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2,642,283	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2642278}'	Yes	2024-12-11 21:15	active	1993	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	It had been three years of marriage. Justine Thorpe finally found her husband, Ash Vanderbilt, in the OB-GYN clinic of a hospital. He hadn't shown up for three months. However, he was not alone. Another woman—his mistress—was with him. She bore more than a passing resemblance to Justine. Her name was Jenny Thorpe, and she had been living as Justine's replacement in the Thorpe family for 16 years. Justine had suspected her husband of having an affair for at least six months, but she never imagined it would be with Jenny. Not that the revelation was entirely surprising, now that she thought about it. Everyone in Sol's upper class knew that Ash's true love had always been his childhood friend. Justine was the devil who had gotten in the way. Seeing Ash and Jenny together somehow relieved Justine. The mystery was finally solved. She watched them enter the elevator. Ash's delicate eyelashes were lowered as he spoke softly to his companion. Justine had never seen him this gentle before. Jenny was grazing her slightly protruding belly, nodding bashfully. Justine and Jenny closely resembled each other, yet Justine could never mimic the seductive femininity that Jenny exuded. Suddenly, Jenny lifted her head and met Justine's gaze before ducking into Ash's arms as if frightened. "Ashie!" she mumbled. Just as always, Jenny was putting on a show again. Ash looked up with a glare. His eyes met Justine's, and the gentleness on his face dissipated, replaced by that all-too-familiar apathy and annoyance. Justine and Ash were married only because their parents had wanted them to be. She had lost her parents when she was three, though, and while she had been missing, Jenny had come out of nowhere and stolen Justine's identity. By the time Justine was finally found. Ash's mind had already been set—he only cared for his "childhood friend". The seniors in the family had had to force him to take Justine's hand. Justine did not mind. The only thing she loved about Ash was his looks, but even that was beginning to wear thin. He seemed more and more like a stranger to her. - The elevator door shut. Justine thought their encounter was dramatic. Just imagine how much of a soap opera episode it would be like if she ran at Ash, slapped him, and then confronted Jenny! "Jean! When did you get here? I was just about to grab this medicine for you!" Justine turned to meet Iris Carr, her manager. She smiled and signed, "An expecting mother needed help." Iris studied her heart-stopping beauty and felt a pang in her heart. Justine was so gorgeous, kind, gentle, and an extraordinary dancer. She was a mute who outshone so many people Iris had known. She had even been the prima ballerina of a well-known ballet company, until… "Here. Your painkillers," Iris said, her eyes reddening slightly as she choked back a sob. "How could you just… injure your spine? You finally managed to become the prima ballerina of the Academie Royale! If you could just finish this tour, you could have..." Becoming the prima ballerina of the Academie Royale ballet company was the dream of countless dancers worldwide. And Justine had been considered after just one interview—it was incredible! The tragedy weighed heavily on Iris. Justine had always been silent about her family matters, leading Iris to list her as orphaned on her resume, stating she had grown up in an orphanage. Over time, Iris had even come to believe it herself. The more she thought about it, the sadder she became. Justine smiled faintly, seemingly unaware of the sympathy in Iris' face, as she received the painkillers. A year ago, Ash's uncle had hired a hitman on his life. Justine's attempt to save him resulted in her spinal injury. Ash had found the best doctors money could buy and purchased expensive medical equipment for her. The medical team later concluded that her treatment was complete. Unfortunately, two months later, her old injury was aggravated while she was preparing for the tour. After another examination, Justine's career was essentially over. While the spinal injury wouldn't affect her daily life, she could no longer dance. Justine had informed Ash immediately, but he had yet to respond. Maybe he never cared. She had cried her heart out after returning from the hospital, but ultimately, she accepted her fate. This was not the end of the world. After some reflection, Justine decided to continue her tour. She would get treatment alongside it, determined to end her career as a ballet dancer on a high note. This evening's performance would be her last. However, that morning, she woke up to find her painkiller supply depleted. Justine squeezed the paper bag, her eyes feeling dry. It was as if she were a character in a soap opera. Meeting Ash and Jenny felt like a cruel joke. The pain in her spine flared slightly. Regret washed over her. If only she had never tried to save Ash. Instead, he survived long enough to become a villain, insulting the handsome face Justine once adored. She tucked the painkillers into her pocket and took out her phone. Her long lashes veiled the coldness in her eyes as she looked down at the screen. She then selected Ash's number, typed a message, and sent it immediately. - "Why was she in the OB-GYN, Ashie?" At the basement parking lot, Jenny subconsciously shielded her belly and added, "Could she be, you know…" "That's impossible," Ash replied firmly. Jenny looked away to hide her surprised glee. So Justine had never managed to sleep with him in all three years of marriage? Well, it wasn't that surprising. Everyone in Sol knew that, as a boy, Ash had almost been strangled to death by his mute and mentally ill mother. Traumatized, Ash harbored hatred for his birth mother—and for people who were mute like her. Thus, when his maternal grandparents forced him to marry Justine, it felt like a cruel joke aimed at Ash. There was no way he would ever sleep with her. Poor Justine! A laughingstock, was she not? So what if she was beautiful? What if she could perform some snobby, pretentious dance? Ash had still abandoned her. How could she ever compete with Jenny for Ash's heart? Jenny suppressed her glee and pretended to look sad. "Oh, Ashie… I bet the one person Justine hates the most is me. You are aware of what transpired. She nearly took my life when she returned to the Thorpes. And now she saw us at the OB-GYN," she said. "I should explain myself to her once I get back. I don't want her to throw another fit—" "She won't," Ash interjected. Justine was his simp, always obeying his wishes. For years, there had been fabricated scandals circulating online about celebrities sleeping with him, yet Justine had never questioned him about any of it. She trusted him—like a machine programmed to smile and serve him. "Don't overthink it, Jenny. She won't hurt you," he added. "I'll have