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2,636,953	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-11 18:42	active	1990			LEARN_MORE	https://alpenhaus.com/	Alpenhaus Outerwear	https://www.facebook.com/61567308330857/	30	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	alpenhaus.com	CAROUSEL		https://alpenhaus.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469971380_1325559211944355_730464633020886186_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=FhcxuqMmXqMQ7kNvgEWjxdR&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A78HfqSDbf-G1Ojxf-p7gyo&oh=00_AYDbQceedoU-S73khbZpCuPfyr1OZh85epidZInHUl0M2g&oe=675FEF0F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Alpenhaus Outerwear	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,636,962	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-11 18:42	active	1990	1 Bed 1 Bath - House	1 Bed 1 Bath - House - $1,950.00 1800 Sq. Ft. Flex Space Building with Office & Garage Bays in Commerce Park, Poplar Bluff, MO Available for long-term lease, this versatile 1800 square foot shop building is located in the sought-after Commerce Park, just minutes outside of Poplar Bluff, MO. Perfect for light industrial or commercial use, the property offers: Two spacious garage bays with 10x10 overhead doors for easy vehicle or equipment access A 12x15 office space, ideal for administrative work or client meetings A well-maintained bathroom for convenience Heated and cooled interior to ensure year-round comfort Ample parking and outdoor space for your business needs Located in a small, quiet industrial park, this property offers a professional setting with easy access to major highways. Whether you're looking to expand your operations or start fresh in a prime location, this shop building provides the flexibility and functionality you need. Septic is included, all other utilities will be on the tenant Contact MLT Rentals today to schedule a viewing! 573-686-2277 Tags: Camper camping ever boat mini storage unit self storage store cleanout yard sale auction free come get it need gone rzr ranger side by side dirt bike antique collectible collection signs porcelain sign equipment tractor kubota lawn mower John Deere case international bedroom living room office furniture suite sweet bed king queen full twin couch love seat recliner mattress fridge refrigerator oven washer dryer dishwasher Honda Kawasaki Polaris riverboat paperwork books media clothing clothes size files valuables cars trucks suv used new appliance rental rent business opportunity 1 bed 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 motorcycle rare seasonal seasons Christmas halloween decorations decor decoration Uhaul Penske toys baby toddler infant moving move sale tools parts snap on Matco toolbox impact ratchet sports baseball basketball supplies football tennis shoes accessories jewelry for kids and a couple other items memorabilia inventory warehouse wood cargo enclosed keep wheels jeep Toyota race car bourbon neon light lights lighted led camp store comic books Superman Batman Harley Davidson golf cart concession mobile wedding welding airstream fishing Mac big small coach MOTORHOME executive atv dolly box boxes metal steel custom made in leather goods computer dell hp printer tv television vcr dvd file cabinet stereo surround sound junk desk gold silver holiday folder screen with raffle giveaway commercial lease residential property Workout gym gmc Chevy ford trailer Corvette Porsche 911 CTSV GTO CADILLAC ALLEGRO WINNABEGO IPHONE MOBILE ACCESSORIES baby clothes stroller beach river lake cabin acres real estate business house apartment condo moving mover truck hot rod classic tires landscape table chairs dinner dining backyard outdoor indoor antique vintage home garden vehicles handmade homemade travel tiny downsizing dinner games family ideas broken project needs work Toyota Nissan Tacoma 4Runner Camry gas saver f250 Cummins ram grand wagoneer f150 dually ev electric Tesla side hustle money maker machine cat tractor equipment utility gooseneck concession stand lawn care house dog cat pet animal construction hvac ac heated furnace route candy soda vending snack little small big large office warehouse industrial store shelving pallet sale business opportunity flex space desk executive mall side hustle money maker making cash fast investment invest investing Facebook Marketplace	CONTACT_US	https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/274608329890	Morgan Taylor	https://www.facebook.com/Morgan-Taylor-109084167534448/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Contact us		IMAGE		https://facebook.com/marketplace/item/2746083298906966/	1969-12-31 18:00		REGULAR_PAGE	1	Morgan Taylor	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,636,955	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2636953}'	Yes	2024-12-11 18:42	active	1990			LEARN_MORE	https://alpenhaus.com/	Alpenhaus Outerwear	https://www.facebook.com/61567308330857/	30	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	alpenhaus.com	CAROUSEL		https://alpenhaus.