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2,624,292	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2624238}'	Yes	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	😍Read the next chapters👉	Madeline felt nauseous, feeling like she needed to purge immediately. She crouched down to clutch the bin and gagged, but nothing came up. Trevon watched, his brow furrowed in disbelief. Why did her sickness stir something in him? Was it a mere coincidence? Seeing her ashen face, it was clear she was unwell. Trevor gave Madeline a questioning look. "Are you sick? When did it start? What's wrong?" Madeline felt the urge to throw up but could not, which only intensified her discomfort. Clinging to the trash can seemed like the only thing she could do. At the sound of his question, her fingers tensed uncontrollably. She forced a casual response. "Maybe it's just a cold. No big deal." "Answer me!" His voice turned sharp, sending a jolt through Madeline, and she murmured almost without thinking. "This afternoon, when you were… I'm just feeling a bit of chest tightness, weak limbs, and a touch of nausea. Typical cold symptoms." She did not bring up the hospital visit, quickly labeling it a cold to avoid any wild guesses. The timing and the symptoms lined up perfectly. 'So, it's because we caught a cold at the same time?' Trevon wondered. Madeline finally let go of her resistance. She deliberately avoided the divorce papers on the table and fetched the sour orange she had bought earlier from the fridge. Her mouth was unbearably uncomfortable, and she craved the relief of something sour. After all, she would need some strength in her hand to sign those papers. The moment she took out the sour orange, its tangy scent filled the room. Catching a glimpse of Trevon standing to the side, watching her with a frown, she hesitated before offering, "Want one?" Trevon looked away, clearly uninterested. Madeline chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, it slipped my mind. You're not into sour stuff." However, as she sliced into the vibrant sour orange and its juicy interior burst with a potent tangy aroma, Trevon seemed unable to look away. Madeline was about to take a bite when she noticed Trevon approaching. His towering presence felt like a wall closing in, making the kitchen feel smaller by the second. Instinctively, Madeline stepped back. "If you don't like it, then I'll just..."	LEARN_MORE	https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=10922&ut	Random Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61560831098071/	21	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	beokn.com	DCO		https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=10922&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/449649369_982697950216881_6633127791340967840_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qCG_B-FbSE0Q7kNvgG7DAxa&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AqL0aAYJ8atyHoyjIDp_VWP&oh=00_AYCEo46Al6MEkw_O7E605dYfN3s3WxZLDopvnERhTypV4Q&oe=675D5F4C	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,619,632	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2619298}'	Yes	2024-12-09 18:45	active	1979		This is your sign, it starts NOW!!! If you’ve been wanting to book that session it’s timeeee ladies! How to enter: - Invite all of your female friends (this is a women only group 🤍) to join our private group Dianne Boudoir👇 - Whoever has the most join wins! (They must accept the invite) - The winner will also receive a secret code for 10% off for their friends 🤫 So what do you win? - A two hour boudoir session with yours truly 😁 - 3 outfits and help planning them 👙 - A private consultation with this girl where we’ll discuss your vision, what you’re comfortable with, and why this is important to you 🤍 - The full online gallery with printing rights (and no, I do not limit the amount of photos I deliver!) Okay but wait, there is a small catch… but I promise, it’s worth it! You are responsible for the studio fee. I can give you my time for free but unfortunately can’t just break into someones property so ya know… Annnnnndddddddd this is for the girlies who are comfortable with their photos being used for marketing purposes. If you’re not one of those girlies, that’s okay! Tag your friends and if they win you can get the secret code for yourself 🤫 Welp that’s it ladies! Have fun and I can’t wait to see who wins!🥰	MESSAGE_PAGE		Dianne & Co.	https://www.facebook.com/dianneandco/	297	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469836758_593845589965044_5669865990931695650_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=MPF9-t-8qQEQ7kNvgEA5tUY&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AixifekBLtZPLxsI9RL2bM3&oh=00_AYDjjuDL3GJTRcHZztyFu2qCasAFZCFNrAKShSzgGP2YWQ&oe=675D5A4C	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Dianne & Co.	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,629,246	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2629242}'	Yes	2024-12-10 16:51	active	1985	Are Your Salon’s Blind Spots Holding You Back?	Most salon owners feel invisible online, lose clients because they can’t respond fast enough, and struggle to stand out in a crowded market. Join our FREE webinar, "How to Double Your Salon Clients (Without Giving Google a Dime)," to learn: ✅ How to get visible and attract more ideal clients. ✅ Proven strategies to build trust and win more referrals. ✅ Tools to automate client communication and grow with ease. 🎉 Bonus: Learn how we helped one client boost their revenue by $157k in 3 months with one simple strategy! Your salon’s growth starts here! 