someone escort you home safely." Jenny still looked like she was about to cry. She was on the verge of getting into Ash's car when she suddenly caught sight of Justine in the parking lot. Ash had assured her that everything would be fine, but what made him so certain? Jenny could never forget the day Justine chased her with a kitchen knife like a rabid dog. It was a true display of Justine's character. Did she really believe she could charm Ash into loving her by hiding her true nature? Did she think she could be Mrs. Vanderbilt forever? It was almost laughable. "Juju!" Jenny called out cheerfully. Justine had always hated that nickname and would go ballistic over it. What if she reacted that way again this time? Ash's expression darkened as he shot a brief glance at Justine, immediately noticing how thin she had become. Justine turned to them and nodded politely as if she had no idea who they were. She signed to the woman beside her, entered her ballet company's car, and drove away. Jenny gritted her teeth. She did not take the bait! She squeezed out some crocodile tears and grabbed Ash's sleeve. "Ashie, Ashie! Did you see that? She didn't even acknowledge us! This is all my fault! I shouldn't have come to you for help even if I have no one else to turn to… Because we were engaged before, so this had to look really bad… "Oh no, I'm the one who ruined your marriage! I should have just stayed with those guys!" she sobbed. Ash ignored her. He was fixated on what Justine had signed: "I don't know them. They mistook me for someone else." "Ashie, you gotta chase after her!" Jenny cried out as though she cared about preserving Ash and Justine's relationship. Ash was unfazed. He absent-mindedly glanced at the sleeve Jenny was grabbing and realized that Justine had bought this coat for him. She had won a ballet competition that day and used the prize money to purchase it, presenting it almost like a tribute. Ash yanked the sleeve away from Jenny. "I've told you. She won't mind." At that moment, his phone vibrated. Ash scanned the screen, and his eyes suddenly grew bitterly cold as the words leaped into view: [I want a divorce.] Chapter 2 At the Grand Theater of Sol. A towering man stood in the darkness where the audience gathered. He felt as cold as winter. His eyes were fixed on the stage as the Black Swan darted across it, agile and mesmerizing. The Black Swan's movements were fluid and firm, sensual and tempting. The man almost wished he could possess her right now. The performance was nearing its end, so the man turned away and strode toward the backstage. - The performance ended. Justine felt a quiet pain in her waist, but she gritted her teeth through the production. The crowd erupted in ovation. She took one last yearning glance at the stage and her adoring audience before returning backstage. Iris had been watching her every move with concern. "Is it hurting? I can cancel the fan meeting and photo session if you need it. You can rest in the breakroom, and once the rest of the performance is over, I'll come for you," Iris suggested. Justine waved reassuringly. Many of these fans had traveled all the way to Sol to see her performance—to meet her. How could she let them down? Soon, the photo session concluded. After checking in with Justine, Iris left to direct the stage. Suddenly, Justine found herself alone. She looked around as memories flooded back. Ballet had been a part of her for as long as she could remember. Concerned that Justine's disability might hinder her job prospects, the orphanage's director had signed her up for ballet classes after discovering her talent, despite the lack of funding from the orphanage. All that hard work and dedication was gone like the wind because of her career-ending injury. How could anyone not feel regret? Justine removed her makeup and pressed her hand against her waist, trying to support it as she tiredly headed to the prima ballerina's room. It was dark inside. She reached for the light switch. Suddenly, from the shadows, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside. Then, the door shut and locked behind her. Panic surged through Justine. The scent enveloping her was familiar. Why was Ash there? Before she could answer her own question, he pressed his lips forcefully against hers. More kisses followed, violent and punishing. Justine wanted to shove him away, but Ash was a hulking mass of angry muscle, dominating her completely. Fear surged as she bit his tongue, tasting blood, but he didn't stop. Jenny had no idea how wrong she was about Justine and Ash's life. Their marriage had been consummated quickly, thanks to the "intervention" of some elders. Although Ash might resent Justine's existence, he was undeniably addicted to her body. They had known each other for so long and so well that they instinctively understood how to arouse and please one another. This knowledge was etched into their flesh, a part of their movements. Justine's thoughts spiraled into chaos. Suddenly, she felt a bite on her shoulder. She could tell Ash was upset just from the strength—and it irritated her. What was his problem?! He had always wanted this divorce! he had signed the paper with his name on the day of their wedding! With Justine gone, he would finally be able to marry the woman he really wanted, right? So why is he angry now? Because she was the one who had suggested it instead of him? The backstage was starting to fill with people. She could even hear one of the assistant artistic directors rushing past her room. If anyone were to knock—or even open—her door, Justine would be famous in the scene for the worst reason possible! Justine bit her lips, forcing herself not to let out even a should. Unfortunately, this only made Ash more beastly. He hated silence, so he did everything he could to make her scream and yelp. - The light was on, bright and blinding. Ash sat languidly on the couch, his shirt and suit surprisingly neat. In contrast, Justine's expensive ballet dress lay torn. After a shower, she slipped into an oversized practice garment while Ash glared at her. "A divorce?" he asked, cutting straight to the chase. It was difficult to discern his emotions from his voice. Justine studied him—he was still as handsome as ever, but gone was the youthful, teenage look she once loved. In its place stood an indifferent, reserved man in a suit. Her eyes no longer sparkled with admiration and yearning when she looked at him. She nodded firmly. Ash snickered. "What? Because of Jenny?" For some reason, the thought of Justine exploding over his affair with Jenny excited him. Unfortunately, she simply shook her head determinedly. "I don't love you anymore," she signed. "That's why I want a divorce." Reality shattered Ash's fleeting excitement. Her straightforwardness left no room for ambiguity—she didn't even hint at clinging. His mind went blank. Suddenly, he recalled that rainy night many years ago when that woman had pushed him into the mud, signing furiously, "I don't love you anymore! I