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469971380_1325559211944355_730464633020886186_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=FhcxuqMmXqMQ7kNvgEWjxdR&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A78HfqSDbf-G1Ojxf-p7gyo&oh=00_AYDbQceedoU-S73khbZpCuPfyr1OZh85epidZInHUl0M2g&oe=675FEF0F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Alpenhaus Outerwear	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,642,688	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-11 21:18	active	1993		Emerging from the confines of marriage, she blossomed from a mundane housewife to a renowned painter with a legion of admirers. When her ex-husband sought reconciliation at her doorstep, he witnessed her in the arms of a prominent man. "Meet your new sister-in-law!" ===== In the dimly lit, opulent private cinema, the most exclusive jewelry auction was being broadcast live. "One million, going once, going twice--" The rich cadence of the auctioneer's voice echoed through the room, the man tightened his grip around Alicia Bennett's waist... With the intensity between them only grew fiercer as time passed... The auctioneer's gavel fell. "Sold for ten million! Let's give a round of applause to Mr. Joshua Yates!" The name struck Alicia like a lightning bolt. Her body instantly went rigid, something that the man couldn't help but notice, flicked lazily toward the screen. The camera zoomed in on Joshua Yates's face, every detail of his familiar features displayed in perfect clarity. "Joshua Yates, the second son of the Yates family... an acquaintance perhaps?" he drawled, the corners of his mouth tugging into a sly smile. Alicia's frown deepened. The last thing she wanted was to discuss it, she didn't respond. The man, upon seeing the situation, chuckled lightly before his movements grew even more relentless... ...... When it was over, Alicia took advantage of the man's time in the shower and quietly made her escape. When Caden Ward finally emerged from the bathroom, not catching sight of the woman's figure, he curled his lips slightly. Moments later, his assistant, Hank Ford, burst into the room, clearly on edge, "Er, apologies, Mr. Ward. I let my guard down. Give me a moment, and I'll have her brought back immediately." They had just returned to the country, taking every precaution. And yet, a woman had managed to slip through the cracks of their security. Caden's features calm, almost indifferent. "No need. I was... a willing participant." Hank's eyes widened in shock. In all the time he'd known Caden, the man had never slept with a woman,even physical contact. There were even rumors that Caden might suffer from some secret ailment. Yet now, those whispers seemed to evaporate in the face of this unexpected turn of events. Before Hank could make sense of it, Caden's deep voice pulled him back to reality. "I want you to look into Joshua's personal life. Have the report on my desk in half an hour." Tonight, Alicia had stumbled into his room, feverish and desperate. It was obvious she'd been framed. And then came the revelation--Alicia was still a pureness. Two years of marriage to Joshua... Yet she was still untouched? Caden's lips curled into a satisfied smile. But as he reflected, one thing became abundantly clear--Alicia had no idea who she'd been with due to the dug's effects. ... By the time Alicia returned home, the first light of dawn filtered through the windows. Only then did she realize how long she had been out. But before she could dwell any further, her phone rang. It was her bestie, Monica Flynn, calling. "Alicia!" Monica practically screeched from the other end of the line, her voice high-pitched with worry. "How are you now?" Alicia exhaled deeply, kicking off her shoes carelessly. "I've been better," she murmured. Monica's anger bubbled over, her words sharp and unrelenting. "Joshua's beyond disgusting! If he doesn't want to stay married, he should just grow a spine and divorce you already! What kind of sick man would scheme against his own wife?" The sharp pain of betrayal shot through Alicia's chest. Yesterday was their second anniversary. Joshua had texted her, suggesting they celebrate. Daring to hope he had changed, she had dressed up to the nine's, only to be met with disappointment and a dug-laced drink that sent her spiraling into a night of confusion and chaos. Was Joshua really the mastermind behind this? Swallowing the bitterness that tried clawing its way to the surface, Alicia forced herself to climb the stairs, her movements slow and weary. "It's fine, Monica. I'll handle it." Monica, ever protective, wasn't convinced. "'Handle it'? What do you mean you'll handle it? Just say the word, and I'll be over in a heartbeat." Alicia couldn't help the small, tired smile that tugged at her lips, hanging up the phone. But her heart still felt heavy, just as she lost focus, the door to her bedroom creaked open. She lifted her gaze, and almost instantly, her stomach dropped. There, fresh from a shower, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist, stood Joshua. He stared down at her. Chapter 2 Divorce Alicia snapped out of her daze as soon as she met the icy gaze of Joshua, her so-called husband. His expression remained unchanged, cold and indifferent as ever, as though he was looking at a stranger. The only thing out of place was the scars on his lips. A wave of disgust washed over her, she pushed him away and was about to enter. Joshua frowned, his hand shooting out to grab her wrist. "Alicia, what's with the attitude?" He seemed quite unhappy with her this time, which was a rare thing, considering how little he bothered to come home. Normally, Alicia would have welcomed him back with open arms, a flicker of joy lighting up her tired features, but today she looked drained, almost hollow. She didn't resist his grip, meeting his gaze with a calmness that unnerved him. "Haven't I always been like this? Obedient, sensible, making sure the house is in order, ensuring you're comfortable, ready to give your best at work." A small, bitter smile tugged at her lips. "Isn't that what you like most about me? It makes things easier for you, doesn't it? Frees up time for your other... 