💻	LEARN_MORE	https://takepointsystems.com/salon-broadcast	Take Point	https://www.facebook.com/takepointmarketing/	93	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	takepointsystems.com	DCO		https://takepointsystems.com/salon-broadcast	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469946150_2985474734933313_5163464708296752868_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=PchNpq9X3PcQ7kNvgGinkfu&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AtK4EL2dBnbcHrcumrJXTU8&oh=00_AYD2qmbO0ew7tO_z3qnwbtRHX4Ufh8I7CdUIP2se7GhQ5w&oe=675E99AF	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Take Point	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,621,964	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-09 18:57	active	1980	Grateful Dead Dance Party	Join us Friday December 13th for a Grateful Dead Dance Party & Sagittarius Celebration featuring an A/V Tribute to Phil Lesh & GD remixes from Takimba blended with other funky stuff featuring members of Garcia Birthday Band, Family Mystic, M.G.B.music & Bodhi Mojo to name a few with guest musicians Maxwell Cutty, Adam King, Sean Mclean, Marcello Guitron, Owen Kelly, Jack McGrane, Matty Lala, and Kwaske sitting in throughout the night. Tickets on sale now at https://tinyurl.com/3b4pwb9v	LEARN_MORE	https://www.tixr.com/groups/thegetdownpdx/events/m	TAKIMBA	https://www.facebook.com/DJTAKIMBA/	1,467	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	www.tixr.com	VIDEO		https://www.tixr.com/groups/thegetdownpdx/events/music-never-stops-121429	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469458563_2002347780191455_2571281850798851372_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=JvxtR11_T8UQ7kNvgFlPElk&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AHfwi8B8kDoHoaoYfnWUBU8&oh=00_AYA7gDtLmsfr4_5_pFbO_fiHaMzCrnxZGmtHmvO5raIIeg&oe=675D5D96	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	TAKIMBA	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,625,612	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2625734}'	No	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982		Reminder to join The Buzz of UC Café in spreading holiday cheer! From November 29th to December 15th, we’re hosting a donation drive for the Union City Family Support Center. 🌟🎄 We’re collecting new, unwrapped toys or monetary donations to bring joy to local families this season. The Buzz will also contribute by matching monetary donations based on the number of toys donated! 🎁 Let’s make this holiday season magical together! #UnionCity #UnionCityPA #BuzzofUC #BuzzofUCCafe #ShopLocal #SupportLocalBusiness #CoffeeShop #Christmas #ToyDrive			The Buzz of UC Cafe	https://www.facebook.com/BuzzofUCcafe/	3,494	1969-12-31 18:00			IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469906503_2144688115925226_6408165026980346319_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=rrcbwp204L0Q7kNvgFCRVvJ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AOQSHbxDZmGc-EMde1Z0w_d&oh=00_AYBnLITBKYm39Zya1rbccRGOuW0OXHvyRJIeCetPvJPyuw&oe=675D535D	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	The Buzz of UC Cafe	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,629,218	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2629215}'	Yes	2024-12-10 16:51	active	1985	Online & in the app	Meijer pickup and delivery makes the holidays a good deal better.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.meijer.com/?cmpid=SOC:SOC:FB:P::120120	Meijer	https://www.facebook.com/meijer/	1,534,298	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	meijer.com	DCO	Shop Now	https://www.meijer.com/?cmpid=SOC:SOC:FB:P::12012024:HOL::SilentPickup	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/468907960_1532287127419403_3818550785947417859_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Bh93JTlp8FEQ7kNvgH_E1Bb&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AHlLJciax6zIYTaHmMDAqnK&oh=00_AYDARp3yeRtE6A3Xr6_2R06qc6IEHWB4b4Im1MKzMYfQFw&oe=675E7F73	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Meijer	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,624,479	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2624137}'	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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2,625,117	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2623913}'	No	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	February in Sureton City was wet. It had been drizzling throughout the day, leaving the roads damp. The cold wind brought with it the rain, making Freya Somner shiver. She held an umbrella and curled up while crouching before the entrance to the city hall. It was already 5:00 pm. Would that person come? She was worried as she thought about her grandfather, Neil Somner, who lay sick in bed. Had he finished his IV drip? Would he need to use the restroom? Had Thomas Talbot already gone home? She looked up and scanned the empty streets. The city hall would close for the day at 5:30 pm. She would just grit her teeth and wait for another half an hour, then. If that person didn't show up, she could blame him and tell Neil and Thomas that he'd stood her up. It wasn't because she didn't want to marry him or anything. Neil was sick. As a traditional medicine practitioner, he knew his time was running out. Freya was his only concern—she would be alone in the world once he passed. He'd contacted Thomas, whom he'd saved many years ago. Thomas had promised Neil that he would do everything in his power to help if Neil ever needed it. All Neil had to do was make the call. Years had passed since then, but the call had miraculously gone through. Thomas had shown up the very next day. Neil had explained the situation to him and asked Thomas to help care for Freya in the future. Thomas had generously said, "It's only natural for me to care for her. How about this—I have many grandsons, so I'll have one of them marry Fae as a way of repaying you. That way, she won't be alone." Neil had agreed, leaving Freya with no room to object. She didn't want to marry—she could take care of herself and was fine alone. She was currently staying at the dormitory her university had prepared for graduate students. She even had 2,300 a month as financial aid. Eating at the hospital's and university's cafeterias was cheap—she only needed to spend 15 a day on food. However, Neil had insisted. He felt that it was hard to predict the future, and he would only be able to rest in peace once he saw that marriage certificate. That way, he'd be able to face Freya's parents in the afterlife with no regrets. Freya's parents had died after falling off a cliff. They'd been searching for a herbal catalyst to save Thomas back in the day. It had rained that day, just as it had on this day. Freya had seen her parents' corpses entwined with one another, their hands still clutching the herbal catalyst. After her parents passed away, she and Neil depended on each other for survival. It was on that day that she'd suddenly grown up. She'd studied hard and skipped grades, sitting for her SATs at 17 years old. Then, she'd gotten into Sureton