am not your mother! You are disgusting, just like your father! Go away! I don't want to see you anymore!" It felt as though all emotions had drained from him. Ash rose and glared at Justine frostily. "Suit me just fine. You stole this marriage from Jenny back then, anyway. She finally gets what's always been hers." "Congratulations," Justine signed earnestly. Ash was stunned. He had not expected that from her. He remembered Jenny begging Justine not to take him away when Justine had taken out a lipstick and written on the wall, right in front of their parents, 'He is mine, and only mine!' The same woman… just congratulated Jenny. Rage inexplicably flared within him. Granted, this marriage should have ended sooner. It had been delayed because she had saved his life while sustaining grievous injuries a year ago, but now she was the one requesting a divorce. That worked to Ash's advantage, right? He had no reason to be mad. "My lawyer will contact you tomorrow at noon to finalize our divorce," he said. Justine nodded. Surprisingly, she felt not a hint of sadness or longing. "Good. We can announce our divorce at the family dinner tomorrow evening," she signed. Ash looked away from her. she had this all planned out, hadn't she? It was as if she could not wait to have every tie with him severed. Chapter 3 Ash sneered and went through the door. Justine watched his hulking frame, suddenly recalling hazy memories of her teenage past: a younger version of him, tall and lean, with his back against her. Despite her earlier calm, she felt a sharp pain in her chest. "Justine…" He had stopped by the door and turned to face her. "I no longer answer to my grandfather, Justine. So there's zero chance of you going back to being my wife after this. Don't regret it. "And most importantly—don't give Jenny trouble. You've tormented her enough." Ash understood how obsessive her love had been. Justine's life was so devoid of meaning that the only two things she had were ballet and him. This was why Ash was convinced that Justine's sudden change of attitude stemmed from spite after seeing Jenny. Once she calmed down, he was sure she would regret this decision. His job was to ensure her regret was futile. She could no longer return to him—and he would never accept her. Justine was kind and courteous to everyone except Jenny. Ash had never managed to protect her well enough—the poor girl had endured much of Justine's wrath. That was why he was determined not to let Jenny suffer for him any longer, no matter how hysterical Justine could be. "Trust me, Mr. Vanderbilt. You should say this to her," Justine signed, her eyes gentle as always. "She should not mess with me." Otherwise, Jenny would suffer worse. - Justine was nothing if not determined. When Ash was her prize, no one—not could have gotten in her way. But now that she wanted him out of her life, she wouldn't shed a tear for him. After Ash left, Justine cleaned up the room. She picked up the torn pieces of her favorite ballet dress. It had been tailor-made for her—a piece of luxury she had won in an international competition. Fixing it would require a lot of money. She had to demand compensation for it in the divorce agreement! Just then, she heard Iris' voice from outside. "Jean? Are you up?" The performances had ended a while ago. Iris had arrived earlier, but the light in the room had been off, so she had assumed Justine had been sleeping. Justine lit a lavender candle, and once the stench of Ash's intrusion faded, she opened the door. "It's over?" she signed. "Other troupes have all left except for your group! Everyone's waiting for you at the party," Iris replied, doing her best to mask her sadness. Yes, it was a party, all right—a farewell party. Suddenly, Justine's phone rang, startling her. Few people ever called her phone. Those who knew her preferred video calls. But this was an audio call. "Looks like a landline number," Iris murmured. She quickly looked it up on the Internet. "That's… Eudaimonia Home in Saintwood. Why is a nursing home calling you at this hour?" Justine answered the call before Iris finished her explanation. "Is this Justine Thorpe? Good evening. This is Eudaimonia Home. Mrs. Aurora Roch hasn't been feeling too well for the past two days. If you can, please come here as soon as possible. She would like to meet you." Justine was shocked. - The trip took three hours, and it was already one in the morning when Justine arrived. The nurse who had called her led Justine to Aurora's room. "She's been expecting you," the young woman said. The sight of a sickly, bony woman on a sickbed greeted Justine. Aurora had once been the director of Glascape Orphanage and had been a mother figure who raised Justine. She was the one who had recognized the potential ballerina in her and let her shine. Three years ago… While suffering from an incurable disease, Justine's grandfather found her in the orphanage and wanted her to return home. Justine refused—until some bloggers discovered Glascape Island. The rustic beauty of the fishing town quickly spread across the Internet, attracting several corporations eager to transform it into a tourist destination. At that critical moment, Aurora was diagnosed with stomach cancer. Justine faced a difficult choice. She needed money to prevent the island's purchase and save Aurora. Thus, she approached her grandfather and agreed to a deal. Soon after, Aurora informed Justine that she had contacted a hospital abroad where she would receive treatment. They parted ways but promised to stay in touch. "The treatment went well," she would say. "I met someone I love in the wonderful continent of Aestra. I would like to spend my last few years there." Justine believed her. Aurora had discovered her stomach cancer at an early stage, so her chances of recovery were high. Justine sincerely hoped Aurora was living happily out there, free from any shackles. Then Justine decided to marry Ash. That was when Aurora suddenly came to see her. They had a big argument, and afterward, Aurora stopped contacting Justine. - For years, Justine had been trying to locate Aurora. She would ask around and chase down leads, but she never managed to find her—until today. On her way to the hospital, the nurse provided details about Aurora's illness. The cancer cells had been spreading even back when they had their fight. "Jean, is that you?" Aurora's voice sounded familiar and foreign at the same time. Justine approached her, choking back tears. Aurora examined her face and smiled. "Oh, Jean. You're even more beautiful now!" she whispered. Justine studied her in disbelief. Suffering had taken so much from her. Aurora was left with nothing but bones and skin! Justine could not help but cry. "I thought you found someone you love! A-And you're spending your last days somewhere in Aestra!" Justine signed slowly. "So why are you here? Why are you… dying?" Aurora's eyes reddened. "I'm so sorry. I lied." Justine cast her eyes at Aurora's face, shakily holding her hands. She