'special someone'." Joshua's eyes darkened at the veiled accusation. Denial hovered on his lips, but he didn't bother. Why should he? He dropped her hand and said gruffly, "Actually, that's why I'm here. We need to talk." Alicia vigorously rubbed her wrist, as though she was trying to erase his touch. "So, are you planning to finally go public with her?" Joshua's expression twisted instantly, his calm facade cracking. "What do you know? Did you have me stalked by a private investigator or something?" Alicia let out a soft, humorless laugh. "Is that necessary? Last night, you spared no expense to make her happy. Even a blind person could tell you're mad about her." He stared at her, unsettled by her icy tone. It was still her voice, still Alicia, but there was something different about her... For some reason, he felt inexplicably hurt, like a thorn pricking his heart. Perhaps it was the way she looked at him now--her eyes, once warm and filled with love for him, were now completely empty. There was no anger, no pain, just... nothing. It was a stark contrast to the woman who used to look at him as if he were her entire world. For reasons he couldn't explain, the sight of her like this stirred something in him, an unfamiliar dissatisfaction. Annoyed by his own reaction, Joshua decided to hit back, his voice harder now. "She's pregnant. It's a delicate pregnancy, so I bought her a little something to lift her spirits." Alicia's fists clenched before she could stop them. Pgnant? So, the nights she had stayed up waiting for him to come home, he'd been with another woman, working diligently to start a new family? Seeing Alicia wince a little, Joshua felt a flicker of satisfaction. "It's not that I don't want to touch you," he said, voice dripping with condescension. "You're just about as thrilling as watching paint dry. No man would want that." His cruel words pierced through Alicia, yet she managed to remain composed on the surface. It wasn't that she avoided intimacy; she just wasn't the one to initiate it. Did that make her so undesirable? Was it a sin? Taking a slow, steady breath, Alicia willed herself to stay calm. "Fine," she replied quietly. "Let's get a divorce then. You can give her the title she wants." The word "divorce" made Joshua's eyelid twitch involuntarily. He scoffed, eyes narrowing with suspicion. "Is this another one of your games?" Convinced he was right, his voice grew colder, more biting. "Alicia, for two years, you've pulled every childish stunt, begging for my attention. Aren't you tired yet? Because I sure as hell am." He paused, letting his disdain sink in. "You claim to love me so much. Could you really walk away from me?" Alicia couldn't help the bitter laugh that escaped her. Love him? Did he even understand what that meant? When Joshua's business had crumbled, leaving him with nothing but debt and shattered dreams, it had been Alicia who emptied her savings to pull him from the wreckage. Out of gratitude--or maybe obligation--he had married her. For two long years, she had been the dutiful wife, supporting him as he clawed his way to success. And what had Alicia gotten in return? She had been cast aside like a useless relic, while another woman carried his child. Her love, her loyalty, had been ground into the dirt beneath his feet. To care for this man any longer would be masochism. Her voice steady, Alicia said, "Draft the divorce agreement. I'll agree to whatever terms you want." And with that, she turned and disappeared through the door, leaving Joshua standing alone in the hallway. For a moment, he stared after her angrily, but then a cold, mocking smile tugged at his lips. Fine, she can play the martyr. He doubted she could keep it up for long. Storming out of the house, Joshua headed straight to the apartment where his lover, Lilliana Green, awaited him. "Well, that was fast," she teased upon hearing Joshua was getting a divorce, raising a brow. "Seems she wasn't as tough to deal with as you claimed." "She's cunning," Joshua muttered, the edge of suspicion creeping into his voice. "I don't know if she's actually agreeing to the divorce or just playing me." Lilliana's arms draping lazily around his neck, "Relax, Joshua, even if she changes her mind, it's too late." Joshua's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" Chapter 3 Letting Go Lilliana's eyes flickered with shadowy intent. She wasn't foolish enough to show her cards now, so she waved it off with an effortless excuse. "During your two-year marriage, she has lived quietly in the shadows as a mere housewife, disconnected from your world. When you're assertive, would she dare to say a word?" Joshua pursed his lips into a hard line. During the past two years, Alicia had indeed done everything for him--given him support and solace. She had loved him fiercely, but at the end of it all, what value did love truly hold? Against all odds, he had clawed his way to the top, and he'd finally grasped the power he craved. That success, however, hadn't come easy, and it wasn't love that secured his position--it was alliances with the powerful. The prestige of the Green family daughter, that title alone, was worth far more than Alicia's devoted love. As these thoughts plagued his mind, Lilliana said happily, "Joshua, congratulations on escaping the grind. Shall we celebrate?" For a