University's medical faculty, joining the seven-year integrated bachelor's and master's program. She only had two years to go before she could graduate and officially start working. Things were starting to look good. Then, Neil had been diagnosed with stomach cancer. It was taking his life away. The screeching of brakes pulled Freya out of her reverie. She looked up at the offroad vehicle before her. It was painted a military green and covered in mud, and the tires were soiled. It was clear the car had ventured through the mountains. The door opened, blocking the man's face from her view. Still, she'd gotten a glimpse of his chiseled features. His bushy brows, tall nose, and deep-set eyes formed a handsome, honest face. With the door open, all Freya could see was the army pants enveloping his long legs and the leather boots he wore. It was a cold day, yet he only wore an olive green T-shirt. He stepped away from the car. Before Freya could take a closer look at his face, he approached her, stopping before her so his boots were level with her eyes. "Are you Freya Somner?" he asked, his voice deep and somewhat daunting. "Yeah." "Let's get married, then." He turned and headed into the city hall. Chapter 2 Freya wanted to stand up, but she'd been crouching for so long that her legs had gone numb. "What's wrong?" the man asked. "My legs have gone numb." She was lifted off her feet as soon as the words were out of her mouth. An unfamiliar scent enveloped her, and she felt her face burn. The man placed her on the seat before the counter. "Get your identification." She kept her head lowered as she obediently placed the things on the counter. "Daniel Talbot," the staff said. "That's me," the man said. "Freya Somner." "Here," Freya said. She looked up at the staff. The staff looked at the identification she held, then at Freya. The latter's eyes were spirited but also carried a hint of naivety. Freya was only 22, but Daniel was already 28. He'd even carried her in. That made the staff suspect whether Freya had been forced into this. She asked, "Are you here to get married at your own will?" "Yes, I am," Freya said. "Alright, then. Fill up these forms, please." At 5:30 pm, Freya and Daniel walked out of the city hall. Freya looked down at her marriage certificate. She'd gone from being single to married once the staff stamped the certificate. She'd married a man she'd met for the first time without even dating him. The whole thing had only taken a matter of minutes. Daniel stopped and looked at her. "Where are you headed now?" She had kept her head down and hadn't been paying attention to the distance between them. She walked right into his chest. Pain spread through her, starting from her nose. Tears welled in Freya's eyes. How could his chest be as hard as a wall? She clamped a hand over her nose and looked at him tearily. "I'm going back to the hospital." He was so tall that her eyes were only level with his chest. It was incredibly muscular and looked just like the diagrams she'd seen in her medical texts. "Get in the car," he said. Freya struggled to open the door. She tugged it with all her strength, but it didn't budge. Daniel saw her from the driver's seat. He waved at her, gesturing for her to back up. Then, he opened the door from inside. "Which hospital are you going to?" he asked. "The county tumor hospital, the one at Percat Street. Thanks." Freya obediently settled in her seat. "Your seatbelt," he said. She put it on, and he started the car. She noticed that his hands and arms were tanned, with protruding veins. He oozed strength and power. Suddenly, Freya's stomach rumbled. The sound was magnified in the silent car. She instinctively held her stomach, her face turning beet red. What was wrong with her? Why did she keep embarrassing herself? Was there something about her that made her incompatible with Daniel? Her stomach continued to rumble for a while. Finally, the car stopped. Freya thought they'd arrived at the hospital and moved to open the door. Then, she looked out and said, "We're not at the hospital." Daniel had already gotten out of the car, though. He headed to a fruit store without looking back at her. Soon, he returned with a bag full of fruits. "I don't know what your grandfather likes, so I bought a little of everything." "He can't eat anything. Doctor's orders." Daniel looked at her, perhaps because she sounded too calm. Only then did Freya notice how deep-set his eyes were. There was a hint of dominance in them. "You have them, then." He placed the bag on her lap. "Have some to tide the hunger. I'm in a rush." Freya wondered whether he was showing his concern for her. A wave of warmth surged in her as she peeled a banana. It was sweet. … The nurse had just removed Neil's IV drip when Freya and Daniel arrived at the ward. Thomas took the marriage certificates from Daniel and Freya and held them before Neil. He said happily, "Look at this, Neil. They're official marriage certificates with the stamps and all. They're genuine!" Neil smiled and nodded weakly. "That's great. I won't have anything to worry about anymore." "Come closer so Neil can see you, Dan," Thomas said. Daniel stepped forward. "Hi, Grandpa." Neil's smile widened. "Hi…" He held Daniel's hand and said, "I'll leave Freya in your hands from now on. She's a softie but is stubborn on the inside. I hope you'll be more tolerant of her and take the time to explain your thoughts to her if you two ever get into an argument." Tears streamed down Freya's face when she heard this. Daniel said, "I will, Grandpa." "Don't worry, Neil. We won't mistreat Freya. Daniel has property and a car—I'll have him show Freya around his place right now. She can move in when she's free," Thomas said. Freya forgot about crying and stared at Thomas in shock when she heard that. Didn't she and Daniel only have to get married? Why did they even have to live together? "Go on, then. It's still light out, so you can see what the place is like," Neil said. Daniel and Freya headed to his place under Thomas' urging. Chapter 3 Daniel's apartment was in Sureton City's central commercial area. It was an expensive area with good infrastructure—the medical and education systems were well-established. The residential area was right next to Sureton City's largest park. Freya looked at the minimalist, almost stark apartment. The marble coffee table was covered in a layer of dust. "This is your home?" "Yeah." Daniel also saw the dust. "I don't usually stay here." That didn't make sense at all. Why would anyone not live in their own home? Freya couldn't understand it. "There's a card here that you can use to pay for the utilities." He opened a drawer in the TV cabinet to show her. "If anything needs fixing, you can speak to the management office. "I'll have someone clean up the place later. There are two rooms, so you can pick whichever one you want. Feel free to use the study as well…" Freya observed the place. It was well renovated but showed no signs of being lived in. There weren't even any plates or utensils around. "What am I to you?" she suddenly asked. "My wife." "But I feel like your mistress," she said boldly. She didn't know whether Daniel had a girlfriend or anything—perhaps he'd only married her due to Thomas' pressure. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made her wait a whole afternoon for him, only arriving right before the city hall closed for the day. "What are you getting at?" Daniel asked. "I'm fine with getting a divorce if you already have a partner—our grandfathers have seen the marriage certificates, anyway. I don't want to inadvertently end up as a homewrecker." She respected the elderly but wouldn't do anything immoral just to comply with Neil's and Thomas' wishes. Daniel understood now. "I'm single. I usually stay at the military camp in the mountains." Freya recalled his offroad vehicle and the mud on it. That, coupled with his outfit, made her realize just who he was. "I'm sorry for misunderstanding you." "It's fine. I'll take you back to the hospital now—you can move in here whenever it's convenient for you." "What about you?" she blurted. Then, she disdained herself for asking. What did his matters have to do with her? "I need to head back after this. There's an urgent mission I need to handle." That was the last thing Daniel said to her. … Shortly after Daniel left, Neil's condition took a turn for the worse, and a new semester started. Freya bustled back and forth between the university and the hospital daily. On days when Neil felt better, he could even hold Freya's hand and reminisce with her. Neither of them mentioned that rainy night, though. He kept telling her that life was long and that she had to live well independently. However, he also told her she couldn't expect to do everything herself. She had to give in occasionally. Daniel looked like a good man, and they had to communicate with each other. They had to understand each other… Neil said many things. Freya wanted to object to everything and tell him that none of that mattered. She wanted him to know that she only wanted to spend her life with him in a small town called Floriver Town. She wanted to read medical texts and pick herbs with him. However, as a doctor, she was rational enough to know there was no chance of them ever returning to that life. The reports and data she saw every day were enough to tell her that Neil's condition was deteriorating. She cried almost daily throughout that month but hid it well. Neil never noticed. One day, white clouds floated in the blue sky. Freya drew the curtains, allowing the sunlight to stream into the room. Neil was in good spirits. "The weather is so nice today, Fae. Maybe you should take me off my oxygen tube now." He sounded calm, but Freya faltered while clipping his nails. She acted like she hadn't heard him and moved on to the next finger. "I can't take it anymore, Fae. I'm on drug every day, but it still hurts so bad. I'm begging you, okay?" His plea made Freya's nose prickle. Tears rolled down her face and landed on the floor, fading within seconds. Neil was a proud and strong man who'd never begged anyone in his life. Now… It looked like she really had to let him go. She slowly shut her eyes, sounding choked up as she said, "Okay. I'll get a doctor after I'm done clipping your nails." "The weather is so nice today that I feel so much more relaxed," Neil said. He lifted a hand with difficulty to caress her head one last time. It reminded her of how he'd praised her whenever she could memorize the things she'd read in the medical texts. After Freya signed the necessary documents, the doctor removed Neil's oxygen tube. She stood by his bedside and held his hand until his body became devoid of warmth. Thomas helped her with Neil's funeral, after which he urged her to move into Daniel's apartment. Chapter 4 Two years passed in the blink of an eye. "There's no time to eat, Dr. Somner. We're being dispatched for a house call." Freya was in a hospital's emergency room. When she heard the nurse, Jade Winton, call her, she put a folder over her unfinished instant mac and cheese and left the doctor's lounge. "Where's Dr. Wood?" she asked while wearing a mask. She hurried to catch up with Jade. "He's accompanying Lena for a prenatal check. I've called him, and he's on his way." Jade grabbed a first-aid kit and an extra bag of gauze and bandages. She handed them to Freya. "What's the situation? Why do we need so many bandages and gauze?" "A luxury jewelry store was robbed. The store's staff called the police, but the robbers discovered them and took ten staff hostage. We're being dispatched to provide medical assistance," Jade said. She told Freya everything she knew, then added, "Don't be rash later. Leave everything to Dr. Wood." "Got it. Thanks, Jade." Freya's mentor, Jason Wood, arrived at the same time as Freya and Jade. He was a tall, skinny man whose hairline was receding. He'd come from a prenatal check with his wife, Lena Johnson, and had already changed into his uniform. It made him look particularly spirited. "What's the situation?" he asked as he got into the car. "A jewelry store's been robbed. The robbers are armed," Jade said. Silence descended upon the car. They didn't know what they were facing but had to go at it regardless. Medicine knew no borders, and all lives were equal in worth. They had to save lives as long as they were at risk. When Freya and the others arrived, the police had already secured the scene. A crowd consisting of spectators and staff from various media outlets gathered behind the police line, surrounding the place and making it hard for anyone to get through. Police cars and vehicles belonging to a SWAT team