pressed her forehead against the back of Aurora's hands—just like she used to when she was a child. But there was no warmth left in Aurora's hands. They were frighteningly cold. "Love, you're all grown up now. You have to… learn to accept death… Mine… and Ares'..." Ares… Justine felt her blood freeze. Memories flooded her—it was a beautiful day. A young man ran across the white waves as they rolled. He laughed and turned back to her, his smile brighter than the sun. "Come over here for a hug, Little Justine!" he had called. Pain coursed through Justine’s limbs. She met Aurora's gaze, her eyes brimming with tears of agony. Chapter 4 Aurora knew exactly what was on her mind. She had raised this child, after all. Half a year after Ares' death, the Thorpe family located Justine in Glascape. Aurora hadn't wanted to be separated from the young woman, but Justine's worsening mental state had made her reconsider. Justine had taken it poorly, wasting all her time searching for news about a man who was already dead. She had been a woman possessed—everyone feared she would become more self-destructive. Aurora had hoped that sending Justine away to a new place with her original family might help her move on. That was why she had accepted the Thorpes' offer. Thus, Justine returned to Sol. Who would have thought Justine would marry someone not long after? Aurora knew how much Justine had loved Ares. There was no way she could have accepted another man in her life so soon—let alone a husband. Fearing it was a political marriage of convenience at the cost of her child's agency, Aurora had rushed to Sol. That was when she met Ash Vanderbilt. The young man had just returned from studying abroad. Most terrifying, though, was how much he resembled Ares physically. The only difference between them was the feeling they evoked. Justine had gone mad! She had latched onto Ash as if he were her last hope, utterly convinced in her denial that Ash Vanderbilt was an amnesiac Ares Vance. Any mention of the truth—Ares' death—would send Justine into uncontrollable hysteria. So why was she so different today? Why was she looking at Aurora with such crushing dejection in her eyes… without a single retort of denial? "Y-You know… he's not him, d-don't you?" Aurora whispered shakily. Justine nodded tearfully. Of course, she knew! Ahhh, Ash could not muster even the smallest amount of the kindness Ares had so effortlessly displayed. However, back then, Justine could not bear the thought of living in a world without Ares. She had deluded herself, clinging to an impostor, surviving through Ash's superficial semblance of him. How else could she have lived this long? But Ash... was a disappointment. He wore those suits so frequently now that it had become harder and harder to see Ares' ghost in him. Aurora let out a pained sob. "No, no, no. How cruel has he been to you…" How cruel had Ash been to Justine? How much hurt had she endured to break a spell so ingrained in her? What had it taken for Justine to admit she had been living in a delusion? The implication stabbed Aurora like a knife. The equipment connected to her began to beep shrillily in alarm. Justine panicked. She was about to call the nurse when Aurora suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Jean… once I'm gone, you're not bound to anyone in this world anymore… Do you understand me?" she croaked. "Leave them. Go home. L-Live… your life... You are free, Jean." Justine nodded frantically, pressing the emergency button over and over. Aurora's breathing grew erratic, but her eyes were fixed on Justine. She could not leave just yet. Her precious girl was still there, all alone. No one would stand for her. No one would speak for her. Alone. "J-Jean..." she whispered one last time, holding Justine's hand. "C-Call me..." Justine trembled. "Call me... M-Mom..." Aurora exhausted all her strength. Her body collapsed into Justine's arms, her breath short. The old woman was hyperventilating, looking at Justine with a pleading gaze. Justine had not been born mute. It was trauma—from before her time in the orphanage—that had caused her mutism. Aurora had taken her to countless specialists, but the effects of the treatments had been discouragingly small. Now, all Justine could hear was the ringing in her ears. She nodded vigorously and opened her mouth, trying to force out a sound. Her throat felt strange. Panic welled inside her. Time seemed to slow. All she could produce was silence. The nurses rushed into the room, and Justine felt herself being pulled away from Aurora. Chaos surrounded her, accompanied by the incessant ringing in her ears. It wasn't until she heard the long beep from the machine that the ringing finally subsided. One of the nurses gently closed Aurora's eyes. She had been watching Justine until the very end. Then, they covered her pain-twisted face with a piece of white cloth. It was not the first corpse Justine had ever seen. The first time was at a funeral home in Glascape. Aurora had howled, her voice thick with tears, "Ares! no, no!" 'You see this, Ares? You loved me so much, and yet I wasn't there when you ended your life. I never even visited you once in so many years. 'She raised me, right? She just wanted me to call her Mom. And I couldn't even do that. 'I'm a terrible person,' Justine thought. - Aurora had left notes for her burial. There was to be no funeral. She wanted to be cremated immediately. She had also appointed Justine to decide what to do with her ashes and belongings. As Aurora was pushed into the crematory, the nurse who had cared for her the longest collapsed to her knees in tears, howling. But Justine could only watch in cursed silence. Her lips were pale as she tried to call out to Aurora in her mind. - The first snow had arrived on Sol. Ash's meeting had just ended. Robin Letto, his secretary, rushed to his side. "Mr. Vanderbilt! Ms. Pearce said she can't seem to contact Mrs. Vanderbilt," she said hesitantly, too afraid to even breathe too loudly. Ash’s mood had been in the gutters today. It was as if the air itself could freeze around him. Logically, after regaining full control over the family business and outmaneuvering his uncles, Ash should have been overjoyed. Yet, he was the exact opposite. Ash frowned. "Fine." He expected her to regret it, but he hadn't expected it to happen so soon. Now, divorce was back on the table. Despite Ash's thoughts, there was a renewed spring in his step, something even he failed to notice. Nearby, Robin acutely sensed the change in his demeanor. His mood, unexpectedly, seemed to have improved. Ash returned to his office and booted up his laptop. The document he had been working on appeared on the screen: the divorce agreement. He had been revising the terms of the compensation Justine was entitled to receive. The offers were generous. The money alone would be enough for her to live comfortably for a lifetime. He had purchased a property for her abroad. Knowing she had been accepted as the prima ballerina of the Academie Royale, he had bought her a villa in Voue, the capital city of Charlemagne, where the ballet company was based. To Ash, these gestures were his way of expressing gratitude for saving his life. - At noon, a meticulously dolled-up Jenny stepped into Ash's car, and they drove to a Michelin-starred restaurant she had been eager to visit for ages. Grinning sweetly, she cooed, "Ngaww, I don't know what came over me! I just had to eat at this restaurant! You're such a gem, Ashie!" Ash smiled faintly. "I'm glad you're happy." Jenny nodded firmly. "Of course I am! You're always so nice to me." She hesitated for a moment. "Um… Did Justine… you know…" Ash's smile faded. "Let's just eat." Jenny felt a surge of satisfaction at his darkened expression at the mere mention of Justine. 