falleciera sin remordimientos. Pero ahora ya no aguantaba más. Ver a Adrian tan preocupado por otra mujer le llenaba de una amargura que parecía consumirla. Era consciente de que él no la amaba. ¡Nunca lo hizo y nunca lo haría! Estaba a punto de irse cuando sonó su celular. Era su hermano, Shawn Watson. "¿Shawn? ¿Qué ocurre?". "¡Señora Miller!". Era el asistente de Shawn. Su voz sonaba muy asustada, algo que Joelle nunca había escuchado. Se le heló la s*gre y agarró el celular con más fuerza mientras permanecía en la escalera. "¿Dónde está mi hermano? ¿Qué le pasó?". "Anoche el señor Watson asistió a una reunión de negocios, donde lo presionaron para que biera. Supuestamente volvería a casa, pero Erick Lloyd insistió en llevarlo a unas aguas termales". Joelle se quedó congelada y la furia recorrió sus venas. "¿Erick no sabía que eso podría matarlo?". "¡Erick es un svergüenza! Se jacta de su poder desde que su padre y su hermano se volvieron chóferes de la familia Miller. ¡Señora Miller, tiene que venir rápido! El señor Watson está siendo operado y los médicos han emitido dos avisos de condición crítica. ¡No pude aguantar más, así que la llamé!". El asistente parecía estar al borde de las lágrimas. Joelle sabía que él no se habría puesto en contacto con ella a menos que la situación fuera bastante desesperada. Shawn siempre la había protegido de las malas noticias, sin importar lo sombrías que fueran las circunstancias. Si su asistente estaba tan conmocionado, la vida de su hermano debía estar en peligro. Joelle sintió como si el mundo se cerrara a su alrededor y un nudo se formó en su garganta. Al bajar del último escalón, tropezó y se cayó con fuerza, torciéndose bruscamente el tobillo. El dolor abrasador la devolvió a la realidad y las lágrimas brotaron de sus ojos. "¡Oh, no, señora Miller, tenga más cuidado cuando camina!". Leah corrió a ayudarla a levantarse. Joelle agarró el brazo de Leah con la visión borrosa a causa de las lágrimas. Intentó hablar, pero las palabras le salían entrecortadas porque estaba sollozando. "Mi hermano... ¡Tengo que ir al hospital para verlo!". Leah sintió su urgencia y respondió sin dudar: "De acuerdo, no se preocupe. ¡Le pediré al conductor que la lleve de inmediato!". Leah era una criada experimentada y confiable que llevaba años al servicio de la familia Miller. Cinco minutos después, el auto ya estaba aparcado delante de la villa. Joelle estaba a punto de subir cuando se volvió hacia Leah. "Por favor, no se lo cuentes a Irene. No quiero preocuparla". El corazón de la criada se ablandó. Incluso con el rostro pálido y surcado de lágrimas, Joelle se preocupaba por la salud de Irene. ¡Qué muchacha tan rara y extraordinaria! "No se preocupe, señora Miller. Yo sé qué hacer. Vaya a ver a su hermano". Cuando Joelle llegó al hospital, Shawn acababa de salir del quirófano. Al ver a su jefe conectado a tubos y cables, el asistente casi se desplomó. Joelle se acercó y lo encontró arrodillado contra la pared, con los ojos hundidos e inyectados en sgre. Tuvo que contener el impulso de regañarlo por no haber protegido mejor a su hermano. Más tarde habría tiempo para eso. Cuando la condición de Shawn fue más estable, Joelle llevó al asistente a un lado. "Cuéntamelo todo. ¿Cómo ocurrió esto?". El asistente vaciló, con el rostro desencajado. "Señora Miller, el señor Watson nos ordenó específicamente que no la involucremos en los asuntos comerciales". "Pero esto es una cuestión de vida o muerte. ¿Piensas que todavía es una opción no decirme nada?". Ya sin paciencia, Joelle se dio la vuelta para alejarse. "Señora Miller, eso no sirve de nada", respondió el asistente desesperadamente. "Usted sabe que desde la muerte de su padre, el Grupo Watson ha dependido por completo de su hermano. Ha estado luchando para defender la dignidad de la familia, porque quiere que su vida con los Miller sea más llevadera". Durante esos años, Shawn había luchado valientemente para mantener a la familia a flote. No obstante, sin el apoyo financiero de Adrian, sus esfuerzos se habrían desvanecido hacía mucho tiempo. Su deseo más profundo era que su hermana viviera cómodamente, pero a pesar de sus incansables esfuerzos, nunca pudo hacerle ganar el respeto que merecía por parte de su esposo. No importaba lo mucho que se sacrificara, ella seguiría siendo infravalorada en la familia Miller. Joelle estaba hirviendo de rabia, pero sabía que no podía cambiar su realidad. Entonces, inspiró profundamente y preguntó: "¿No mencionaron mi relación con Adrian?" Esperaba que alinearse con los Miller pudiera ayudar a Shawn a mantenerse firme en sus actividades sociales. "El señor Watson se niega a tocar ese tema, pues teme que eso le haga las cosas más difíciles a usted". Joelle soltó una risa amarga. Jamás había estado en igualdad de condiciones con Adrian. No le extrañaba que la despreciara, ya que apenas podía soportarse a sí misma. Solo hacía una hora que le había pedido el divorcio. Y ahora se aferraba al nombre de su esposo, desesperada por facilitarle la vida a su hermano. "Dile a Shawn que soy la esposa de Adrian Miller, Irene me eligió personalmente. ¡Mientras sea la señora Miller, mantendré la cabeza en alto dentro de la familia!". De repente, escucharon unos pasos detrás de ella. Joelle se dio la vuelta y vio a Adrian, que tenía una sonrisa fría en su rostro. A su lado, se encontraba una muchacha de aspecto frágil, con grandes ojos inocentes, aferrada a él. Adrian la miraba desdeñosamente, como si incluso le costara reconocer su presencia. Ya se había dado cuenta de que ella realmente no quería el divorcio. La mujer que había parecido tan decidida a irse, ahora estaba haciendo alarde de su título como la señora Miller. Su amenaza de divorcio no había sido más que una estrategia, como una pelea de amantes que terminaba en amenazas vacías. Era tan astuta que lo había d*gado para obligarlo a casarse. Con tácticas tan engañosas, ¿cómo podría irse tan fácilmente? Su matrimonio eran un salvavidas para las dificultades de su familia. Adrian le daba cien millones cada año al Grupo Watson. Joelle sería una tonta si se arriesgaba a perderlo divorciándose de él. Capítulo 4 Por fin se dio cuenta Hacía mucho que Joelle se había vuelto insensible ante la indiferencia de Adrian. Observó sin decir nada los brazos entrelazados de la pareja y recordó los dulces momentos capturados en los videos de Rebecca, que provocaban la envidia de mucha gente. ¡Qué pareja tan perfecta! Ese pensamiento la golpeó. "¡Joelle, por favor, no nos malinterpretes!", dijo Rebecca con urgencia mientras retiraba su mano del brazo de Adrian. "No me siento bien y no puedo caminar, así que Adie simplemente tuvo la amabilidad de sostenerme". Joelle esbozó una leve sonrisa. "¿Qué te trae al hospital?", preguntó mirando a Adrian, como si no hubiera escuchado la explicación de Rebecca. "Es por Erick", dijo Rebecca, con las manos entrelazadas como una niña arrepentida. "También vine a pedirte perdón, Joelle. Lamento que Erick haya sido tan descuidado para provocar que tu hermano terminara en el hospital". "¿Descuidado?", replicó ella. "Tu hermano casi mta al mío, ¿y crees que una disculpa bastará para arreglarlo?". Rebecca se estremeció y agarró la manga de Adrian en busca de apoyo. "Ya es suficiente, Joelle", respondió él con una voz tan gélida como el invierno. "No fue a propósito". Luego, se volvió hacia Rebecca y agregó suavemente: "Vamos, ¿no viniste para ver a Erick?". Fue entonces cuando Joelle lo entendió todo. Había esperado ingenuamente que Adrian viniera para ver a Shawn. Pero no, había venido con Rebecca para ver a Erick. Incluso si visitara a Shawn, sería por obligación, nada más. Pero sabía que no debía esperar que él la defendiera. "¡Rebecca, no olvidaré lo que hizo Erick!", espetó. Rebecca dobló las piernas y se desplomó sobre el pecho de Adrian, quien la atrapó justo a tiempo y la abrazó con fuerza. "Joelle, Erick no tenía malas intenciones. ¡También está en el hospital!". "¿Ya está muerto? ¡Si no, tendrá que pagar por lo que hizo!". Joelle no solía arremeter, pero esta vez era diferente. Shawn era la única familia que le quedaba. Su padre, incapacitado por un derrame cerebral, se encontraba en estado vegetativo con poca o ninguna esperanza de recuperación, y su madre había fallecido en un accidente de tráfico. Desde los dieciocho años, habían sido solo ella y Shawn, enfrentándose juntos a las dificultades del mundo. En sus momentos más oscuros, Shawn llevó sola la carga para dejar que Joelle persiguiera su pasión por el violín. Ahora la idea de perderlo también a él era insoportable. Su único deseo era que Erick muriera. "Joelle, ¿cómo puedes decir eso?", sollozó Rebecca con incredulidad. Ya sin paciencia, Adrian fijó su fría mirada en Joelle. "¿Qué deseas?". "Shawn recibió dos avisos de condición crítica. ¿Qué hay de Erick?". Rebecca jadeó, su frágil cuerpo estaba temblando como una hoja en el viento. "¡Joelle, por favor! Solo me queda un hermano. ¡Por favor, ten compasión!". Se desmayó antes de que la otra mujer pudiera responder. Adrian la levantó en sus brazos y le dio una última mirada de reproche a Joelle. Luego, se alejó y la dejó clavada en el mismo lugar, incapaz de moverse o incluso de pensar, lo que pareció una eternidad. Antes de su matrimonio, había sido una chica adinerada, pero luego se convirtió en la sirvienta de Adrian. Ahora se daba cuenta de lo ingenua que había sido. Ella solía ser una persona muy orgullosa, pero ahora soporta todo tipo de agravios sólo para complacer a su marido. ¡Qué patético! 