were parked outside the jewelry store. There were also three buses with the windows tinted black. Freya followed Jason out of the car. A man who looked like an administrator hurried over to them, looking anxious. "The robbers need a doctor in there to save their comrade. Which one of you two will go in?" Freya looked at the jewelry store. It had three floors and was a corner lot with an expansive view. A mall was behind it, which meant it probably had more than one exit. "I'll go," Jason said, dragging Freya out of her reverie. She gave him a disagreeable look. "No way. I'll go, Dr. Wood. You have parents and children to care for, and Lena's conceived with your second child. You can't go in there." "You can't, either. You're inexperienced." Jason's attitude was firm. "The situation is complicated. I'm the only one who can head in there." Freya didn't argue with him. She turned to the administrator and volunteered. "I'll go, sir. I've passed the medical board exam and can practice independently. I don't have any dependents or relatives to care for." He looked at her. She was young and so nervous that she clenched her fists, but her expression was calm. She was bold, but her courage needed some training. "You can go, then. We don't know the situation inside, so we can only act when the Falcon Strike Unit arrives. All you need to do when you get in there is to save whoever is injured. Drag things out for as long as possible while ensuring your safety and wait for help." "Understood, sir." Freya wore her medical cap and gave herself a mental pep talk. "Freya…" Jason started. "I have to gain experience since I don't have it, Dr. Wood. You have to give me a chance," she said. That was what medicine was like. One had to be bold and careful while constantly defeating one's old self. That way, one would only become a better version of oneself. Jason knew what Freya was like. She'd met various people when treating patients. When some of them criticized or insulted her, she wouldn't take it lying down. Her retorts left much to be desired, though. For instance, if a patient said she was incapable and that a doctor online had told them this and that, she would say, "I'll leave, then. You can ask your online doctor to treat you." Once, someone had shouted at her, saying she was useless. She'd clapped back, calling that person the useless one. "Do you guys have a bulletproof vest or something? Give one to her." Jason knew nothing he said would change Freya's mind. The administrator gave one of his subordinates a look. A member of the SWAT team brought a bulletproof vest over. Freya took her doctor's coat off and put the bulletproof vest on over her T-shirt. Then, she put her uniform on. Chapter 5 Jade handed Freya the first-aid kit before hanging the stethoscope from her neck. "You're just going to ignore everything I told you before we came here, aren't you? You're bound to get into trouble if you continue like this." "No one is more suitable than me, Jade," Freya said calmly. "It's not like the military region's general hospital lacks doctors. If you turn them down, they'll arrange for someone else to come." "But it's too far away. They'll take at least 30 minutes to arrive. That doesn't conform to the principles of pre-hospitalization emergency care." Jade was one of the emergency room's most experienced nurses, so she knew Freya was right. It was the only thing they could do under the circumstances. The administrator held a loudspeaker and shouted toward the store, "The doctor is coming. Open the door." A hoarse voice rang out as soon as the words were out of his mouth. "Put the first-aid kit on the ground and turn in a circle. Then, take everything out of the first-aid kit and lay them on the ground." Freya did as told. She'd just placed the final tool on the ground when the hoarse voice rang out again. "Put the things back in and come inside." Freya packed everything back. She was about to enter the store when she felt a cool breeze. Curious, she looked in the direction it had come. A helicopter was hovering in midair in one of the jewelry store's blind spots. A tall figure in camouflage slid down the rope and made a smooth landing. It happened in seconds. Freya stared at the man, finding his figure incredibly familiar. He wore a black mask, and his sharp eyes flitted past her. Then, he hid behind the wall. Another team member landed behind him. "Come in," the hoarse voice urged loudly. He sounded impatient. Freya knew she had to enter the store since these people had yet to infiltrate it. Once she understood that, she didn't hesitate to head inside. As soon as she pushed open the door, she smelled the metallic scent of blood. Suddenly, someone grabbed her by the neck and roughly dragged her inside. Then, he flung her onto the floor and commanded, "Save him." She looked at the man on the floor. His mask, shaped like a pig's head, had been thrown aside. He looked ashen while struggling to breathe and had cyanosis of the nail bed. These were all signs of a lack of oxygen. Freya checked him and concluded that he was having an asthma attack. His throat had swelled up, leading to breathing difficulties. She searched his bag while muttering, "Where's the inhaler?" Asthma patients would bring their inhalers when they were out, but she didn't find one in his bag. "What are you looking for?" a man in a mask shaped like a dog's head asked. "His inhaler," she said. "He doesn't have one. Do a cricothyrotomy on him right now." Freya was taken aback. "How are you related to him? You know how to save him?" Suddenly, he pressed a gun to her forehead. "Shut up if you don't want to die. Just do as I say!" The iciness of the metal made Freya's heart clench. Her mind went blank for a second, and she couldn't think. "Hurry up!" He kicked her shoulder. The pain made her snap to her senses. She forced herself to calm down and took a deep breath before commencing anatomical positioning and sterilization. Then, she inserted a thick injection needle into the cricothyroid membrane. The process didn't take long, and the man gradually started looking better. Suddenly, a black thing landed not far from Freya. Before she realized what it was, a few more followed. The inside of the store was quickly filled with smoke, and people started yelling. The alarm went off. Freya wanted to take advantage of the