moment, Joshua's gaze flickered down to her, but Alicia's indifferent face suddenly flashed before his eyes. Since leaving the house earlier, Alicia hadn't once called him to ask for his whereabouts. Before, if he had been upset with her, she would've called him in a panic. A sharp, inexplicable irritation surged within him. Without thinking, he pushed Lilliana back, "You're only a few weeks' pregnant. Be careful." Lilliana, sharp as ever, sensed he was distracted. "Joshua, what's wrong?" she asked gently. "Don't you want to get divorced?" Joshua's response was instant. "Of course I want to divorce her." Her eyes narrowed as she studied him. "Then why don't you seem very happy?" Joshua offered a quick excuse, his voice steady but distant. "My father's condition has worsened. He doesn't have much time left, and Caden returned last night. He's likely here to claim his inheritance. I need to figure out how to handle him." Lilliana blinked, momentarily thrown. "Caden? Your brother from your father's first marriage? He doesn't even carry the Yates name anymore. What right does he have to fight you for the inheritance?" Joshua's expression darkened. It was true--but at the end of the day, he was still the son of a home-wrecker. All these years of relentless effort had not only been to carve out a name for himself in the Yates family, but to push Caden into the shadows where he belonged. One way or another, Joshua was hell-bent on winning. Meanwhile, Alicia stirred from her sleep. Darkness had already fallen, yet she felt even more drained than before. It was because her dreams revolved around that stranger. when her phone buzzed with a call from Monica did she snap out of her daze. "Alicia, I got your bld test results. I passed them to a friend of mine with some serious connections. He's digging around to see who bought the stuff." Alicia sat up a little straighter, her mind sharpening. "Thanks, Monica. Appreciate it." "If you really want to thank me, do me a favor: stop obsessing over that j*k. And after the divorce, focus on your career. You owe me that much." Alicia's chest warmed, her head lowering in quiet gratitude. "I know, I know." Now that she thought about it, she had come to the realization that her feelings for Joshua had never been pure love--they were born out of a debt, a sense of obligation. Her family's expectations had always weighed heavily on her, and in that lonely, stifled childhood, it was Joshua who had been there. His companionship had nurtured a vague affection she'd confused for love. "Lucky for me, love's never been something I've held onto tightly," Alicia murmured. "These last two years... I'll just see it as repaying his kindness." Monica paused, her usual boldness tempered with thoughtfulness. She knew better than anyone how, once upon a time, Joshua had indeed loved Alicia. But, it turned out love could be a fleeting thing. "Alicia, I really hope you've let go for good," Monica said with a convicted sigh. A sharp pang hit Alicia's chest, her eyes stinging as she fought back the urge to cry. Quickly, she pressed her hand to her eyelids, refusing to let the tears fall. It was only then she noticed something startling. Stunned, she stared at her hand. The wedding ring--something she had once held onto so tightly--was gone. Gone for a whole day and night, and she hadn't even noticed. Suddenly, her heart felt lighter, the weight of everything she'd been carrying beginning to lift. She whispered, more to herself than anyone, "Yes, I've truly let go." ... It didn't take long for Joshua to notice. He had returned to grab something quickly when his eyes fell on her hand. His brow furrowed as he asked, without thinking, "Where's your wedding ring?" Chapter 4 Her Nemesis Alicia's only concern now was leaving Joshua, so she ignored his question and asked flatly, "Are the divorce papers ready yet?" That word again--"divorce". Irritation flickered across Joshua's eyes. "What's the rush?" he snapped, his voice cold and sharp. "My father's finalizing his will, and if word gets out about my divorce, it'll ruin my standing. Now, pack your things--we're having dinner at the Yates Mansion this afternoon." With Caden's return, the family was throwing a welcome-home dinner for him. They also hoped that by doing so, it'd lift the spirits of Jerald Yates, Joshua's father. However, maintaining the charade of a happy marriage was the last thing on Alicia's mind. "I'm not going," she announced curtly. "Just get the divorce finalized and stop wasting my time." Joshua laughed, a sound that held no warmth. "Oh, come on, Alicia. Stop pretending. You hid the ring because you don't actually want to leave me, right? You can't stand the thought of being without me." He leaned in, smirking, and added, "You've worked hard these past two years. Even if we divorce, I'll still take care of you--as long as you keep me happy." Alicia's eyes widened, disbelief turning into anger. Hid the ring? Couldn't bear to be without him? His arrogant words sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Alicia's ears. With a sharp sneer, she shot back, "Oh, Mr. Yates, how could I possibly make you happy? Don't worry, I'll return the ring--wouldn't want this plain Jane to irk you, right? Once you have it, we're finalizing the divorce immediately." But Joshua wasn't fazed by her venom. He thought he knew her too well, convinced this was just another ploy to get his attention. Without thinking too much, he tossed a bag at her. "We've got guests today. Dress appropriately, and don't make