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2,621,630	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2621625}'	No	2024-12-09 18:57	active	1980	💖😍one click to continue FREE reading👉	My ideal lover would be a guy who is not in a hurry to get rest, loves literature and books, and is polite. My sister says that such men are extinct in the 21st century. She accused me of always daydreaming about nerd stuff, which is why I still haven’t cashed in my v-card. I mean, why should I? I've never been in love before. I’m just waiting for something more intimate. But I'm living in a fairy tale now that Daniel has shown up. We've been dating for a few months now after falling in love at first sight at a bookstore. He's thoughtful and attentive and a good listener, which is often the role I play - after all, my specialty is counseling. He doesn’t try to push me to go too far too fast, which sets him apart from other guys and suits my own pace perfectly. Today, in the bookstore where we first met, I take a sip of my cappuccino as I look over my boyfriend’s tall, lanky form, his curly chestnut hair falling into his green eyes. Daniel always dresses so nicely, today in perfectly-pressed grey pants, a shining silver watch at his wrist. Wait, I think, narrowing my eyes and looking closer. Are those diamonds below the glass face? I bite my lip, wondering why my boyfriend has a diamond watch. I mean, I’m just a broke grad student – is he rich? There’s movement over Daniel’s shoulder, and as I look, my eyes go wide. “Daniel, there’s…a guy over there. And he’s staring right at us.” Daniel turns to look directly at the brawny guy, well over six feet and chorded with muscle. His professional suit does nothing to disguise the roughness of his hands, the cruel scar that runs diagonally over his face, almost splitting his nose in two. “Oh, um,” Daniel says, shrugging. “Don’t worry about him.” “Don’t worry about him!?” I whisper, a little scared. “Daniel, he’s looking right at –“ “No, I mean, he’s with me.” Daniel gives me an apologetic smile as my mouth falls open in shock. “That’s Parker, he’s…well. He’s kind of my body guard.” “Oh,” I say, pulling my mouth shut into an awkward O. I stare at Daniel. He needs a bodyguard? How rich is he? “Yeah, just ignore him,” Daniel says, giving me a cool smile. “My dad gets overprotective,” he rolls his eyes at this. “Honestly, he’s so stressed out about safety that he could use a shrink like you to give him some counseling.” Daniel laughs at this, lightening the mood. “Anytime,” I mutter, nervously playing with my long red hair, worrying about the mismatch between Daniel’s wealth and my church-mouse status. I’ve never met anyone before who has a bodyguard. “Can I get you anything else?” Both Daniel and I look up at the baristo who smiles down at us, a really handsome blonde-haired guy who has an apron tied around his waist. “No thanks, Colin,” I say, giving him a big grin. “Actually, can we both get refills?” Daniel says, giving Colin a slow smile. “Oh, actually…“ I say, looking up at the clock and pushing my hair back behind my ears. If I don’t leave now, I’m definitely going to be late for my job doing psych evaluations at the state prison. “She’ll take hers to go then,” Daniel says, rising from our sofa. “Here, I’ll help you.” He follows Colin back to the coffee counter. I start to pack up my bag, intent on catching the next trolly, when I notice Daniel’s phone vibrating on the table, a call coming in. When the number disappears, Daniel’s home screen shows a family photo. The tall man in the back is certainly his dad, the other maybe an older brother? As I try to puzzle it out, the phone rings again – the same number. On impulse, I grab Daniel’s phone and sling my packed bag over my shoulder, heading towards the coffee counter. “Daniel,” I say, slipping behind the counter, “you’re getting a phone call –“ But there’s no one back here. I look around, confused – I definitely just saw Colin and Daniel head this way… I hear a noise from the storage room, a strange and muffled thump and a moan. I take two steps forward and peek around the door, maybe they both – Oh my god. Not two feet from me, my boyfriend presses Colin up against the wall of the storage room, one fist wrapped in the fabric of his shirt – kissing him passionately - Colin’s eyes are opened, his sights looking at the coat of Daniel’s suit, his sight already flash, speaking his name – my friend’s name – “Are you kidding me!?” I yell, not even thinking as I hurl the phone at Daniel and his lover. Both boys jump, leaping apart. “Fay – I – “ Daniel’s face is full of shock. Tears in my eyes, I run from the room and from the coffee shop. “Fay!” Daniel spills out onto the street behind me. “You don’t understand!” He grabs my arm, pulling me back to him. “I really like you,” he says, his eyes filled with apology. “You’re amazing - it’s just that my family wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t approve –“ “So what,” I asked, surprised. “You just want me to be your pretend girlfriend!? Sorry,” I rip my arm from his hand. “Not interested.” “Please, Fay!” Daniel calls after me as I run away. “Please – I can make this right! How much do you want? One million? Three million? I can-" I see him pull the checkbook out of his pocket. "I don't want your money!" I say, my voice mocking. Daniel blinks and I turn away. "I’ll keep your secret, you don’t need to pay me off. I just don't want to see you again." And just like that, my fairy tale with Prince Charming was over. I hurry down the street, my eyes filling with angry tears. Two hours later, I’m seated at a plastic table in a cinder-block cell, my eyes dried up and my hair tied back in what I hope is a professional look. My leg jitters with nerves and, I think, a little bit of aftershock. I still can’t believe what Daniel did to me. But I straighten up in my seat, taking a deep breath. I have to concentrate on my job now, and I’m incredibly nervous about my next assignment. I’ve only been assigned basic white-collar criminals thus far, but today I have to make an assessment of Kent Lippert, the man known as our city’s Mafia King. His unmatched cruelty and the unbelievable lengths he takes to protect his power are infamous in this town. I hear the hallway door clang open and stand up from my chair, pressing my hands against my blazer to straighten it. This is the most nervous I’ve been since I started this gig. The guards bring Lippert around the corner and I’m surprised – I expected Lippert to be a fat, old, balding man – the kind of greasy lowlife who belongs in our city’s underworld. But this man is trim and tall, moving with a kind of dangerous grace. My eyes follow the way his shoulders shift beneath the fabric of his uniform, the way that the guards quail, a little, as they unlock the cuffs on his hands. I gasp as my eyes finally fall on Lippert’s face, my mouth going dry. His dark hair falling over his forehead, his square jaw, the deep frown lines etched over green eyes – oh my god. I’ve seen this man before. I saw him today, in a picture on my boyfriend’s phone – And again, younger, etched in the features of my boyfriend’s own face. Daniel isn’t just some rich kid. He’s the son of the Mafia King. Kent leans his shoulder against the bars of his cell, his well-muscled arms crossed against his chest. What was he doing in this local prison, created to catch the overflow of the city’s rampant gangs? He was their king, after all. And to think, Kent was here by choice. His lip raises in derision as he shakes his head, wondering if he made the right decision, intentionally getting caught so he could get in here, just for the chance to talk to the warden. Two blue-uniformed guards walk down the row towards him. “Lippert?” They ask. “Warden wants to see you.” They cuff him and take him to the warden’s office. Kent sits down on a chair in front of him, wordless, waiting for the guards to leave. “So,” Sven says, closing his file. “I’m surprised you had the balls to come to my turn for a negotiation, Lippert. It’s brave.” The public didn’t know it, but Warden Sven not only runs this prison, but leverages his control over it to take a significant stake in the workings of the city’s underworld. He is as dirty as the rest of them, and if other bosses go against him? He locks them up. Quite a trump card in this world where one of the only things that stops a gangster is a stay in prison. “I’ll be out soon enough,” Kent responds, leaning back in his chair. “We have to talk about Ivan.” “Ivan?” Sven looks at him closely. “He’s chicken one.” Kent shakes his head slowly. “He’s just a kid, but he’s getting a foot in the good game. But because he’s green he doesn’t have the grit or the resources to handle it.” He pauses a moment, taking Sven in. “He’s getting backed into a corner,” Kent continues, “and it’s making him ruthless. He’s not coming to meetings of the families, he’s killing at will – made men, as well as wise guys. He has to be stopped, Sven. Or he’s going to wreck it for all of us.” Sven leans back into his chair, considering. Kent steels himself, staring Sven down. Antony, his cousin and second-in-command, had told him it was foolish to lock himself up for months just for the chance to talk to Sven. But Kent had a gut feeling this was the right call. An alliance with Sven against Ivan was going to pay off. Big