chaos to hide, but a hand wrapped around her neck. A gun was pressed to her forehead, and someone snarled, "You're coming with me." Chapter 6 The man dragged Freya to a secluded corner to hide. The cold feeling against her temple made her compliant. Her palms grew sweaty as she stood there, and she could hear her heart racing. No matter how nervous or scared she was, she could only place her faith in the Falcon Strike Unit and tightly hold the needle in her hand. A few minutes later, red lights flashed at them. The man dragged Freya out of their hiding spot. Before she could even see what was happening, she heard a muffled groan behind her. Then, there was a thump, and the robber's hand fell before her. She was still lost when a team of three surrounded her. A familiar voice said, "Take her out, Rabbit." "Roger, Falcon." This voice belonged to a woman. Rabbit, or Loren Smith, turned to Freya. "Come with me." Freya turned to look at the familiar man while following Loren out. He glanced at her while walking up the stairs, and his sharp eyes matched the ones in her memory. She asked Loren, "Is the person you called Falcon Daniel Talbot?" Loren faltered. Then, she continued walking out while observing their surroundings. She didn't respond to Freya's question, but Freya knew she was right. After leaving the jewelry store, the situation outside left no room for Freya to be pensive. She threw herself into work—the jewelry store's staff had more or less been injured. Jason was rescuing the most critically injured ones, so she had to handle those who were only bruised or scraped. The injured staff came and went as she stopped the bleeding, cleaned wounds, and bandaged them. "Freya." She looked up in the middle of stopping a patient's bleeding to see black leather boots before her. Then, she raised her head to find Daniel standing before her. She looked away and continued with her work. "Yes?" "Help me clean this up." He'd taken his mask off, his tanned face unreadable. It had been two years since they'd last seen each other. Now that they were reunited, Freya still couldn't help feeling a little scared of him. Based on what she remembered, he was a little domineering, and he spoke and acted brusquely. "I'm almost done here." She picked up the pace and recorded the time. Then, she called out to Jade, who was somewhere behind her, "I'm done with the last one, Jade. They can be sent to the hospital now." She turned back to Daniel. "Have a seat." She sterilized her hands and scanned him. There didn't seem to be any wounds on him, so she asked, "Where's your injury?" "The side of my abdomen." He lifted his shirt, revealing the bandage around his waist. Freya crouched before him, finding that the bandage had already been stained with blood. She removed it and looked at the stitches on the neat wound—it was a knife wound. He asked, "How have you been for the past two years?" "Not too bad." "I was on a mission abroad when your grandfather passed. I've only just returned." Freya faltered. Daniel was explaining why he had missed Neil's funeral. Her voice remained calm as she said, "I understand." They didn't speak anymore after that. Freya didn't ask about the wound, merely cleaning it and bandaging it again. She stood up and took off her gloves, throwing them into the medical waste bin. "You'll have to be careful with your wound for some time. It'll take longer for you to recover if you keep reopening it." "Thanks," he said. "You're welcome." Their conversation was polite and distant. "This is yours, right?" Daniel suddenly held out a sandalwood bracelet with an emerald pendant in the middle. Freya's face was carved on it—it didn't look much like her, though. It was a bracelet her father had made for her. "Yes, it is. Thanks." She reached out for it. Her fingers brushed against his palm as she took the bracelet from him, making her heart skip a beat. She immediately retracted her hand. "I'm leaving." Daniel stood up. He straightened his shirt and returned to his unit. Freya watched as the helicopter started up. The blades spun, lifting the aircraft into the air. Then, it flew away. "Let's go, Dr. Somner. We're taking a police car back," Jade called. Freya snapped to her senses. The helicopter was no longer in sight. All that was left was a vortex cloud left from its tail. She tightened her grip on the bracelet and packed everything up. Then, she ran to Jade with the first-aid kit and medical waste bag in hand. … After the incident, Jason requested that she be placed under counseling and given a month off. Freya returned to work after only three days at home, though. "Go home and rest," he said. "I need to do something with my hands, Dr. Wood." Jason pressed a hand to his forehead and threw her a pair of gloves. "Go to the debridement room and change the dressing for the patients there. You're not allowed to go on house calls or dispatches in the future." "Why?" Freya didn't get it.	LEARN_MORE	https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=15224&ut	Random Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/	323	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	beokn.com	DCO		https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=15224&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465177296_583272707382050_3697801936779761977_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=kitqC4N2Q24Q7kNvgGKRtkT&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A6NmLnNe3rwn79sbYOF9Rky&oh=00_AYAszude5QwTbUzN-YUBNizsIGchmFzSZjNVxghzNV_Uow&oe=675D5791	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,628,221	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2628219}'	Yes	2024-12-10 16:45	active	1985	Sorrento \| Dayton, Ohio	Centerville City Schools	LEARN_MORE	https://www.mihomes.com/new-homes/ohio/dayton-metr	M/I Homes, Inc.	https://www.facebook.com/MIHomesInc/	58,451	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	mihomes.com	CAROUSEL	Centerville City Schools	https://www.mihomes.com/new-homes/ohio/dayton-metro/washington-township/sorrento?utm_source=facebook&utm_campaign=featured-community-cincy-sorrento_carousel-traffic&utm_medium=social-paid&utm_content=socialcard&utm_term=consumer	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469861030_595586743154103_6295692601933896022_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=bTO8wfWTnEIQ7kNvgF27ur7&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ABMBivLTzSZ5I2EAC39vpLm&oh=00_AYBbKjnxjfaCpfLa7gkJQxm6pnZ2N-hnz31cf_cKuRdjnA&oe=675EA16E	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	M/I Homes, Inc.	