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2,638,139	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-11 18:47	active	1990	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"Let's get this as over with," he says. "I, Peter Rollins, future alpha of Silver Moon, reject you Malisa Benson as my mate and future Luna. You aren't fit to lead the pack." He pauses and continues with "You should just do us all a favor and off yourself. No one will want you and no human would want a freak show like you." "Okay. I accept your rejection Peter Rollins," I say with more strength than he thought I would have. I feel the bond weaken and I put my hand on my chest to try to dull the pain. But I won't show him I feel it. Peter just looks at me with a smile on his face. My pain makes him happy. Hmm.. we'll get ready for pain Mr. Rollins. ———————— "Daddy! What's happening?" I ask as I hug him. My mom touches my head and I realize that she has been crying. "Mommy what's wrong?" "Honey, we have to send you away." Wait what? What does she mean send me away? "No! Mommy I don't want to leave you and daddy!" I say as I hug her. Please let this be a dream. My dad then kneels down next to us and says "Little star, we don't want you to go but there are bad men that want to take you away from us. We need you to be safe. You are the future to the werewolf race and are our greatest treasure." "I don't want to leave you and momma. I can fight along side you. Please don't send me away," I cry. Anita comes over with a cloak and masking spray him her hand. I realized that she also is wearing a cloak with a bag on her side. Oh my goddess! This is actually happening. "We need you to go with Anita, little star. She will protect you and also be our contact to you until you get your wolf," My father hugs me and so does mom in a family group hug. "Dad just linked me and said that a few slipped past him. We have to act fast!" Ollie says from the window. He walks to the wall on the other side of the room and opens a secret door. "Come with me princess. We have to go now!" Anita starts to pull me to the hidden door as mom puts my cloak on me and sprays the masking spray. She then gives me a leather book as we get close to the passage. "I love you both. I will be back and take revenge on the person doing this. I will become big and strong for you!" I tell my parents as I'm pulled into the passageway. "We love you too little star. Stay safe and don't give Anita any trouble. Remember you are our greatest treasure," My dad says as the door shuts leaving Anita and me in the dark. Anita pulls out a flashlight and we start to run down the passageway. We walk for about 30 minutes until we come to a door. Anita opens the door and we step out to afield that has a car parked in a tent that blends in. As we jump in the car Anita throws the bag in the back before getting in the driver seat. "Where are we going Anita?" I ask as she speeds down a dirt road. "We are going to a friend of mine that is an alpha. He already knows to expect us. We will be safe there under his protection," Anita tells me as she turns onto a paved road. As we get further and further away from my parents I feel a sense of loss and sadness. Why me? I'm nothing special other than the next in line for the throne. Only people in the kingdom knew of me but never actually had seen me. Then it hit me. They didn't want to kidnap me to get money or anything else. They wanted me dead. I'm only 6! Anita pulls out her phone and dials a number. The ringing comes out of the car speakers. My heart started to beat loudly as we waited for the other end to be picked up. After the fourth ring a deep sleepy voice answered. "Hello Anita! What is the matter?" The voice said sounding half asleep. "Fredrick! It happened tonight. We escaped with no issue but we still have the 8 hour drive to you that we have to conquer first," Anita said. She was looking straight ahead and was frequently looking behind us. "WHAT? Are you both okay? Do I need to send my warriors to meet you half way?" Now Alpha Fredrick sound wide awake. "If you would like to I'm not stopping you. Just make sure they follow at a distance so if anyone is following us, it doesn't look suspicious," Anita turns us onto a highway by the looks of it. "Will do. Are you in the car we planned on you using?" The alpha asked. "Yes we are," Anita says." Just as planned. We are also taking the secondary route because there seems to be a traitor in the castle. The only ones that know of this route are you, me, and Maverick. We are actually picking him upon the way." "Okay Anita. My guys just left and they are in a black Denali. They will flash their lights twice like the humans do to warn of a cop. I already have a house set up for you all. Be careful and I'll greet you when you get here," Alpha Fredrick says. The call drops and it's silent in the car once more. Maverick is Anita's mate and is a warrior in the Royal Army. "Anita, will I see my parents again?" I whispered scared to know her answer. Please say yes, please say yes. "Yes, your highness, you will get to see them again. However you won't get to until you are 18.Then you will be able to meet your mate and go back. If you don't meet him, we will still be able to go back but it will have to be under the impression you are a distant relative wanting to join the Royal Army. But don't worry my dear. I will be with you every step of the way," Anita says glancing over at me. 12 years is what I have to wait to get to see my parents again. This will be a long 12years. We drive for about 3 hours then stop for gas. As Anita fills the car up, I see Maverick walk out from the store. I quickly jump in the back so that the adults have the front. He walks to Anita and gives her a hug that you can tell just by seeing it he was happy she was okay. They get in the car and Maverick starts driving the rest of the way. "Princess, I want to tell you how we have to be at Fredricks pack. His pack is called Silver moon and he is the only one who knows who you are. The story we will go by is that you are our niece that came to live with us as a baby when your parents died in a rouge attack. The reason for us moving to Silver moon is our pack was attacked and we are the only survivors because we were on vacation. Absolutely no one is to know who you really are. Okay princess?" Maverick says from the front. "Yes Maverick, I mean Uncle Maverick, I understand." I lean back as I quietly go over it in my head. An hour later we see the Denali that Alpha Fredrick sent and it gets behind us about 200 yards back. I decide to try to get some sleep until we get there. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep. Next thing I know, I am being shook awake by Anita. "Princess, we just passed the border of Silver Moon and will arrive in 10 minutes." I sit up and rub my eyes. We arrive in front of the pack house and I see a man standing in the door. He looks tall with brown hair and blue eyes. "Welcome to Silver Moon. We are glad to have you here," the man says. He gives me a slight bow when he looks at me. This must be Fredrick. "Long time no see Fredrick. It's good to see you under the unfortunate circumstances," Anita says. Not long after we are shown our house. It is a single story home with 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. It's cute and reminds me of all the stories of the white picket fence dream that most girls have. As I settle in my room, I think about my parents. Are they safe? I wish I could be back in their arms but I know I can't just yet. This is going to be a long 12 years. —————————— Mal POV -12years later Let me formally introduce myself. My name is Malisa but everyone calls me Mal. All the kids love it because of the Disney movie "Descendants". It also doesn't help I love purple and got purple highlights. I wear purple all the time not only because I love it but also for the pups. Today is my 18th birthday and I get to see if I can find my mate. It also means that I can go home now to my parents. Will they be proud of me? "Don't worry Mal. Even if we don't find our prince, we still can go home to mom and dad," Gwenivere says to me. Gwen is my wolf and I got her on my 10thbirthday. Alpha Fredrick let us go to the bunkers behind the packhouse for my shift. We did this because we didn't want anyone knowing who I actually am by seeing my wolf. She is pure white with bright yellow eyes. My eyes would be a dead giveaway due to only the royal family has yellow eyes. Everyone in the pack just thinks I'm wolf-less. With that comes being shunned and bullied. I mainly get shoved around and called names. Before I was 16 I was great friends other the alpha and beta kids. After I "didn't" shift, they turned on me. Oh how I wish they could know the truth. "You know we can't do that Mal. I wish so to so we can shut them up but we can't," Gwen tells me. "I know Gwen. It's just a wish," I say to her. "A very good wish. However, they will see soon enough that what they did was wrong and will be begging you for forgiveness," Gwen says. Good point. I roll myself out of bed and get ready for the day. I decide to wear a black tank top with a purple leather jacket over it. My pants are black leather pants paired with purple combat boots. I straighten my hair and apply a little makeup. Unlike most of the girls in the pack, I don't like a lot of makeup. The cake face is not for me. Aunt Anita says I have the "bad" look. "Sweetheart! Are you up?" Aunt Anita calls from down the hall. I walk out of my room to see her with her hands behind her back. Uh oh! What does she have? "Yes as you can see Aunt Anita. What is behind your back?" I ask with caution. We normally pull pranks on each other and sometimes it ends with one of us wearing food of some kind. One time I walked out the bathroom after a shower just to have flour dumped on me from a bucket above the door. I had to shower a second time and so did Maverick after I tackled him. "Just your birthday present," Aunt Anita says with a mischievous smile. Hmmm.. should I trust this or run? If it is a prank, I am already coming up with ideas for revenge. Hot pink dye in her shampoo since she has blonde hair and hates pink, squirrel in her room, or itching powder in her undies. That last one I could get Maverick also. Saint Anita pulls an envelope from behind her back and hands it to me. I slowly take it and cautiously open it hoping there isn't a spider in it. Last time that happened I ended up on a chandelier pulling a Sia. Thankfully there is only a piece of paper in it. Thank the goddess! When I unfold the paper, my eyes go wide. "No freaking way! You got me a travel size recording set up?" I ask loudly. I have always loved music. My songbook stays with me at all times. Another reason is that my mother gave it to me the day we had to flee the palace. I have a connection to music and feel all the emotions behind the notes. "Yes we did. It's Fredrick, Maverick, and my gift to you sweetheart. We knew you have been wanting one and have been saving up for it," aunt Anita says as she hugs me. "We can try the new song we are working on with it. I can't wait," Gwen says in my head. "You and me both sister!" After I say this I feel her move to the back of my mind to rest. She also does this to prevent herself from being detected by the other wolves. "Wait! Where's Uncle Maverick?" It was only now I realized he wasn't even on the house. He became a warrior to Silent Moon and does a border shift but that is in the afternoon. "He had to go to the packhouse to meet with Alpha Fredrick. Apparently a rogue got through last night near the pack house. They are interrogating him right now," she tells me. When she looks at my facial expression she immediately says "He wasn't here for you. Apparently he was trying to steal some food for his family." Whew! "Thank you so much for the amazing birthday present. I have to go meet up with Hannah and get to school. I love you," I say as I hug her. She has always been a second mother to me even before that fateful night. As long as I can remember I have loved her like she was family. I walk out of the house and head down the street. My best friend Hannah lives four houses down and is one of the only members of the pack that doesn't treat me like I'm lower than an omega. There is nothing wrong with omegas. I get along with all of them and they are nice. Other than them, Hannah and Bryce are the only friends I have. That's fine though because the number of friends isn't important. It's who is there for you and you can count on. As I near her house I hear the sound of a vehicle and shouting coming up from behind me. The voice alone tells me it's the jocks and among them is Peter. Peter is Alpha Fredricks' son and next in line for the title. He is about 6'4" and has his moms dirty blonde hair paired with green eyes. Luna Brittany is one of the sweetest people I know. When I heard "freak show" be shouted out I knew it was him. Hopefully today he won't do anything to bad. The truck speeds past me with more names being shouted out. I can't wait to leave this place. "Hey Mal! Was that the man-bimbo mobile?" Hannah asks as she walks off her front porch. "What gave it away?" I ask giggling. "The smell