time. “I see your point,” Sven says, breathing out through his nose. “Ivan’s too big for his britches, eh? It’s a delicate ecosystem,” he says, holding his hands out like a set of scales to demonstrate the balance. “We’ve all got to play our parts. If he pushes too far, he destroys it for all of us.” Sven nods, considering his next words before continuing. “I have to admit, Lippert, I’m impressed with your persistence in this matter. I’ve done good work isolating myself, protecting myself, but you found a way in. Not everyone would come to my turf, and stay so long, just for a meeting with me. I respect that. You’re a real capo, a good guy. I’m glad that I know this.” Kent nods, silently confirming this read of him. That’s exactly how he wanted Sven to feel. “Ivan’s a mad dog,” Kent says. “We’ve got to put him down. I’ll provide the muscle; all I ask is that you let us. Don’t interfere. As for the spoils…we split fifty-fifty.” Sven eyes him, considering. “I want eighty-twenty, for my agreement to let you handle it.” Kent doesn’t let his frustration show. He doesn’t care if Sven takes it all, honestly – Sven has power, but he’s notoriously low on cash, a problem Kent doesn’t have. But he can’t let himself be bowled over. “Sixty-forty,” he says, stern. Sven shrugs, not agreeing yet, but not pushing the matter further. “What about the other bosses?” he asks. “Are you anticipating pushback from Alden?” Kent shakes his head quickly. “Alden’s distracted. His guys are running the game, but he’s got some new clue about his lost kid.” He waves a hand, dismissing it. “He’s not going to take a side.” Sven nods, giving him a small smile, and Kent realizes that Sven already knew this. Sven might not have cash, but he does trade in secrets. Likely, Alden got the clue from him to begin with. Kent narrows his eyes, realizing that question was a test. He doesn’t like being tested. “Do we have a deal?” Sven shrugs, again noncommittal. He turns in his chair to stare at a calendar on his wall, the picture of a beautiful vineyard somewhere in Europe. “You know, I had a lovely glass of wine the other day. From Napa. But I gotta tell you, Lippert,” he turns here, looking Kent directly in the eye. “It left me a little parched, a little…too dry.” Sven’s lips start to lift in a cold smirk. “You wouldn’t happen to know…anywhere else. Where a man could get a finer glass of wine. A really good drink. Would you?” Kent flicks his eyes to the calendar again, realizing suddenly that the picture on the wall is a picture of his vineyard, the calendar likely produced as a promotional gift for tourists. Sven knew exactly what Kent would ask even before he set foot in the room, and he knew exactly the price of his cooperation. “France,” Kent says slowly, narrowing his eyes and staring at Sven. Perhaps not such a clean alliance after all. “The best wine in the world comes from France.” “You know, I’d like to try that wine,” Sven says, turning back to the picture, all innocence. “I’d like to get a foot in the industry too. Maybe get some property there, some day.” “Done.” Kent said. It’s worth the price. A good meeting. Kent leaves satisfied. As they walk down the hall, one of the guards turns to him. “We’ve been ordered to take you along to your psychological assessment before returning you to your cell,” he informs him. Kent glares at him, but says nothing. The guard shrugs. “Standard procedure, Lippert. All prisoners gotta do it.” Kent stays silent, following. Sven is pushing it, making him undergo psychological testing, when he’d be out of here tomorrow. He’s just trying to collect more secrets. Kent follows the guards to a cinder-block cell at the end of the hallway, noting that his lawyer is standing outside the door. The lawyer rolls his eyes to Kent and points at his watch, indicating that he’ll have him out of here in no time. Kent nods, and then focuses his attention on the door. He’s surprised, when it opens, to see a girl inside. Not a girl, perhaps, a young woman – twenty-three, at the most. She stands up, clearly anxious, biting her lip and playing with the long red ponytail that drifts over her shoulder. Her mouth falls open, just slightly, as she takes him in. God knows, Kent thinks, his whole body going tense at the sight of her – those long legs, knocked at the knees with anxiety, her short white skirt, that ridiculous blazer that she wears so people like him will take her seriously. He can tell from a single glance that she’s pure as the driven snow – ambitious but poor, eager to prove herself. His eyes rove over her, considering what she’d look like if he ripped that blazer off of her. He focuses, again, on those red lips, slightly parted. His breath hisses from his mouth at the sight of those lips, at the thought of what he could do with them. “Um,” she says, hesitant. He snaps his attention back to her jewel-blue eyes. “My name is Fay Thompson? I’m here to do your preliminary interview for state psychological assessment?” Kent grits his teeth, denying his urge to smile slowly at the fact that her statements are presented as questions. God, she’s perfect, this little angel. The feral, leashed part of him wants to know what she’d look like with a little bit of the underworld’s grime smeared all over her. “Hello, Fay,” he says, his voice low and hungry as he moves forward and settles into his chair. “Where do we begin?” I hesitate, settling down in my chair across from this man, sensing that I’m the doe to his wolf. It feels almost as if he could leap across this table at any moment and gobble me up. Daniel’s father is Kent Lippert, the Mafia King of our city. That’s why he has a bodyguard, that’s why he has so much money – I quirk my head to the side, still staring at Lippert, realizing that this is also why Daniel is hiding his sexuality – the mafia of our city are notoriously conservative, and family is everything. A gay son would never be accepted, especially an only son – God, he really did want me to be his beard – Poor Daniel, he’s got to hide everything he loves – Suddenly, I realize that the man in front of me is smiling, just slightly, his eyes moving over me as I stare at him like a deer in the headlights. I clench my jaw, reminding myself that he is the villain. “So,” I say, turning back to my papers, nervous. You’ve done this a thousand times, Fay! I remind myself. You could do this in your sleep! “Can you please state your name for me, and place of birth?” “I believe,” Lippert says slowly, “That you’re already aware of my history.” He leans back, studying me. I lift my eyes to glare at his impudence – he’s so rude. But, unfortunately, he’s right. Everyone in this city knows this information. I quickly fill out the form. I glance up at him, struck again by his similarity to Daniel. The profile, especially, is almost exactly the same – but whereas Daniel is gentle, refined, Kent has a grim, lethal quality to his face. I drag my gaze away from him, feeling a shiver pass through me, tapping its fingers down my spine. Somehow, I imagine that they’re Kent’s fingers… I quickly dismiss the thought and focus. “The rest of the questions that I ask you today will be of a personal and psychological nature,” I say, giving the canned speech I’m required to say to all inmates. “The state does require that you answer all questions fully and honestly as part of the assessment. Do you understand?” He is silent in response and I look up at him, a knee-jerk reaction to an unresponsive patient. He’s smirking at me, unblinking. “Little girl,” he says, slowly leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, “what gives you the right to ask me anything about my history and my mind?” I sit straight in my chair, unnerved by such a question. “The state has hired me to administer these examinations –“ “Do you have a degree?” he cuts in. “Some kind of…certificate?” The final word is heavy with derision. I frown at him and reach down to rifle through my bag, producing the certified paperwork from the state which qualifies me for this position. “Here,” I say, returning his glare. “If you’re so curious.” I reach across the table to hand it to him. A second before he grabs my wrist, I realize my mistake. He snatches my hand, fully capturing it in his, pulling me forward against the table. It doesn’t quite hurt, but, surprised, I drop the paperwork as I gasp, looking up at him, terrified as he brings my hand close to his face, and then – Oh my god – Slowly, indulgently, he runs his nose across the ivory skin of my wrist. “Camomile, lavender,” he murmurs, closing his eyes, indulging in my scent. “So fresh and clean,” he says. Then he opens his eyes and stares into my bewildered face, wanting to see my reaction as he says, “you must be a good man.” My lip trembles in shock, in awe. His eyes eat me up, savoring the tremble of my lips, my wide, terrified eyes. A guard flies through the door “Hands off!” he yells, but Kent has already released my wrist, raising his hands over his head, perfectly calm. “Sorry,” he says, smirking, his eyes on me. “Won’t happen again.” I blink at him, sitting back in my chair. I straighten my shoulders, unable to take my eyes off him. “Are you all right, miss?” the guard says, leaning forward to look me over. “I’m fine,” I say, rubbing my wrist with my other hand. I’m not hurt – just…shocked. I clear my throat and look back down at my papers. “We will…we will proceed.” I work to steel myself, determined to regain control, to