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,621,228	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-09 18:57	active	1980	2000 Trojan Express by Carver 320 express cruiser	2000 Trojan Express by Carver 320 express cruiser - $44,900.00 For sale is an awesome Trojan by Carver Express Cruiser. 35 ft, super plush seats, upgraded sea floors, twin 350 fuel injected Mercruiser motors, generator, Simrad navigation system. Great interior with full head, kitchen, large L shaped couch, frig, power anchor, comfy bed, the works. Well taken care of, everything in great shape. Comes with a slip in State Park Marina paid for a year. This is a bonus since the wait list there is 3 years. Facebook Marketplace	CONTACT_US	https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/257433599295	Jim Kelly	https://www.facebook.com/Jim-Kelly-328895841103335/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Contact us		IMAGE		https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/2574335992955988/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469649044_2019028591903857_3003501725215610143_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ou1IiBfYu3AQ7kNvgHe6z5-&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A6iqJRXH5BnqzmwaBZUEzDh&oh=00_AYAgPHvzT4uzjZKoKE4n_X-wnilhDWfym5vDsqhvpArShg&oe=675D6B7B	REGULAR_PAGE	1	1	Jim Kelly	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,622,067	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2622070}'	No	2024-12-09 18:57	active	1980	Seats are flying!	🎉 Ring in the New Year with Grace Kelly @ The Jazz Kitchen 🥳 Dec 31 - 7:30pm & 10:30pm 🍾 Celebrate w/ food, drinks & jazz	SHOP_NOW	https://www.instantseats.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=	The Jazz Kitchen	https://www.facebook.com/indyjazzkitchen/	32,803	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	instantseats.com	DCO	Secure yours now	https://www.instantseats.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=home.event&eventID=8E78202D-F6A7-0D8A-FDB7A6066F552A4E	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469097886_1101848391287383_7713954038682441512_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ok84KfAI3mAQ7kNvgE21xxb&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AvtktmyWNvJZbozRElScGkd&oh=00_AYDiCwoEqUbbmljZIy-7jQ0mQL3A7FJU3E1mhB6uoKlMsA&oe=675D5CD9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	The Jazz Kitchen	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,626,937	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-10 04:54	active	1984		GIVEAWAY 1-Follow 2-Like + Share On Your Story 3- Tag 2 Friends In The Comments + Let Us Know If You Want The Soldier Tee Or The Dollar Hoodie & Your Size 4- EXTRA POINT If You Subscribe To Our Sms List For 10% Off ( Optional). [Winner Announces on November 21] Infos •Soldier Tee: 300Gsm, 100% Organic Cotton & We Use Dtg Print. •Dollar Hoodie: 500Gsm, 100% Organic Cotton & Dtg Print	LEARN_MORE	https://plan-t.store/	planoftum	https://www.instagram.com/_u/planoftum	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	plan-t.store	VIDEO		https://plan-t.store/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/460692060_535127552339510_3693151031202313188_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=kyCoSmzniD8Q7kNvgGkrh3A&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYAQwcdK_YOgyLlOgk-XOMLXdrrAa2rzE0HEMgkZFL-h3A&oe=675DEA7D	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	0	planoftum	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,622,078	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2622070}'	No	2024-12-09 18:57	active	1980	Seats are flying!	🎉 Ring in the New Year with Grace Kelly @ The Jazz Kitchen 🥳 Dec 31 - 7:30pm & 10:30pm 🍾 Celebrate w/ food, drinks & jazz	SHOP_NOW	https://www.instantseats.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=	The Jazz Kitchen	https://www.facebook.com/indyjazzkitchen/	32,803	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	instantseats.com	DCO	Secure yours now	https://www.instantseats.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=home.event&eventID=8E78202D-F6A7-0D8A-FDB7A6066F552A4E	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469097886_1101848391287383_7713954038682441512_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ok84KfAI3mAQ7kNvgE21xxb&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AvtktmyWNvJZbozRElScGkd&oh=00_AYDiCwoEqUbbmljZIy-7jQ0mQL3A7FJU3E1mhB6uoKlMsA&oe=675D5CD9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	The Jazz Kitchen	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,629,174	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2628703}'	No	2024-12-10 16:51	active	1985	Valued at $3970, NOW $999⚡️	Transform Your Smile with Our Computer-Guided Implants 🔥 Promotion includes: ‣ Implant (1 unit) ‣ Implant Surgery ‣ CBCT Scan ‣ Surgical Guide All payment forms accepted 💵🪪💳 Free evaluation & multilingual staff 🇺🇸🇧🇷🇪🇸 Book now before Dec 31st deadline! ⏳ Disclaimer: Implant Crown not included Special Can not be combined with other offers and insurance 1590 Nw 10th Ave Ste, 401 Boca Raton, Fl, 33486 Dr. Ivan Vega . General Dentist DN 17333 @vegasmilestudio #dentalimplants #dentalimplantsurgery #implantes #implants #dental #dentalcare #boca #bocaraton #florida #vegasmilestudio #oralhealth	MESSAGE_PAGE		Vega Smile Studio	https://www.facebook.com/VegaSmileStudioDentist/	743	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		DCO	{{product.description}}		1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469889636_1606020096969641_7448963016005677600_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=EE8XqbzLaWAQ7kNvgFk1bS5&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AbJfPJzVpOyhQxbsqYMb4Xu&oh=00_AYD7fHDagAbzpIe00rsD4axQ8Do_MM3aBNVFq9VXlKtwCA&oe=675EACC5	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Vega Smile Studio	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,622,164	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2622172}'	No	2024-12-09 18:57	active	1980			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/opyumexpresseast	opyumexpresseast	https://www.instagram.com/_u/opyumexpresseast	