of skank in the air," she says. We look at each other and bust out laughing. What would I do without this girl? I'm going to try to take her and Bryce with me when I leave. "So are you excited to see if you can find your mate?" Hannah asks as we make our way to school. "Yes and no. I have a feeling that he will reject me as soon as he sees me. Especially if he is from this pack," I say. I'm not even sad about that possibility because of how everyone is here. Alpha Fredrick doesn't even know about it. If I tell him it would just make it worse. "Don't think like that hun! You never know. He may be head over heels for you as soon as he sees you," Hannah replies with a far off look. This girl is a hopeless romantic especially when it comes to mates. "By the way, happy birthday bish!" I laugh, "Thank you. Happy birthday as well Satine." When we reach the parking lot, the most intoxicating scent reaches my nose. It's a mixture of honeysuckle and rain. "That's our mate! Go find mate!" Gwen shouts as she is jumping around in excitement. I follow the scent and it leads me to the jocks. Oh great! Here we go. They turn when they hear me approaching but only one pair of eyes catch mine. Peter Rollins can't be my mate. He is my main tormentor. Gwen takes over and says "mate". I see everyone's shocked expression at what I said excluding Peter. Allison is hanging off his arm and glaring at me. Her and Peter have been dating for about a year now and helps him make my life terrible. "Follow me. We need to talk," Peter says and turns around heading to the trees. "But baby! You don't have to talk to the wolf-less giglet," Allison says in her nasally voice. Peter just looks at her and whispered something to her. Whatever it was made her smile. As I follow Peter to the trees, I think about what is going to happen. The moon goddess came to me in a dream not to long ago and told me that if my mate rejects me, all I have to say is "okay. I accept." With me going by Benson as my last name she told me she made it be acceptable to real the bond. The moon goddess doesn't just let anyone be mates to a royal. "Remember Mal. I'm with you every step of the way," Gwen reassures me. I'm glad I have her as my wolf. We get about 30 feet into the tires when Peter stops and turns towards me. The look on his face is anything but friendly. Peter looks at me with hate instead of affection. Not a big surprise there. The guy turned from the sweet boy I knew to a evil idiot. "Let's get this as over with," he says. "I, Peter Rollins, future alpha of Silver Moon, reject you. Malisa Benson as my mate and future Luna. You aren't fit to lead the pack let alone a team of omegas." He pauses and continues with "You should just do us all a favor and off yourself. No one will want you and no human would want a freak show like you." I feel the bond weaken and I put my hand on my chest to try to dull the pain. But I won't show him I feel it. Peter just looks at me with a smile on his face. My pain makes him happy. Hmm.. we'll get ready for pain Mr. Rollins. "Okay. I accept your rejection Peter Rollins," I say with more strength than he thought I would have. He instantly frowned and then doubled over clutching his chest. I hear footsteps running towards us as his friends come help their screaming friend. I look at Peter one more time before I take off home at supernatural speed. As soon as I walk in, Aunt Anita come out the kitchen looking concerned." Mal, why are you home so early?" "I met my mate," I say. Before I can continue she starts squealing. "Oh my gosh! Honey that is so great. I need to meet this lucky man. We can contact your parents and tell them that.." she starts gushing but I interrupt her. "He rejected me." As soon as I say this she's immediately stills and looks at me with disbelief. Five seconds later her face morphs into anger as her eyes glaze over indicating she was mind linking. About 2 minutes later, Uncle Maverick busts in the house followed by Alpha Fredrick.	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2,638,140	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-11 18:47	active	1990		🎄🎁 GIVEAWAY ALERT! 🎁🎄 We’re feeling a little naughty this holiday season, so we’re giving away one of our brand-new “The Baddest Grinch” crewnecks! 💚 Here’s how to enter: 1️⃣ Follow us (if you aren’t already!) 2️⃣ Like this post, and share 3️⃣ Comment Done 🎉 The giveaway closes Friday, the 13th 🤪, and the winner will be announced Sunday, the 15th. 🥳 Let’s see who’s the baddest Grinch of them all this season! 💚🎄 #TheBaddestGrinch #HolidayGiveaway #StayFestiveStayGrinchy #giveawayalert #smallbusiness #shopsmall #customcrewneck #holidaysweater #customdrinkware #custommug #customtumbler #holidaygifts #holidaygiftideas #fyp #foryou #viral #viralgiveaway #giveaway#giveaways #giveawaycontest #giveawayclothes #GIVEAWAYALERT #giveawaywinner #giveawaydecember #giveawayonlineshop	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/love_w.o.w	Women on The Way	https://www.facebook.com/61568189270754/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/love_w.o.w	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469816323_1649364419315234_2927803130000186281_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zAtRTR9M1DgQ7kNvgFSNioQ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AR4VSTCymLA8nLg1mecsrWS&oh=00_AYASndR-6DaslARPh4RIpNtlt11Yl5290XyS-nRZ8Vy93A&oe=675FF540	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Women on The Way	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,638,142	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-12-11 18:47	active	1990	🌟 FREE TODAY	FREE TODAY: Best-Selling Dog Toy Of The Year. ✅ Relieves stress & anxiety ✅ Chew-resistant & machine-washable ✅ Special color that suits dog's vision ✅ Made for all dog breeds & sizes Free For a Limited Time: noovelo.com/products/free-calming-duck-toy	SHOP_NOW	https://noovelo.com/products/free-calming-duck-toy	Noovelo.com	https://www.facebook.com/61563438100305/	272	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	noovelo.com	DCO	Giving away Limited Stock of Calming Ducks for FREE today	https://noovelo.com/products/free-calming-duck-toy	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/470042179_1299545628131558_9112596898060002737_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=XlUehzs_U50Q7kNvgF6gI1F&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A-2CDucWC7MdZtQlOrz95i5&oh=00_AYAex4nTj9fT3Q8-d1rn2QuPD52MD64Vb_metkWKVK7v4A&oe=67601DAB	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Noovelo.com	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,638,146	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2638142}'	No	2024-12-11 18:47	active	1990	🌟 FREE TODAY	FREE TODAY: Best-Selling Dog Toy Of The Year. ✅ Relieves stress & anxiety ✅ Chew-resistant & machine-washable ✅ Special color that suits dog's vision ✅ Made for all dog breeds & sizes Free For a Limited Time: noovelo.com/products/free-calming-duck-toy	SHOP_NOW	https://noovelo.com/products/free-calming-duck-toy	Noovelo.com	https://www.facebook.com/61563438100305/	272	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	noovelo.com	DCO	Giving away Limited Stock of Calming Ducks for FREE today	https://noovelo.com/products/free-calming-duck-toy	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469797387_554125274101244_7157950343516320466_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7ZKHuALmed0Q7kNvgFEo_Rs&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A-2CDucWC7MdZtQlOrz95i5&oh=00_AYD46mlswWDQ7UdDEeHWf87vRwzeKWZlH4BNFiKJ8k9b5g&oe=67600189	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Noovelo.com	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,638,151	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-11 18:47	active	1990	Win a LIFETIME subscription	Inqwell is ready to launch! We are holding a giveaway. 