finish this interview. I give Lippert a steady glare, raising my chin. I’m tougher than he thinks I am. At least, I hope I am. I pick up my pen again, grateful that my hands aren’t shaking. “Please,” I say, focusing again on the paper. “Can you tell me about the crime for which you were imprisoned? I see,” “Your little skirt,” he says, grinning at the fact that he’s riled me so easily, “is also very precious. You have beautiful legs, and it’s the perfect length to –“ “Please, sir,” I repeat, surprised to hear it come out in a shaky little growl. “I demand your respect in this process. Please be aware that what I report today will affect the rest of your time in prison, as well as your chances for early release. So I suggest that you take this process seriously.” He enrages me further by laughing at me – actually laughing at me – “Darling,” he says, leaning forward. “I couldn’t take you seriously if I tried. “ My mouth falls open and I blink at him, shocked, but it quickly turns to rage. I slam my hand on the table, but he only laughs harder. “Sir!” I say. “This is an important process!” I hit the table again for emphasis, my hand stinging. He just watches my every movement. “I understand, Doc,” he says. “I’m here, aren’t I? Go ahead. Assess me.” He waves a hand at his body, his powerful muscles, his unyielding gaze. I stare into his eyes and feel overwhelmed, almost hypnotized by his glare. I dart my eyes away, staring down at the floor – anywhere but at him. “You looked away first,” he murmurs, studying me. “On the battlefield, this means you’d have died by my hand. Weak.” Riled, I raise my eyes again to him, determined. “Good,” he laughs. “I like my girls with a little fight in them.” My face goes pale and red at once, enraged, mortified to have fallen for his trick, but also – god knows – I feel my heart go hard under my blazer. His eyes move to my chest, as if he knows it, the hum in his chest deepening. I grab my pen again, scrawling words across the paper as fast as I can. Constantly defiant, ruthlessly sociopathic, no remorse. Recommend continued imprisonment, without parole. “This is finished.” I say, decided, gathering my papers as fast as I can and shoving them, crinkled, into my bag. I can hear him laughing softly at me as I hurry. I take a breath, straighten my shoulders, and then give him what I hope is a withering glare as I move towards the door. I pound twice on the metal and the guard lets me out. I don’t look at Lippert again as I start to leave. “Oh, Doctor,” I hear his voice echo behind me. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I turn to hear his parting words. “I’ll see you on the outside,” he says, giving me a dark smirk. “You can count on it.” “Not if I have anything to say about it,” I murmur, my voice trembling as the guard opens the door and I storm out. My paperwork recommends his eternal imprisonment. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll never see him again, and good riddance. “I’m just saying,” Janeen says, shrugging as she slides an omelet out onto a plate. “It’s a red flag when a guy doesn’t want to meet her friends and family. I mean, who even is this Daniel guy, anyway?” I stop dead on the stairs hearing these words, just three steps away from the kitchen. I stay still, hoping to hear what Janeen and dad really think. “I’m just saying,” dad says, shrugging in his chair at the table. “I think you should trust Fay a little more. She’s a clever girl.” He turns and looks directly at me. “Aren’t you, kid?” I scowl, embarrassed to be caught eavesdropping. I take the final steps down into the kitchen and give dad a kiss on the cheek, sitting down in the chair next to him. “I’m smart, but I’m not a kid anymore. Time to update the nickname.” “Never,” he says, smiling at me. “You’re my kiddo forever.” Janeen brings me a plate of eggs, patting me on the head. Even though we’re not related by blood, she treats me just as any condescending big sister would. I came to live with David and Janeen when David married my mom. Even after mom died in her car accident only two years after the wedding, David never gave me any reason to think of him as anything besides my dad. I love him just as much as any blood relation. I have no memories of my biological dad and no idea where he is. “So, what is it about this guy,” Janeen says, settling in her chair across from me. She’s always excited to talk about boys. “There must be something about him, especially because you’ve never called anyone your boyfriend before.” I blush. She’s right but…well, they don’t know yet that my first relationship has already ended in disaster. I’ll make something up in a week or two. “Well, he’s really sweet to me,” I say, picking up my fork and digging into my eggs. “He’s not like the other boys I met. They’re always so loud and annoying. Daniel is…different. A gentleman,” I say with a small smile. And as gay as the day is long, I can’t help but adding internally. The smile falls from my face. But really, they don’t need to know that yet. I eat my eggs quickly, eager to get away from the conversation. “He’s…gentle?” Janeen asks, raising an eyebrow, her voice skeptical. I look up at her, confused, and nod. She laughs. “Oh, poor Fay!” I put my fork down and sit up straight. “What? What’s wrong with that?” “What, he only touches you very delicately? Squires you around town?” Her voice is sarcastic here, saying it as if these are bad things. “Talks to you about books?” “Yes?” I say, drawing my brows together, getting a little angry. “What’s wrong with that!?” “Fay!” she says, leaning forward and laughing. “Come on, don’t you want a guy who gets your blood running a little bit? Not someone who gives you a little peck on the cheek, but who throws you down, makes you want to climb all over him like –“ “Oooookay,” dad says slowly, interrupting her and holding out his hands between us. There’s a smile on his face, though, good natured. “That’s a little more than a dad needs to hear.” Janeen laughs at this, popping another bite of eggs into her mouth. “Okay, touché, dad, but still. Fay, baby,” she looks at me imploringly. “Are you sure this guy isn’t gay?” My face floods red at this, a deep blush as I look down at my plate. How the things did she know?! “Oh my god,” she says, leaning forward, all eagerness. “Is he!?” “No!” I protest, stabbing at my eggs with my fork. “He’s –“ But whatever I was going to say is drowned out by Janeen’s roar of laughter. “Come on, Janeen,” dad says, sternly, after a few moments of this. “I’m sure this Daniel is a great guy.” He looks at me, then, a little pity in his eyes. “Like she says, he’s just a gentleman.” “Okay, okay,” Janeen says, wiping away tears of mirth. “I just want more for our Fay baby! You deserve passion in your relationship, as well as respect and…book talk, or whatever you do.” She shrugs. “I’m very happy,” I murmur, finishing my eggs as quick as I can. “Come down to the club with me,” Janeen says, reaching out and taking my hand. I can tell that she’s trying to make amends. “I’m not working tonight, and we can go have some fun! We’ll get free drinks and you can meet the girls!” I look up at her, hesitating. I love Janeen, but we live in totally different worlds. While I’ve spent my life at school and coffee shops, Janeen has been a night owl, working at various clubs as a servant. Not cheap sleezy places, either, but really high-end ones where they respect her work as a kind of art. She’s very talented, and she makes a ton of money. “Come onnnn” she whines. “We’ll get you more in touch with your body, get your blood flowing.” She dances in her chair, showing us some of her moves, ending with a sexy flick of her long purple hair. I laugh. Janeen has such an effervescent personality, it’s hard not to want to go wherever she’s going. “I’ll think about it,” I say, finishing my plate. “I’ve got some work to do –“ “Work work,” she says, rolling her eyes and scooping up her plate and mine. “You work way too much. Have some fun, baby!” I roll my eyes at her and pat dad on the shoulder as I head into the living room. He picks up his paper, eyes already on the sports section. When Janeen first got started in her profession, I wondered if it bothered dad. But he just said that there’s no stopping Janeen from doing precisely what she wants, so why not go along with it? “Besides,” he had said. “As long as she respects herself, why should I care if she dances in a good man or a tutu? Let her be happy.” I smile at the memory, grateful, again, for such a good dad. In the living room, I open my laptop and open a search engine. My mind drifts to Janeen’s idea that I should get more in touch with my body and my instincts. My cheeks grow red and I find myself – bizarrely – typing Kent Lippert into the search bar. I’m surprised by the results. The news channel that dad watches every night calls Lippert the Mafia King, always detailing his dirty deeds, but the sites I’m looking show him standing in front of a tech company in Silicon Valley, calling him the CEO. Another site lists positive reviews of his many businesses, with employees suggesting that he’s a great boss. Still another…god, is that Brad Pitt he’s shaking hands with in that photo? I gather my hair in my hands, passively starting to braid it as I look through these results, trying to match it with that ruthless man I met in the prison the other day – “Whatcha looking at?” Janeen says, flopping onto the couch and grabbing the laptop out of my hands. “Hey!” I say, snatching at it. “Janeen, give it back!” “Oooohhhh,” she says, scrolling through the photos of Kent on the page. “Now this is a hottie who could light a little fire under me, for sure,” she says, nodding appreciatively. “Who is this guy?” “Kent Lippert,” I say, hugging my knees to my chest. “I had to interview him at the prison the other day. He was…unnerving.” Janeen flicks her eyes to me, considering. “Did he scare you?” I shrug. “A little.” She narrows her eyes a bit, snapping the laptop shut. “Okay, that’s it. You’re coming out with me tonight, baby Fay,” she says, coming across the couch to give me a big hug. “You’ve had a hard week with your gay boyfriend and scary Mafia King. You’ve got to have some fun!” I laugh, letting her wrap me up. “Okay, okay! Geeze, I’ll come.” Little did I know how much these separate aspects of my life would collide in just a few hours. -------------------------------- Open the app and continue reading the rest of the story . 