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/opyumexpresseast	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/384301925_1996009854095317_8373893908513348245_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=XNOhRZG92_8Q7kNvgFaHLaE&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYBMETpH9Pk9oNDJTmfOftw4voKOMrxmxXomar5lJbLHrg&oe=675D66B2	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	0	opyumexpresseast	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,624,304	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2624302}'	No	2024-12-09 21:03	active	1982	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	After a tragic accident left Emily Yates without her memories, she fell in love with her savior, Justin Yates, unaware that he was hiding the truth and using her as a stand-in for his first love. For three long years, Emily poured everything into the relationship, hoping he would love her back. But on the day Justin proposed, he held his "one true love" in his arms and left Emily stranded on a foreign street, still expecting her to remain his secret mistress. * “Didn’t I tell you to go home? Why are you still here?” Justin’s voice dripped with disdain and impatience, as if his irritation had taken on a life of its own. Emily stood her ground, unafraid. She needed answers. “You proposed to me in Merika State just 16 hours ago, but now you’re holding another woman and completely ignoring me. And you’re not even coming home? Staying out all night?” “Stop being unreasonable. Leave. Now,” he ordered, his voice cold and commanding, his gaze on her as though she were an unruly employee who had crossed the line. Emily wasn’t leaving without answers. “You think I’m being unreasonable? I’m your fiancée. You left me on the street in a foreign country to carry another woman away without a second thought. Did you ever consider how I felt? “I’ll go, but only if you leave the hospital with me. There are doctors and nurses here to care for that woman. Right now, you’re coming home with me.” Desperate, Emily reached out to grab Justin’s arm. But before she could make contact, her arm was blocked by Justin’s personal bodyguard, William Carter. Emily was stunned, unable to believe what she was seeing. It felt as though her heart was being torn in two. “What do you mean by this?” Emily’s voice trembled, mirroring the unease in her heart. Justin didn’t respond. He stared at her with cold, detached eyes, as if she were a stranger and not the fiancée he had just proposed to. Finally, he spoke, his words sharp and emotionless. “Don’t be childish.” Childish? Once, he had said he loved how she depended on him, how she claimed him for herself. And now he was calling her childish? “If you want to stay here with her, then what about our marriage? You proposed to me just today!”	LEARN_MORE	https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=15056&ut	Random Reading	https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/	323	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	beokn.com	DCO		https://beokn.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=15056&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/t39.35426-6/464524242_869324355322502_5461206031477697920_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=pxAObUj8l4EQ7kNvgF0KqCU&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Awy3FldhJSJqSWMhykW5XgS&oh=00_AYAEpb5y_hQitF1BMZy80XrOg68CXMh5DNcJAyTxg2TVcg&oe=675D5AEA	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Random Reading	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,626,992	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-10 04:54	active	1984	FREE Toy Giveaway	❄️ Tis the Season for FREE Family Fun & 5G Savings! ❄️ Join us for a FREE Winter Holiday Event at the Boost Mobile store at 740 Perry Ave Big Rapids, MI 49307 on 12/12/2024! 🎁 The first 50 kids get a FREE TOY! 🎁 Plus, discover amazing deals on the latest 5G smartphones and family plans. This event is FREE and open to everyone! Come celebrate the season with us. #HolidayCheer #FamilyFun #5GSavings #BoostMobile	EVENT_RSVP	https://www.facebook.com/events/1115173243290520/	Boost Mobile - Local Events	https://www.facebook.com/oneboostnation/	5,997	1969-12-31 18:00	INTERESTED	FREE Toy Giveaway	EVENT	❄️ Tis the Season for FREE Family Fun & 5G Savings! ❄️ Join us for a FREE Winter Holiday Event at Boost Mobile! 🎁 The first 50 kids get a FREE TOY! 🎁 Plus, discover amazing deals on the latest 5G smartphones and family plans. This event is FREE and open to everyone! Come celebrate the season with us! #HolidayCheer #FamilyFun #5GSavings #BoostMobile	https://www.facebook.com/events/1115173243290520/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469410045_1494260184790472_803764441528373523_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=NLWvx7mR2ywQ7kNvgGxocp8&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AjbiHvjUvQAz4bEkSouYYJ-&oh=00_AYCpcm_yD-FjR0zHklQg659WxCP2QkvDWDq-ZaB2SISzXQ&oe=675DE099	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	Boost Mobile - Local Events	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,619,603	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2619298}'	Yes	2024-12-09 18:45	active	1979		💚🎁 Shifa Clinic Holiday Giveaway Event this Friday! Come early and don’t miss out on the holiday cheer 🎄🧡 The first 150 families will receive holiday food boxes & a frozen poultry. PLUS! The first 40 participants will also receive a frozen turkey, generously donated by Cricket Wireless. Be sure to take advantage of the free health screenings, flue vaccines, diapers, hygiene kits, and more! 🧡💚 First come, first served. 📅Details are in the flyer — we can’t wait to see you there! #HolidayGiveaway #ShifaMeansHealing #healingwithlove #CricketMobile			ICNA Relief- Shifa Free Clinic, SC	https://www.facebook.com/TheShifaClinic/	2,332	1969-12-31 18:00			MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469695455_1093149775582792_5671755820704995783_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=rV1DRGNt8XQQ7kNvgHGT5BB&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ACcW4NzsM7gEkojGyf6-Dg2&oh=00_AYBIizc0-tTpBlCzA1hmqK25Imnt1gc2Q3tsry7cGXbKiA&oe=675D6DC4	PERSON_PROFILE	0	0	ICNA Relief- Shifa Free Clinic, SC	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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