100 lucky winners will get Inqwell Pro for a year and the top 5 will get it for a lifetime.	SIGN_UP	https://inqwelljournaling.com/	Inqwell Journaling	https://www.facebook.com/61568370880229/	6	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign up	inqwelljournaling.com	VIDEO		https://inqwelljournaling.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469801554_867751988763306_2834270778299010993_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6nASGSIxxVMQ7kNvgHTUApE&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A0c5pSOaiyz0DRiIfGTdpzM&oh=00_AYBMeOGbMzkHKaTBAAMznJZVPCC1QZb9fCBDGoB6t9mgfQ&oe=6760113F	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Inqwell Journaling	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,638,158	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2638154}'	No	2024-12-11 18:47	active	1990			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/bookdragonart3mis	bookdragonart3mis	https://www.instagram.com/_u/bookdragonart3mis	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/bookdragonart3mis	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/468645558_552773810877063_8405632857901756830_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=DrRalARj8UUQ7kNvgGlu2JU&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYDT-hFmMVA9Vt5YLvevjrxYwDIjIRO-elisVUVl7fnpBg&oe=676019E2	IG_ADS_IDENTITY	1	bookdragonart3mis	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,638,162	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-11 18:47	active	1990		🎉 GIVEAWAY ALERT! 🎉 Win a $250 Smash Park Gift Card and experience ALL the fun: 🏓 Pickleball, 🪓 Axe Throwing, 🎮 Arcade Games, 🍔 Scratch-Made Food, 🍹 Craft Cocktails, and more! HOW TO ENTER: 👉 Follow us ❤️ Like this post 💬 Tag your friends (each tag = 1 entry!) Whether it’s game night, date night, or family night—you’ll be set for endless fun. The more friends you tag, the better your chances! A winner will be randomly selected on December 17 at 9AM CST. #SmashParkGiveaway #SmashPark #Giveaway #FreeGiftCard #GiftCardGiveaway #EnterToWin #TagToWin	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/smashparkroseville	Smash Park Roseville	https://www.facebook.com/SmashParkRoseville/	15,269	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/smashparkroseville	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469872514_575348585118906_4004898127507267847_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zEoAmDGC4rYQ7kNvgGIqOF2&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AWHEjaUCmOtD7IdvtB95qLR&oh=00_AYBR8uUwq6L3e-hyHS9oLRu8Rg_gRXcBz6GY-KGKVxfQfg&oe=675FE664	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Smash Park Roseville	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,638,163	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2638086}'	No	2024-12-11 18:47	active	1990		Did you hear? Our biggest (& coziest) giveaway of the year is HERE!🎄☃️ Be sure to tune in every morning on socials for the reveal of each day’s unique gift or getaway. From cozy cabin bundles to complimentary stays…you won’t want to miss this. How to Enter: 1) Fill out the sweepstakes form every day (linked in our bio) to be entered to win the prize of the day Be sure to tag 3 friends below who you think should enter and don’t forget to repost this on your story!	LEARN_MORE	https://bit.ly/12DaysofGiftsandGlamping	Petite Retreats	https://www.facebook.com/PetiteRetreats1/	40,219	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	gleam.io	IMAGE		https://bit.ly/12DaysofGiftsandGlamping	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469799454_1307637693742081_31623835646344417_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Ul9r6GyctRAQ7kNvgHqrPSX&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AdumkaqXSd57SSekL7bzzRW&oh=00_AYAvHEpzUs3SHXI5Fi-r6TOK8ncS484xU3mu2su5Eptymw&oe=67600B2A	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Petite Retreats	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,638,165	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-11 18:47	active	1990		🎄 HOLIDAY GIVEAWAY 🎄 One (1) randomly selected winner will get a $350 @Target gift card and our new Juice Squeezers to enjoy this holiday season! Here’s how to enter— Follow @BrainiacFoods Like this post Tag a friend in the comments below *for a bonus entry, share to your public Instagram story! Giveaway begins on December 11, 2024 and ends on December 18, 2024. Winner will be randomly selected and contacted via DM. Must be a US resident over the age of 18. This promotion is in no way sponsored, endorsed or administered by, or associated with Meta.	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	https://www.instagram.com/_u/brainiacfoods	Brainiac Foods	https://www.facebook.com/BrainiacKidsFoods/	2,822	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	IMAGE		https://www.instagram.com/_u/brainiacfoods	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469984000_574626485274960_7933057666547835939_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=tEWiIHJv76sQ7kNvgFX58pB&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AG_mHAYzP_KzB6M67_r6SKu&oh=00_AYCvojtqblyAS_0OpaZZUp5q0VKwfmaZEvZYp9hjHaqvIQ&oe=67600084	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Brainiac Foods	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,638,167	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-12-11 18:47	active	1990			VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/boogielightsmusic	Boogie Lights Music	https://www.facebook.com/BoogieLightsMusic/	335	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram Profile	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/boogielightsmusic	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/469985529_1794010778032284_4948184661984566605_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=9gVs52Y3350Q7kNvgEobGD9&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A6IPeWFTfAQ8oBp4AK-keNB&oh=00_AYDqsY-c2IlVB_9H8oQuqu_t1Gb_wXyfdgar8CcYTnnQmw&oe=676003F3	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Boogie Lights Music	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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