👉 (It will automatically jump to the book when you open the app) 💕Due to FB has a limit on the amount of text, Pls Download Dreame to read Full version 💕<Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad> on Dreame	LEARN_MORE	https://m.dreame.com/novel/3306838528?auto_jump=tr	Dreame Story Here	https://www.facebook.com/100091450006035/	4,042	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	m.dreame.com	DCO		https://m.dreame.com/novel/3306838528?auto_jump=true&utm_source=facebook_ads&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&af_c_id={{campaign.id}}&af_adset_id={{adset.id}}&af_ad_id={{ad.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469456611_1006430554582512_5930768147350017583_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=vGKhUQf8IzQQ7kNvgE5pzhu&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AsEhzhugkiM2wZ-8wKW-38g&oh=00_AYCgdcgBeK3f0_IhmXVa6JUpK__z9am2HCTdW_JLpVUqkA&oe=675D6559	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Dreame Story Here	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,624,716	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2623933}'	Yes	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high...	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2,627,035	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2626591}'	Yes	2024-12-10 04:54	active	1984		ATTENTION HOUSTON! BOLD SALE + GIVEAWAY 🎁 📍 8280 Westpark Dr Houston TX 77063 📅 December 14th ⏰ 10am - 3pm Our showroom sale will be Saturday December 14th from 10-3. Shop the designer furniture you had your eyes on for less! It is a showroom sale so it is first come first serve! We will be scheduling deliveries within the week! 🌟 ENTER TO WIN A CONSOLE TABLE. To enter the giveaway, follow the rules below: 1️⃣ Follow @beboldfurniture 2️⃣ Like this post 3️⃣ Tag A Friend. Each comment is a new entry! ⭐️ This Giveaway closes 12/14. The winner will be announced via stories! #boldsale #bebold #houstonluxury #houstoninteriordesigner #modernfurniture #beboldfurniture #interiordesign #houstondesigner #homedecor #fourhands			Be Bold Furniture	https://www.facebook.com/BeBoldFurniture/	2,595	1969-12-31 18:00			VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469506933_3899479270281767_3324935107966365686_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=XxETemr-dosQ7kNvgH7RyKa&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AapT5uAC7nLhHQZ4PvYSwvQ&oh=00_AYA5hLRZZ49YqEuMrvCukDiDvqBgpV4_JSUQpcpYxVEwFw&oe=675DE10A	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Be Bold Furniture	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,623,620	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2623621}'	Yes	2024-12-09 19:36	active	1981	Before You Buy Solar, Use This Solar Calculator	Thinking about going solar? Before you do, find out if solar is worth it for your home by using America's #1 solar calculator. When it comes to solar there are really only 3 things you need to know to decide if it’s worth it and this calculator finds them out for you. 1) How much solar you need to eliminate your electricity bill completely. 2) How many solar panels you can actually fit on your roof. 3) What the ideal system will cost after the 30% income tax credit, plus any state and utility incentives. In the past to find all this out you had to get a solar installer around to your house to examine your roof in person, but not anymore. Our unique solar calculator uses machine learning to scan your roof to tell you whether solar is worth it for your home. It will tell you: - How much electricity your roof can be generate - How many solar panels you can actually fit on your roof - How much you can reduce your monthly electricity bill and which utilities offer net metering to fully credit your exported electricity Plus the magic number every homeowner wants to know, how long it will take for your system to pay for itself. No other solar calculator does all this! Now if the payback on solar is better than other low-risk options like paying off your mortgage then solar makes a lot of sense. The typical payback time for solar is under 10 years, making it a no-brainer way to reduce your monthly expenses and protect yourself from rising electricity prices. So to find out if solar is worth it, test your home with America's most accurate solar calculator by clicking on this link: https://bit.ly/-Solar-Estimate-org The reason our estimates are so accurate is because we use the actual cost of installation from thousands of similar solar systems near you to hone our estimates. Using this data we've found the best solar deals being offered from reputable installers we've vetted using over 28,000 verified reviews from actual customers. To get access to these deals simply select how many installers you would like firm quotes from after the calculator finishes analyzing your home. https://bit.ly/-Solar-Estimate-org	LEARN_MORE	https://www.solar-estimate.org/residential-solar/?	Solar-Estimate.org	https://www.facebook.com/SolarEstimate/	13,880	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	solar-estimate.org/Solar-Calculator	DCO	Click 'Learn More' to find out what you should pay for a solar system that offsets 100% of your electricity usage with America's most accurate solar calculator.	https://www.solar-estimate.org/residential-solar/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign={{adset.name}}&utm_content={{ad.name}}&aff=4713&cam=84&fbcamid={{campaign.id}}&utm_term={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/452616750_1223560575723966_3375924726334074153_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=uTPpb2v7CJQQ7kNvgGW-WEi&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AV2jNsjosn6Tw9-I8R8R-m8&oh=00_AYC-8IoRdcod3SCCVzd1muBg75Wn0ZTuLafbeF-n8uB2FQ&oe=675D6CC2	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Solar-Estimate.org	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,624,632	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2623933}'	No	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high...	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2,625,346	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	Сбежавшая Жена Директора	Она узнала, что беременна, отчего её переполняла радость. Но вдруг она увидела заботу мужа о его первой любви. Девушка со слезами на глазах оставила соглашение о разводе, скрыла беременность и ушла с разбитым сердцем. ===== «Госпожа Ростова, поздравляю! Ваш ребёнок здоров». Дарья Ростова вышла из больницы в растерянности, прижимая к груди медицинское заключение о беременности. Она беременна от Рената! Опустив глаза, она рассеянно погладила свой всё ещё плоский живот и расплылась в улыбке. Глупо улыбаясь, Дарья поспешно достала телефон, чтобы позвонить Ренату Новикову, своему мужу, и поделиться с ним замечательной новостью. Однако как раз в тот момент, когда она собиралась набрать его номер, у неё зазвонил телефон. На экране появилось сообщение от Рената, которое гласило: «Немедленно приезжай в отель "Гранд"». Отель «Гранд»? Почему он внезапно захотел, чтобы она туда поехала? Дарья растерялась, но недолго колебалась. Поймав такси, девушка направилась по указанному адресу. Поскольку супруг хотел её видеть, она решила, что может сообщить ему хорошие новости лично. С колотящимся от волнения сердцем девушка подъехала к отелю. Выйдя из машины, она заметила, что вестибюль украшен цветами и новой красной ковровой дорожкой, явно подготовленной к празднику. Дарья на мгновение потрясённо замерла, а затем вспомнила, что сегодня годовщина их свадьбы. Неужели Ренат попросил её приехать сюда, чтобы сделать сюрприз? Дарья мысленно улыбалась, размышляя о том, как Ренат отреагирует на новость о беременности. Дарья пробиралась сквозь толпу, сливаясь с ней в своём простом наряде. Вскоре она заметила ослепительно красивого мужчину, который выделялся среди толпы. Перед ней стоял её муж, Ренат Новиков, отец их ребёнка. Дарья начала медленно растягивать губы в улыбке, но в следующее мгновение заметила стоявшую рядом с ним женщину, и её улыбка застыла. Этой женщиной оказалась первой любовью Рената, Милена Потапова! Как давно Милена вернулась в город? Дарья застыла на месте, словно приклеенная, наблюдая, как Ренат и Милена развлекают гостей, напоминая идеальную пару. Друзья окружили их и, похоже, с чем-то поздравляли. «Милена, ты наконец-то дома. За это надо выпить!» «Ренат, после стольких лет вы с Миленой наконец-то воссоединились!» Постепенно