me look bad." Alicia looked down at the bag, her mind flashing back to the countless times she had visited the mansion dressed in modest, unassuming clothes-- doing everything to blend in, to please him and his family. But now, with their divorce looming on the horizon, Alicia no longer cared to play the part of a dutiful wife. After slipping into the outfit, she carefully applied a touch of makeup, just enough to bring out the vibrance in her already flawless complexion. The subtle enhancements accentuated her smooth skin and delicate features, lending her a certain glow. When Joshua saw her descending the staircase, he froze for a brief moment, eyes lingering. Perhaps it was the way the dress hugged Alicia's graceful curves, making her seem more alluring than usual. At the entrance of the Yates Mansion, they both slipped into their familiar roles, masking the tension between them with practiced ease. Alicia casually looped her arm through Joshua's, their movements synchronized as they walked into the courtyard. Though Jerald was too ill to receive anyone, the grand hall bustled with life, relatives filling the space with chatter. The noise hummed around her, but for some reason, as soon as Alicia crossed the threshold, a sharp chill pricked at her skin. She instinctively looked up, her gaze immediately drawn to the figure lounging casually at the far end of the room. Legs crossed, dark shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a sliver of his collarbone, the man oozed arrogance, his presence commanding. When Alicia's eyes finally met his-- a familiar, authoritative stare that pinned her in place-- her mind raced as emotions began to surge uncontrollably. Joshua noticed the shift in her demeanor, his brows furrowing as he asked, "What's going on with you?" Alicia's breath caught in her throat. One word escaped her lips, barely audible. "Caden?" Just the mention of his name sent a chill down her spine. To her, Caden was the embodiment of her nightmares. Due to their families' friendship, their paths first crossed at the tender age of ten. Caden, having taken a year off, transferred to her school, and from that moment, Alicia's perfect world began to unravel. She could no longer claim the top spot. No matter how relentless her efforts, no matter how late she stayed up studying, Caden was always a step ahead. He would outscore her by the smallest of margins--a point, maybe two--leaving her perpetually stranded in second place. Anyone else might have accepted defeat, settled into the role of runner-up. But not Alicia. Born into the once prestigious Bennett family, she was raised under the suffocating weight of living up to her family name. Excellence wasn't just a goal--it was the currency by which she could earn her parents' affection. Failure was not an option, yet Caden had the audacity to snatch away everything she'd worked for with what seemed like effortless ease. It was as if he'd set his sights on her from the very beginning, and Alicia, stubborn to a fault, refused to back down. Their rivalry spanned over a decade, a relentless battle fought both openly and in the shadows, and their final showdown took place in college, just before their graduation, at the national competition. Alicia poured her heart and soul into that moment, her focus razor-sharp as she aimed for nothing less than perfection. And she achieved it, having garnered a perfect score. But Caden, ever the serpent, had bribed the judges, twisting the results in his favor. Alicia was forced, once again, into second place. The sting of injustice was deep, but the harshest blow came from her father, Phil Bennett. Over the phone, his voice dripped with disappointment in her ranking. Alicia, having grown accustomed to his tirades, said nothing. She waited for his anger to ebb, then asked quietly, "I'm graduating soon. Will you come back?" Her mother, Donna, had always been her softer solace. She comforted Alicia that day, promising they'd be there for her graduation. But life had other plans. Phil and Donna, rushing back from Itrubisite to attend the graduation, perished in a tragic plane crash. Overnight, Alicia's world crumbled, left an orphan in this cruel world. Since that day, she had never challenged Caden again. Afterward, Caden left Warrington to build his career overseas. ... "He's back for the inheritance," Joshua muttered, his voice barely audible. Alicia cast him a sidelong glance as he continued, "With a family empire as big as ours, an eldest son like him wouldn't give up so easily." Her brow furrowed slightly. It was true--the Yates empire was massive, a legacy most would kill for. But Caden had accumulated his own fortune, surpassing even the family's vast wealth. Did he really care about the inheritance? Then again, this was Caden. Competing was in his blood. Even if he didn't care about the fortune itself, he'd fight tooth and nail just to win, to toy with everyone else. The man had a knack for stirring chaos purely for his own amusement. Alicia had been his rival for as long as she could remember, and even now, the thought of giving him so much as a glance felt like a waste of energy. She turned to walk away. But Joshua caught her wrist, his grip firm yet tense. "I know you two don't get along," he said. "But he's still my elder brother. We need to maintain appearances." Her body stiffened at the touch, and she immediately tried to pull her hand free. Joshua's frown deepened. "Alicia, behave," he hissed. Irritation flared in her chest. "I'm not refusing to go