смех становился громче. Милена, одетая в красное платье и с изысканным макияжем, любезно усмехнулась. «Хватит нас дразнить. У Рената уже есть жена». При упоминании Дарьи окружающие не смогли сдержать презрения. «Дарья? Я тебя умоляю! Ренат женился на ней только для того, чтобы успокоить свою бабушку!» «Вот именно! Ренат всегда хотел жениться на тебе. Верно, Ренат?» Ренат, похожий на принца в своём сшитом на заказ костюме, излучал холодную, неповторимую харизму. «Ладно, хватит. Перестаньте дразнить Милену, - холодно сказал он. - Она не может. Я выпью за неё». После этих слов смех и подшучивания друзей лишь усилились. «Эй, Ренат, какого чёрта? Ты её защищаешь, не так ли?» Среди громких поддразниваний Ренат оставался невозмутимым и собранным, но в уголках его рта появился недвусмысленный намёк на улыбку. Стоявшая рядом с ним Милена опустила голову и застенчиво покраснела. Эта яркая любовная сцена пронзила сердце Дарьи. Она не знала, как вышла из отеля, но поняла это лишь тогда, когда холодные капли дождя начали капать ей на лицо. Внезапно поднялся сильный ветер и хлынул ливень, промочивший её до нитки. Однако девушка застыла на месте. Зачем Ренат позвал её? Неужели всё это лишь уловка, чтобы заставить её стать свидетелем их любви и уступить место жены его возлюбленной Милене? Дарье стало трудно дышать. Растеряно оглядевшись, она поняла, что ей следует покинуть это ужасное место. Тяжело ступая, девушка побрела домой под дождём. Стоя в дверях, она безучастно смотрела на знакомый дом, и её мысли блуждали где-то далеко. Два года назад, когда семья Дарьи находилась на грани банкротства, они попытались спасти своё положение, выдав её замуж за представителя семьи Новиковых. Ренат поначалу отказывался, но из-за того, что его тяжело больная бабушка продолжала давить на него, он неохотно согласился на договорной брак. Теперь, когда здоровье бабушки улучшилось, а Милена вернулась из-за границы, Дарья подумала, что, возможно, ей пора собирать вещи и уезжать. Девушка не знала, как долго простояла перед домом, прежде чем услышала звук автомобильного двигателя. В следующее мгновение рядом с ней раздался глубокий голос Рената: «Даша, почему ты стоишь здесь, под дождём?» Глава 2 Я хочу развестись В оцепенении Дарья подняла голову и встретилась с суровым взглядом стоящего перед ней мужчины. Ей что, померещилось? Что здесь делает Ренат? Милена недавно вернулась из-за границы. Разве он не должен сейчас проводить время с любимой женщиной? Мужчина нахмурился, не получив ответа от Дарьи. Вымокшая под дождём девушка напоминала мокрую крысу. Длинные тёмные волосы, с которых стекала вода, прилипли к бледным щекам, придавая ей жалкий вид. «Что, чёрт возьми, с тобой случилось?» - резко спросил Ренат. Дарья вспомнила, как ранее он нежно обращался с Миленой, и это заставило её сердце сжаться. Стало совершенно очевидно, как по-разному Ренат относится к любимой и нелюбимой женщине. Пытаясь справиться с болью, Дарья заставила себя улыбнуться и тихо объяснила: «Когда я возвращалась домой, начался дождь, а у меня не оказалось зонтика, поэтому я промокла». Во время разговора у неё внезапно нестерпимо зачесался нос, и она громко чихнула. Однако вместо того, чтобы пожалеть её, Ренат лишь сильнее нахмурился. «Ты уже не маленькая. Если промокла, то первое, что следует сделать, вернувшись домой, - вытереться и переодеться. Мне действительно нужно тебе это объяснять?» Улыбка на лице Дарьи застыла. «Прости...» «Иди и быстро переоденься, а то простудишься», - нетерпеливо выпалил Ренат, а затем обошёл её и вошёл в дом. Простудишься? Только тогда Дарья вспомнила, что беременна, поэтому не могла позволить себе заболеть, чтобы не подвергнуть ребёнка опасности. С этой мыслью она поспешила в свою комнату, приняла горячий душ, в котором быстро согрелась. Завернувшись в полотенце, девушка вышла из наполненной паром ванной комнаты и обнаружила на своём пути Рената. Она ахнула от удивления и инстинктивно крепче сжала полотенце на груди. Заметив её реакцию, мужчина пристально посмотрел на неё и равнодушно спросил: «Почему ты нервничаешь? Я всё это уже видел». Лицо Дарьи залилось краской. Не дожидаясь ответа, Ренат небрежно протянул таблетку от простуды и стакан воды. «Вот, выпей». Дарья нерешительно взглянула на таблетку, беспокоясь, что та может навредить малышу. «Думаю, что обойдусь без этого. В конце концов, я провела под дождём не так много времени». Неожиданно Ренат проявил упрямство. «Ты себя в зеркале видела? Ты бледная, как привидение. Завтра мы едем к бабушке, так что тебе лучше не болеть, слышишь?» Однако Дарья, беспокоясь о ребёнке, упорно сопротивлялась. «Мне просто нужно выпить чего-нибудь тёплого, вот и всё. Я в порядке, правда». В этот момент терпение мужчины лопнуло. Он решительно положил таблетку в рот и сделал глоток воды. «Ренат, что ты... Ах!» Прежде чем Дарья успела вымолвить хоть слово, Ренат наклонился, возвышаясь над ней, и взял её за подбородок. Заставив девушку поднять голову, он крепко прижался своими губами к её. Таблетка и вода оказались у неё во рту, и он не ослабил хватку, пока не убедился, что она проглотила лекарство. От внезапного п*целуя у Дарьи закружилась голова, смывая все её запреты. Рената охватило желание, oн снова попытался поцеловать Дарью, но та решительно отвернулась, избегая его взгляда. «Ренат, я… - нервно пробормотала девушка, пытаясь подобрать слова. - Я хочу развестись». Её слова в мгновение ока погасили все желания Рената. На его лице промелькнуло раздражение, и он холодно взял её за подбородок, заставляя посмотреть в его пронзительные глаза. «Повтори ещё раз». Сердце Дарьи ёкнуло. Однако ей удалось подавить бурные эмоции и смело встретить пристальный взгляд супруга. «Я сказала, что хочу развода». В глазах Рената мелькнули нечитаемые эмоции. «Почему?» Дарью поразил его вопрос, и на её лице отразились растерянность и недоумение. А почему же ещё? Конечно же, чтобы он смог исполнить своё желание жениться на любимой Милене. «Потому что...» - дрогнувшим голосом начала девушка, но поняла, что не может сказать очевидного. «У твоей семьи снова возникли финансовые трудности? Речь идёт о деньгах? - спросил Ренат, холодно глядя на неё. - Даша, ты разве не знаешь своего места? Если тебе что-то нужно, просто скажи. Не играй со мной в эти игры, потому что я не хочу терпеть эту чушь». Дарья молча сжала кулаки и стиснула зубы. Значит, Ренат решил, что просьба о разводе - всего лишь одна из её игр, своего рода попытка использовать ситуацию в своих интересах? Девушка горько улыбнулась, но в её глазах появилась нехарактерная для неё яростная решимость. «Не волнуйся. Мне нужен только развод. Ренат, рано или поздно мы всё равно развелись бы, так какая разница?» Мужчина какое-то время не отвечал, глядя на неё со странным, серьёзным выражением в глазах. Его молчание погрузило Дарью в транс, а в сердце поселилась смесь тревоги и необъяснимой надежды. «Или... ты не хочешь разводиться?» Глава 3 Берегись, мир! При мысли о том, что Ренат, возможно, не захочет разводиться, сердце Дарьи замерло, а в груди заныло от предвкушения. Однако не обращая на её полный надежды взгляд, Ренат холодно усмехнулся. «Даша, не обманывай себя, - его насмешливый тон больно ранил её, но он продолжил: - Ты действительно думаешь, что я буду возражать против развода? - сверля её ледяным взглядом, мужчина добавил: - Запомни, Даша, это ты попросила развод. Не приползай обратно после этого». С этими словами Ренат сердито ушел. Дарья охваченная разочарованием. Тихо плача, она осторожно положила руку на живот, чувствуя, как внутри неё растёт маленькая жизнь. Изначально она планировала сообщить Ренату радостную новость, но буквально через несколько часов они оказались на грани развода. Подумав об этом, девушка решила, что лучше держать супруга в неведении относительно её беременности. Даже если они разойдутся, она сможет вырастить ребёнка одна. Затем, вспомнив о своей работе в качестве секретаря Рената, она ощутила приступ беспомощности. Бабушка Рената устроила её работать под его началом, чтобы укрепить их отношения, и тогда это казалось хорошей идеей. Однако теперь всё изменилось, и ей давно следовало уйти с этой работы. На следующее утро, как только Дарья прибыла в головной офис компании «Связь», её окружили самые заядлые сплетницы. «Даша, мы ждали тебя всё утро! Что происходит между господином Новиковым и этой Миленой? Они теперь вместе?» «Новость о том, что господин Новиков устраивает вечеринку в честь возвращения международной супермодели Милены Потаповой, распространилась как лесной пожар. Он пригласил всех своих друзей. Похоже, он вскоре планирует публично заявить об их отношениях!» «Я слышала, что после вечеринки они провели ночь вместе. Может, она его будущая жена!» Дарья почувствовала горечь от этих слов. После недолгого колебания она уныло ответила: «Я не слишком много об этом знаю». Коллеги переглянулись и закатили глаза. Очевидно, они ей не поверили. «Да ладно, Даша! Ты же секретарь господина Новикова, поэтому знаешь его лучше, чем кто-либо другой. Как эта информация могла пройти мимо тебя? Давай выкладывай!» Дарья натянуто улыбнулась. Все знали, что Дарья работала секретарём Рената, но лишь единицы были в курсе, что она также являлась его женой. Он даже не хотел афишировать их отношения. Тихо вздохнув, девушка настойчиво повторила: «Я действительно не знаю, ясно? Хватит сплетничать». Коллеги хотели надавить на Дарью, но та оборвала их прежде, чем они успели вымолвить хоть слово. «Я же говорю, что мне нечего сказать, так что перестаньте меня донимать. Вас наняли для того, чтобы сплетничать? Возвращайтесь к работе!» Её суровое выражение лица встревожило их, но поскольку она оказалась права, им пришлось подчиниться. «Ладно, ладно, мы поняли». Когда Дарья ушла, они не могли сдержаться и начали ворчать. «Кем она себя возомнила? Так высокомерно себя ведёт. Хм! Она здесь не единственный секретарь». «Да, когда три года назад она внезапно начала здесь работать, мы решили, что у неё какие-то отношения с господином Новиковым. Но в итоге он не уделял ей особого внимания и даже не брал на встречи с клиентами. Она его личный секретарь, ну и что из этого? Просто услада для глаз!» «Её дни здесь сочтены. Как только Милена выйдет замуж за господина Новикова, Дашу уволят первой. В конце концов, кто подпустил бы симпатичного секретаря к своему мужчине?» «Вот именно!» Их смех и безудержная болтовня наполнили офис, но Дарья, не обращая на это внимания, направилась к своему столу и погрузилась в работу. Она знала, какой на самом деле её видят эти, казалось бы, дружелюбные коллеги. Однако девушка не могла с ними спорить, потому что даже сама чувствовала себя посмешищем. Она и опомниться не успела, как наступил конец рабочего дня, и большинство секретарей уже разошлись по домам. Когда Дарья собирала вещи, ей позвонила её лучшая подруга, Варвара Лунина. «Я видела новости сегодня утром. Что происходит между Ренатом и этой Миленой? Это всего лишь слухи?» Услышав недоверие в голосе Варвары, Дарья тяжело вздохнула. «Это правда». Подруга ахнула от потрясения. «Какого чёрта?!» За день Дарья всё обдумала, поэтому относительно спокойно объяснила: «Во-первых, мы с Ренатом поженились исключительно по договорённости. Я всегда знала, что у него нет ко мне никаких чувств, поскольку он женился на мне только потому, что на этом настояла его бабушка. Теперь, когда вернулась женщина, которую он любит, у меня нет причин оставаться. Пришло время позволить им воссоединиться». Варвара испытывала одновременно недоверие и возмущение. «Но… А как же ребёнок? Разве ты не собиралась сделать ему сюрприз?» «А станет ли это для него чудесным сюрпризом? Или ужасным потрясением? - Дарья непроизвольно коснулась своего плоского живота и горько улыбнулась. - В любом случае, я приняла решение развестись и воспитывать этого ребёнка одна. Ему не нужно об этом знать». «Серьёзно, развод? Ты в этом уверена? - с беспокойством спросила Варвара. - Если ты не хочешь, чтобы он узнал о твоей беременности, тебе придётся уйти с работы. Твой живот скоро начнёт расти». «Не волнуйся, я уже об этом подумала и скоро уволюсь. Тогда я наконец смогу вернуться к тому, что мне по-настоящему нравится». Упоминание о её давно забытых мечтах вызвало на лице Дарьи редкую улыбку. «Боже мой! Даша, ты возвращаешься к своей старой карьере? - с восторгом выпалила Варвара. - Это потрясающе! Я всегда верила в тебя! Ты гениальный дизайнер! Берегись, мир! Возвращается легенда в мире дизайна одежды, Светлана Титова! Не стоило растрачивать свой талант, работая все эти годы секретарём Рената. Он того не стоит!» «Светлана Титова...» - потрясённо пробормотала Дарья, услышав этот давно забытый псевдоним. Ради Рената она потеряла себя, практически забыв, кем на самом деле является. «Даша», - внезапно позади неё раздался притягательный мужской голос. Вздрогнув, Дарья обернулась и увидела за своей спиной сурового Рената. Глава 4 Булочка в духовке «Рен... я имею в виду, господин Новиков! Что вы здесь делаете?» Дарью застали врасплох, и она растерянно пыталась подобрать нужные слова. Напуганная девушка поспешно завершила разговор, пытаясь отыскать в лице Рената любые признаки гнева. Когда появился Ренат? Как много он услышал? «Разве мы не собирались сегодня навестить бабушку в больнице?» - нетерпеливо спросил мужчина. В этот момент Дарья вспомнила об их общих планах. Опустив голову, она виновато пробормотала: «Я... Прости». «Хм, - равнодушно хмыкнул Ренат и, не глядя на неё, повернулся и вышел, бросив на ходу. - Пойдём Ошеломлённой девушке потребовалась секунда, прежде чем она пришла в себя и быстро догнала его. По дороге в больницу Дарья пребывала в смятении. Испытывая сложную смесь эмоций, она с тревогой размышляла, не подслушал ли Ренат её разговор с Варварой. Однако затем девушка подумала, что если бы супруг узнал, что она планирует воспитывать ребёнка одна, то сейчас не был бы так спокоен. Они сидели рядом на заднем сиденье в полной тишине. При этом рассеянное поведение Дарьи не осталось без внимания. Не в силах больше это выносить, Ренат нахмурился, слегка повернул голову и спросил: «Что с тобой происходит?» Его глубокий голос напугал Дарью, возвращая к реальности. «Ничего», - поспешно пробормотала она. «Неужели?» - с сомнением в голосе медленно произнёс мужчина. У Дарьи бешено заколотилось сердце. Только она открыла рот, чтобы защититься, как внезапно рядом с её ухом раздался магнетический голос Рената. «Если это действительно пустяк, то почему ты избегаешь меня? Почему не смотришь на меня?» Дарья застыла на месте, не смея пошевелиться. Мужчина едва слышно усмехнулся и нежно взял её за затылок. Краем глаза Дарья заметила, как он медленно наклонился... ...... === Для общественности она была исполнительным секретарём генерального директора. За закрытыми дверями она была женой, которую он никогда официально не признавал. Дарья была счастлива, когда узнала, что беременна. Но радость сменилась ужасом, когда её муж, Ренат, увлёкся своей первой любовью. С тяжёлым сердцем она решила отпустить его и уехать, oн отказался отпустить... Что будет дальше? Количество глав здесь ограничено, нажмите на кнопку ниже, чтобы установить приложение и продолжить чтение более захватывающих глав! (Вы будете автоматически перенаправлены на книгу, когда откроете приложение) &3&	LEARN_MORE	https://fbweb.litradnovie.com/14691418-fb_contact-	Heat stories	https://www.facebook.com/61563777993401/	339	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	fbweb.litradnovie.com	IMAGE		https://fbweb.litradnovie.com/14691418-fb_contact-rur25_2-1115-core1.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=331118&accid=254141414030583&rawadid=120213796282420752	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/467556178_1264694981385621_1408561141787342949_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=CLBvHi5xbBMQ7kNvgFsfNBS&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A8gOGcctCuMY2pbMomVXmLk&oh=00_AYBBN5o2tf3SqTEsRcVpEX7xNYwQ8dxEyr0pub2cBCdmcg&oe=675D809E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Heat stories	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,619,894	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2619899}'	No	2024-12-09 18:45	active	1979	❄️✨ Le Winter Wonder Festival est LÀ ! ❄️✨	🌟🎅 Préparez-vous pour un mois rempli de festivités, de récompenses exclusives et de surprises à ne pas manquer !	LEARN_MORE	https://gamepointbingo.onelink.me/Na03/v0ln6vul	GamePoint Bingo	https://www.facebook.com/bingo/	486,584	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	gamepoint.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://gamepointbingo.onelink.me/Na03/v0ln6vul	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468704657_586150987305023_8053169525910515143_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0n008Bq_PVYQ7kNvgHQ4dmN&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=APU6Aqcfty58KpI8arM0sFk&oh=00_AYB-1UnyVjmNvGaKBmcp6D_bQ_nRWwAZfWnG1lp8kLB54w&oe=675D71FC	PERSON_PROFILE	0	GamePoint Bingo	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,628,818	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2628704}'	Yes	2024-12-10 16:49	active	1985	Double Your Closings Within 12 Months, or We’ll Pay You Up to $50K	Double Your Closings Within 12 Months, or We’ll Pay You Up to $50K	BOOK_TRAVEL	http://fb.me/	253 Realty	https://www.facebook.com/253Realty/	557	1969-12-31 18:00	Book now	fb.me	VIDEO	Are you ready to elevate your real estate career? Join a team that guarantees your success with daily one-on-one coaching, proven strategies, and no cold calling or door knocking. Book a free coaching session today to learn how we help agents like you double their closings. Click to apply now!	http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469626193_504742205924389_7461552583061953544_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=gS_OLi8yOTQQ7kNvgHj7x8B&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AABEjZfDpdx1hCuJ0XM8gM0&oh=00_AYCOn_hybyzoJo6_scclAf2u2ucpDdANRVq-bDKNS2aLYQ&oe=675E877B	PERSON_PROFILE	0	253 Realty	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,625,402	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2625403}'	Yes	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	Online Exclusive \| 15% Off Today	Our Gift to You — Enjoy 15% off your purchase with code GIFT.	SHOP_NOW	https://www.bondno9.com/shop/best-sellers/?utm_sou	Bond No. 9 Parfum	https://www.facebook.com/BondNo9/	166,380	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	bondno9.com	DCO	Complimentary Shipping & Samples	https://www.bondno9.com/shop/best-sellers/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{adset.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469914540_2028591680943908_8601003376208736303_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0yCEgplBGOAQ7kNvgFcRLkW&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Atra13kawrEhaZYQRTnoe8M&oh=00_AYAx9NwAnHMoBvnh1HGtNa0v5beFd8aMk6AisTNSRx79AQ&oe=675D830F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Bond No. 9 Parfum	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,628,830	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-10 16:49	active	1985	2014 Jeep Wrangler	2014 Jeep Wrangler - $18,995.00 Upgraded axles, upgraded everything, show peace, amazing value !! Thanks for looking! Free Local Delivery! 