in. Just let go of me first. I don't want your filthy hands touching me." A flicker of something dark passed over Joshua's face, and instead of releasing her, he intertwined their fingers, squeezing them tight. Alicia bit her tongue, silently fuming. As they neared, Caden's gaze slowly lifted, his eyes narrowing in a lazy, almost bored assessment of them. "Caden," Joshua greeted, his tone strained, meeting his brother's gaze with forced cordiality. Caden's eyes flicked to their entwined hands, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Your girlfriend?" he asked indifferently, as though he didn't recognize Alicia. Chapter 5 We Meet Again So Soon Alicia's nerves coiled tight like a spring. That voice... Her messy thoughts blurred into chaos, but one thing broke through the haze--Joshua's calm declaration. "Alicia and I have been married for two years now. She cares about me, so we kept it low-key. Just went straight for the registration; no ceremony. You were busy abroad at the time, so we didn't bother you." Caden arched a brow, his voice laced with venomous mockery. "Oh, so she's my sister-in-law." The way he spat the words "sister-in-law" felt more like a sap than a title, leaving no doubt about his contempt for her. Alicia could feel the man's sneer underneath every syllable. And all this was thanks to her so-called husband, Joshua. Her hand trembled as she snatched a tissue, vigorously wiping her hand. "Looks like Alicia's a bit of a germophobe," Caden observed, his tone a casual jab at her disgust. Joshua's expression darkened, the tension between them thickening. He hadn't expected her to humiliate him like this. "It seems I've spoiled her too much," he muttered, his voice low and tight with irritation. Caden's eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint. "If it's a serious condition, she should get treated. It could impact her role as a mother. You know how badly our father has wanted a grandchild." At this, something flickered across Joshua's eyes. Even though Alicia, his wife, was right beside him, he went ahead and lied through his teeth. "Thanks for the concern, Caden, but I already have good news for Dad. I just haven't gotten around to telling him yet." Caden's smirk deepened, his gaze flicking toward Alicia, who was about done with the bullshit of a charade. She quietly excused herself and strode off. "How far along is she?" he asked meaningfully. "Doesn't seem like she's pregnant." Joshua didn't miss a beat. "Just a month." The answer was as much a threat as it was an announcement. Now, the inheritance stakes had just been raised, and Jerald, ever focused on continuing the family line, would certainly take his unborn grandchild into consideration. Caden's smile hardened, and Joshua delivered the final blow with a smug undertone. "You'd better catch up, Caden. I can't always be one step ahead." Caden, unfazed, waved his hand lazily. "No rush." ... Alicia stepped onto the terrace, the cool night breeze washing over her skin. She drank in the fresh air hungrily to steady her nerves. Pulling out her phone, she quickly dialed the manager of the private cinema again. "Have you found the ring?" she asked anxiously. The manager hesitated, sounding troubled. "Ms. Bennett, we've searched thoroughly and questioned all the staff, but... we really couldn't find any ring." "Then..." Alicia clenched her fist, her mind racing. "Do you have the contact details of the guest who booked the room that day?" "I'm sorry, but due to our privacy policy, we can't disclose any information on our clients." Her heart sank. "I see," she sighed with resignation. "Please tell me immediately if anything turns up, okay?" In a perfect world, she could've just bought an identical ring and pass it off for the original. Unfortunately, Joshua had that ring custom-made, and it wasn't easy to replicate. After dinner, it started to rain. The relatives began to trickle out one by one. Joshua stood by her side as they made their way to the car, his eyes trailing down to her bare wrist. "If you liked that bracelet at the auction, then I can buy you something like it," he said coolly. Alicia had to resist the urge to roll her eyes sardonically. She didn't believe for a second that Joshua had a change of heart towards her. "Trying to buy my silence, huh?" Her words were sharp, slicing right through Joshua's tender facade. "No need. I have no desire to be tangled up in your affairs." Joshua hadn't intended to sound like that, but her mocking tone struck a nerve. His jaw clenched, and a bitter smile crossed his lips. "Fine. Don't take it. The money I spend on you is a waste anyway." Alicia bit the inside of her cheek before adding firmly, "Joshua, I already told you. I'm willing to leave this marriage empty-handed. Let's sign the divorce papers tomorrow morning and end this once and for all." His smile twisted into something dark, something dangerous. "What about the ring?" "I lost it." Joshua's eyes narrowed, his tone unrelenting. "I don't care about anything else. I want the ring." She could barely contain her frustration, her breath hitching as he delivered his final blow. "If you can't find it," he said coldly, "I'll assume you're holding onto it because you still care about me." Just then, Joshua's phone rang; it was Lilliana calling. "Joshua." She mewled his name pitifully. "The thunder is so loud. I'm scared to sleep alone... Can you come over?" The car wasn't heading anywhere near Lilliana's and Joshua was furious with Alicia, so without a second thought, he