90 day / 3000 miles limited warranty included on most vehicles!! 2 Day Exchange! (Conditions Apply) Catalytic Converter Etch $995 fee is added on most cars Great deal on this one!! We can finance anyone Bad credit, first-time car loan, most competitive interest rates for great credit too and 0 down payment available. Buy-Sell-Trade-Lease Call at 805-465-9700 or come by for a test drive at 2671 Ventura Blvd Oxnard CA 93036 Visit https://101autogroup.com/ to see more cars ** Optional equipment may vary, please see dealer for details. Internet Advertised price is cash price and does not include and of the tax, license or dealer fees, some restrictions apply Facebook Marketplace	CONTACT_US	https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/816192653870	Daniel Christian	https://www.facebook.com/Daniel-Christian-106044442011704/	1	1969-12-31 18:00	Contact us		IMAGE		https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/816192653870689/	1969-12-31 18:00		REGULAR_PAGE	1	Daniel Christian	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,624,833	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2624248}'	No	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	"Mr. Nichols, your wife is experiencing severe postpartum hemorrhage. Please, come and see her for the last time." The doctor anxiously pleaded with the person on the other end of the phone. But Juan Nichols'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 the eyes of the woman lying on the bed. 'Juan, do you hate me so much? ' The machine emitted a flat, cold beep, indicating Debra's vital signs had disappeared. In Debra's 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 died alone and tragically. 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 she has never tried on before. 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. "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, the auction venue was filled with celebrities, and Juan walked to the entrance with Shelia. 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 his assistant 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 and praise. 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/t39.35426-6/462661789_1234587497739090_7609319522996207367_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Dqbb-QxNOSYQ7kNvgEUv2BO&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AZsGA-umUwjLHfIlaoFmXL6&oh=00_AYC6Z9VCTCLZYCUVv8gS7Oryh42-0x89MkvO5mw667KeWg&oe=675D7D18	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,625,529	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2625526}'	No	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	Lose yourself in this legal thriller!	A Hollywood sex scandal. One lawyer, fighting for the victim. But the witnesses are dying…	LEARN_MORE	https://www.amazon.com/Implied-Consent-Maureen-Gou	Keenan Powell, Author	https://www.facebook.com/keenanwrites/	872	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	keenanpowellauthor.com	DCO	amazon/kindle unlimited	https://www.amazon.com/Implied-Consent-Maureen-Gould-Thriller-ebook/dp/B0BKYMP37V?maas=maas_adg_6A6CA33CCCC3E50EEA56E493F7846BC8_afap_abs&ref_=aa_maas&tag=maas	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469316599_946620600688787_7985140661886249402_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=8RDb-v-dvXIQ7kNvgGEgFNz&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A817_k1mCQCSZrEJbN5q_oI&oh=00_AYCwEKLIvlBhD0P8q0YfJ01h8sJCKgB4OBWw6957eov5yA&oe=675D5C39	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Keenan Powell, Author	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,623,582	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2622939}'	No	2024-12-09 19:36	active	1981	Renovations with the General Contractor seal of confidence	If you value quality and reliability when remodeling, America Remodeling is your ideal partner. With our General Contractor license and more than a decade of experience, we deliver results that enhance your property and create the environment you've always dreamed of. → Kitchen, bathroom and interior remodeling → Specialized team for a headache-free project → Focus on durability and beauty in every detail Get in touch for a free quote and see how you can transform your home with the confidence of someone who understands.	GET_QUOTE	http://fb.me/	America Remodeling FL	https://www.facebook.com/americaremodeling.fl/	1	1969-12-31 18:00	Get quote	fb.me	IMAGE	Ensure your renovation before winter	http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469357707_848842743854438_3052034732921133637_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=W8hlfh5jTkoQ7kNvgEa6Htg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AGeSKBVyyHXI4AVOFYFYEEf&oh=00_AYAXOipr2W9gNCVmYw-sDkIWkhJIQqUZkpRt9jVJa9dKcg&oe=675D6668	PERSON_PROFILE	0	America Remodeling FL	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,620,830	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2620821}'	No	2024-12-09 18:57	active	1980	Dive into more episodes!👉👉	Going against his family’s objections, Dave Judd insists on taking Hazel Judd under his wing. However, Kelly Judd beats and humiliates Hazel, forcing her to give up her chance to study at Havor College by threatening her with tuition fees. Hazel is then sent to a vocational school, and her spot at Havor College is given to Kelly’s daughter, Nancy Judd.	WATCH_MORE	http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.s	DramaBox-Movies and drama	https://www.facebook.com/61554338662625/	500,564	1969-12-31 18:00	Watch more	play.google.com	VIDEO		http://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.storymatrix.drama	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469573456_3430091073966093_1100752343292734674_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=BJsAwS8y_sUQ7kNvgG78ort&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Ahn3vvIyWNZDuQHRbErVb6a&oh=00_AYBq4qS9HCNn-A2SvzOwPCuEPNBFA_oKuckrUroZhhX_RQ&oe=675D46D7	PERSON_PROFILE	0	DramaBox-Movies and drama	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,620,849	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2620847}'	Yes	2024-12-09 18:57	active	1980	🔥 I Melted 47lbs at 64 With This New Water Formula...	😢 I used to cry myself to sleep at night. I was 168lbs at 64 years old with back and knee pains, shortness of breath, and no energy. I tried several diets, the gym, and even a crazy injection, and nothing worked. 👩‍⚕️ Finally my Doctor said "Look Kelly, there's a new Water Formula out that has amazing results. Why don't you give it a try?" With nothing to lose I pulled the trigger. Thank God I did because I started shedding pounds week after week! 🔥 It triggered my metabolic hormones and my body began burning fat naturally, just like my Doctor said it would even at my age. 💪 In a short period of time I dropped to 121! I look and feel better than I did when I was in my 30's. This Water Formula changed my whole life! No more huffing and puffing, no more back and knee pains, and I have lots of energy! So maybe this could help you too? Tap "Learn more" now to watch exactly how I did it and start your own transformation today! 👇	LEARN_MORE	https://nutrition-first.net/water-formula	Nutrition First	https://www.facebook.com/nutritionfirstfb2/	11,076	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	nutrition-first.net	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://nutrition-first.net/water-formula	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469611255_928337642574422_1355032226385508057_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=9TnQaizAno8Q7kNvgFRndUF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A8pNgAMGCWNJ1apAxJqCdcm&oh=00_AYC5_0jNMSr_PwSRYokjAytgw9C8Jl4GN46nryJJqgkRnA&oe=675D51CA	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Nutrition First	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,628,512	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2628507}'	No	2024-12-10 16:47	active	1985	Unlock Stacked Summit Monetization	Discover the secrets to a six-figure virtual summit and have a record breaking launch! You’ll learn exactly what goes into wildly successful summits that attract thousands of leads and make you into THE go-to expert in your space. This secret podcast gives you a behind the scenes look at our Stacked Summit Monetization™ strategy, the mindset behind a 6-figure summit, and more. Don’t miss this opportunity to learn the secrets to a life and business changing virtual summit!	LEARN_MORE	https://www.summitinabox.co/private-podcast-fb	Summit In A Box	https://www.facebook.com/summitinabox/	1,027	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	summitinabox.co	DCO		https://www.summitinabox.co/private-podcast-fb	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469861200_501318342268082_9214012033815099704_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=15cN_jixkOUQ7kNvgEsvc_8&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Ape3Yls8dYxl8lViHIgxGJt&oh=00_AYDqrqjWIA_q6sMl21fkj4TuVie0kDS4CYvknQC2eA_NdQ&oe=675E7A0A	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Summit In A Box	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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