kicked her out into the rain and sped off. He didn't even leave her an umbrella. Alicia stood frozen by the roadside, the downpour quickly soaking through her clothes. The cold rain seeped into her bones, chilling her to the core. Gritting her chattering teeth, she swallowed the bitter taste in her mouth and began trudging along the drenched pavement. Behind her, the soft hum of an engine crept closer. A sleek, low-profile Maybach rolled up beside her, its headlights cutting through the rain. "Mr. Ward," the driver said, glancing back, "I believe that's Ms. Bennett." The car slowed to a stop. Caden glanced out the window, his sharp eyes narrowing on Alicia's lonesome figure. She had just paused, her fingers gathering the fabric of her soaked dress, tying it up to ease her stride. Caden's lips curled into a faint. "Invite her inside," he drawled. The car came to a halt next to Alicia. The driver stepped out, holding a large umbrella over her head, his voice polite. "Ms. Bennett, it's hard to find a cab at this hour. May I offer you a ride home?" Alicia's eyes flicked up, recognizing the man as the Yates family's driver. She hesitated for a moment before nodding, her voice soft but steady. "Thank you. Sorry for the inconvenience." However, as soon as she slipped into the backseat of the car, she locked eyes with its other passenger--Caden. "We meet again so soon, sister-in-law?" His voice, smooth as velvet, carried a hint of mischief. ...... What happens next? 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2,640,174	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-11 19:23	active	1991	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	I have nowhere to sleep, no money, no job. I don't even have a way of contacting my family for help. All I have is this belief that my true love is out there waiting for me. But my heat is here and even though I've managed to hold off all these years, my time is up. I'm going to have to give in and get knotted by a pack that isn't mine. But I have one rule- No bonds. I'm going to screw these three big schlong men hard. ———————— "Passion fruit martini." I turn around, sipping my drink, and scan the crowd. I have to make this drink last. Just enough to look like I belong here. I glance down at my bag and discreetly shove it back against the bar. I can't afford to look homeless. I spot an alpha watching me. He's not big, but he's got an intensity that is almost scary. With a smirk in his direction, I turn back to the bar, casually popping up a foot. My boots are cute, my butt looks great. All systems are go. It would be impossible to miss the inferno of heat that leans over me. I suck in a breath and hold perfectly still. He's not touching me, but he's so close it wouldn't take much. "Have you heard of personal space?" I say, turning my head only enough to see him out of the corner of my eye. He's a blurry shape looming over me, but I don't feel threatened. Maybe I should. Strange. "I've heard of it. Never much cared for it, though." His voice is a soft drawl that goes straight into the spank bank. I have never been turned on by just a voice before. A huge hand slides down my shoulder along my upper arm, stopping before he hits my elbow. It's a completely innocent touch. It sets my body on fire. It's hard to breathe this shallow. As soon as I take a deep breath, my back presses against his chest. He rumbles. An actual rumble that I feel through the places where we touch. I close my eyes and will my self-control to return. "What's your name, beautiful?" I look down, trying to find some equilibrium, some willpower, and he vanishes from my mind in an instant. I scramble away from him, crouching awkwardly, searching for my bag. But it's gone as if it was never there. I whip my head around, searching through the crowd, looking for anyone with my backpack. All my clothes are in it. My money. The last of my food. The guy has vanished, but I'm almost in tears. What can I do? Ignoring everyone, I rush back and forth along the bar, looking between people's feet and searching to see if I can see it. When I can't, I realise it's been stolen and panic. The room spins, and I'm frozen still in the middle of everything, while it all turns into a blur. Only one thing stands out clearly. That guy I was looking at before, the one with the dangerous aura. He's a big guy in a tight black t-shirt, and I rush towards him like he has all my answers. When he turns slightly, I see the words written across the back of his shirt saying 'Security'. "Help me, please." The words tumble out of my mouth. He turns back to me and raises his eyebrows. He's got one golden eye and one pale blue one. I just have enough light to make that startling discovery. It makes him look even more dangerous. His hair is styled in silver and violet streaks, and when he smiles, it doesn't reach his eyes. "What do you need?" he asks, and now that I have his full attention, I'm wishing he was anyone else. I'd even take the drunk guy because he's almost as good looking as the guy at the bar. "My bag," I manage to force out. I blink rapidly, trying to shove this vision out of my mind and focus on what's important–all my worldly belongings. "I'm going to need a little bit more to work with than that, love." I clench my teeth and point to the bar. "My bag was stolen. Please, help me." "All right, when did you last see it?" "I was standing at the bar drinking my drink, and it was by my feet." "Did you go to the toilet or-" "No, I'd just got here. There was a guy, he leaned over me, and that's when I noticed it was gone." He nods and starts walking towards the bar. I follow on his heels and bounce off his back when he stops abruptly. "Hey, Hunter, seen anyone take her bag?" He just shouts it out across the bar. The bartender looks up, his eyes latching onto me, and shakes his head. He looks away immediately and smiles at a gorgeous blond. I'm jealous, I have to admit. What did I do to upset him? No, I don't care. My bag. He turns and makes his way towards us and looks me up and down. It makes me feel exposed and not in a bad way. In a way that makes me want to preen and climb up undressed onto the bar and wiggle for his attention. My cheeks heat. Where did that thought come from? "Who was hanging around her?" Hunter glances at the security guy and shrugs. "Just Crow." Crow? What kind of name is Crow? "Come on," the guy says into my ear. "This way." He leads me down the side of the bar and to a door that I hadn't even noticed. "What's this?" "We're going to check security footage," he grumbles. I follow him in, but when he turns left, I'm abruptly frozen, staring at the god who has just walked out of the room on the right. His eyes narrow, and he approaches me like a hunting cat. I suppress my nerves and steel my spine. He's got black hair to his chin, and his eyes are just as dark. He bites his lower lip as he looks me up and down, really slowly. "Oh, you look so much better from the front." I jolt at the recognition in hearing his voice. He lifts a hand and runs his fingers through my hair. "You're the guy with no idea of personal space," I accuse. His lips lift as he ducks down so we're on eye level. He pecks me hard and fast. I don't expect it. That's why I don't push him off me. I mean, it's a good excuse. I just have no excuse for why I pecked the stranger back. --- I PULL BACK WHEN I remember who I am and struggle past him. It is far too dangerous remaining in his presence. He's obviously far too potent to be allowed near people, and I am a weak omega currently. Weak and needy. If I had alphas like these, I'd never leave the bed. They are so, so hot. I jolt. They're alphas. I hadn't been aware of it on a conscious level, but now that I am, I catch the scent of licorice and taste it on my lips. The delicious scent almost makes me groan. I could lick him all day, all over and keep going. Send help! In the room that appears to be some kind of employee lounge or office or both, the guy with violet and silver hair is leaning over a computer screen, intently staring at some black and white footage. He frowns and turns, gesturing for me to come closer. He points, and I watch a woman pick up my bag and quickly exit the bar. "Can we catch her?" I ask anxiously, unknowingly clenching my fingers around the hard heat of his shoulder. As soon as I realise, I jump back with a squeak. "Listen, love, the chances of being able to find this person, let alone recover your bag, are about zero." I stand there, my ears ringing as my existence crumbles around me. My situation is compounding on me, leaving me shaking and dizzy. Homeless. No food, water, job, money, clothes. All I have left is my body. Am I going to have to sell that? "Hey? You all right?" I shake my head. No, I'm not all right, I haven't been all right since I left home. I've been running, trying to find the something better to prove that I can be someone, and all I've done is fail. Over. And. Over. What is so unloveable about me? Why don't I deserve love? I reach out to catch the wall, but I miss and end up staggering back, my legs collapsing. Arms catch me and hoist me up. "What'd you do to her, Saint?" The violet and silver-haired man glares at whoever is holding me. When my legs still don't hold me, I'm lifted bridal style into powerful arms. I find myself studying the hot bartender, I stare at his strange eyes, hypnotized. So pale with those striking rings. Is he wearing contacts? "No, I'm not." I blink and realise he's answered my question. Crow gets all up and over me, causing my stomach to flutter wildly. I can still taste him on my lips. I stiffen as he reaches out, putting a finger under my chin and turning my head towards him. "What was in the bag?" I burst into tears. "Everything." Hunter jostles me and moves to sit down. "It's going to be okay. You're going to be just fine. Just get it out. You're safe here." I cry until my eyes feel puffy and fall silent. His hand strokes my upper arm and we've got an audience of two peering at me anxiously. "Have you got somewhere to stay?" Hunter asks slowly. His voice is deeper than the other two. I open my mouth, and then shut it with a snap. "Money?" My cheeks burn. "Family?" I look down at my hands. "I'm guessing the only clothes you've got are what you're wearing?" "I'll be fine," I whisper. "I don't think so," Hunter says with finality. "What's your name?" "Bethany Raines." "Bethany, beautiful name," Crow purrs and comes in with a black silk handkerchief that he uses to mop up my tears and wipe my nose. I'm too astounded by his actions to even think about protesting. I just stare at him because no one has done that for me since I learned to walk. They seem to stop and have this silent conversation. It reminds me so much of Kelly and Raider that another pathetic tear slips from my eye. I miss them so much. "Right, well. Here we are. You're just going to have to come home with us until we can get you on your feet." I open my mouth, but Crow presses his fingers against my mouth.	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