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No | 2025-01-04 18:21 | active | 2217 | 0 | Chronic Overthinking Test đ | âšïžïžïžïžïžïžïž Stop overthinking and start living today âšïžïžïžïžïžïžïž đŻ Boost confidence: Develop strategies for better decision making and self-esteem đ« Eliminate negative thoughts: Learn how to identify and reduce toxic thought patterns â Live in the present moment: Become calm, happy, and trust your intuition | LEARN_MORE | https://mindway.app/start?qz=mw1 | Mindway | https://www.facebook.com/61555945144541/ | 19,388 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | mindway.app | VIDEO | https://mindway.app/start?qz=mw1 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/458241224_482325341429711_3809375921712109376_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=DzesYqTsWVUQ7kNvgGSLO1B&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=Aa3Q6Ge_8jgX8qk9YMkdiOQ&oh=00_AYByJq32EyurIyLRHLFqBlGADRTTTbT5Mjg-7BmE8MNzyQ&oe=677F90DB | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Mindway | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Want to know more about this home? | Kelly Denney just listed this 4 Bed / 2 Bath home in Hot Springs National Park, AR for $489,999 | LEARN_MORE | https://www.homes.com/real-estate-agents/kelly-den | Arkansas Real Estate | https://www.facebook.com/HomesnapArkansas/ | 875 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | homes.com | IMAGE | Learn more from Kelly Denney | https://www.homes.com/real-estate-agents/kelly-denney/d4h0wkl/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/472546271_1262766928314284_1565303770895141066_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=-XaGSPScqq4Q7kNvgHzOz5T&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AK5ykweDUFN-SLSh6asB2Sh&oh=00_AYCR8_h5gDVBrL7Rp-0x_G7Mh4QJ8q-7YgHU81QoQ0VEHw&oe=677F9741 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Arkansas Real Estate | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-01-04 18:09 | active | 2215 | 0 | đ Garden State Wedding Expo at Rutgers University | đ Calling all brides-to-be! Don't miss the Garden State Wedding Expo at Rutgers University on January 11th! Explore hundreds of wedding ideas, meet top vendors, enter to win a honeymoon giveaway, and enjoy special offers and door prizes! Get inspired for your big day from NJ's top wedding vendors!. See you there! #weddingexpo #rutgersuniversity #bridesmaids #ido | SIGN_UP | https://www.eventbrite.com/e/garden-state-wedding- | American Bridal Shows | https://www.facebook.com/americanbridalshow/ | 12,572 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Sign up | 0 | www.eventbrite.com | VIDEO | Get your free tickets on Eventbrite! | https://www.eventbrite.com/e/garden-state-wedding-expo-at-rutgers-university-registration-999562066047?aff=ebpredboostfbandigads&td_campaign_id=723824 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/472544087_561041070248102_882649576782743745_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=tITb7KQ-6CkQ7kNvgFP39p8&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A_T547Aypj0Mm0sR615tBVO&oh=00_AYBQJLf0puvqNN8gErUlByx5gOgnGF52PTk5Jaxx2HsucQ&oe=677F8F78 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | American Bridal Shows | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-01-05 09:36 | active | 2220 | 0 | ìŽëČ íŹëŠŹì€ë§ì€ë ìŽê±°đâ€ïž ì°íí ìëČì§ ì ìêž°ê° ë€ëŠŹëì?!đđ€¶ đ§Kelly Clarkson & Ariana Grande - Santa, Can't You Hear Me © Kelly Clarkson -------------------------------------------------------- #ì늏ìëê·žëë° #ìŒëŠŹíŽëœìš #kellyclarkson #arianagrande #santacantyouhearme #christmassong #ë žëì¶ìČ #íë ìŽëŠŹì€íž #POP #music #lyrics #songlyrics #playlist #lyricsvideo | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/rofinmusic | rofinmusic | https://www.instagram.com/_u/rofinmusic | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | VIDEO | http://instagram.com/rofinmusic | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/462699893_1738084293607430_7902867103230958008_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=525117&_nc_ohc=tFeZOS5udIYQ7kNvgHbv6xH&_nc_zt=24&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYBBt7ohkHFWAcHxVfI0ZjYWrxENJkbogLxzJ_YGmQpy-g&oe=67807B38 | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | rofinmusic | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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The sight of Kelly Clarkson's house made our jaws drop. After her divorce from Brandon Blackstock, she and their two children moved into a mansion she bought for $5.4 million. Take a look at this snippet from the incredible life she has had. | The sight of Kelly Clarkson's house made our jaws drop. After her divorce from Brandon Blackstock, she and their two children moved into a mansion she bought for $5.4 million. Take a look at this snippet from the incredible life she has had. | NO_BUTTON | https://en.redshirtsalwaysdie.com/view/?id=kelly-c | TV Is Still Alive | https://www.facebook.com/100076578273042/ | 196 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | No button | 0 | en.redshirtsalwaysdie.com | IMAGE | https://en.redshirtsalwaysdie.com/view/?id=kelly-clarkson-life-red&src=facebook | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461315762_1171557263915519_4671100051696141166_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=eenTXNF8LacQ7kNvgHE5saK&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=APbN17CgzCq__2paJqGNdTU&oh=00_AYCYbL5IFrjWX5sXwGR-OXNmZ0Vwg_-AvyzF0kZnLz9Pgg&oe=67807A21 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | TV Is Still Alive | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Just Listed | 3 bed / 3 bath for $714,800 | https://idhomesearch.net/property/75-98932276-135- | Homes of Idaho, Inc. | https://www.facebook.com/homesofidaho/ | 5,478 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | idhomesearch.net | IMAGE | Avondale Model | Blackrock Homes. Welcome to Estrada Vill... | https://idhomesearch.net/property/75-98932276-135-N-Woody-Knoll-Ln-Eagle-ID-83616 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/472231059_951410173164787_2350307198618530495_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=RBaMfXDWTZ4Q7kNvgFcfSBQ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AK5ykweDUFN-SLSh6asB2Sh&oh=00_AYCPnCTttD-W8JzploH8skm80pkQyrnIlWJspkUFt-H2kg&oe=677F9C23 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Homes of Idaho, Inc. | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Después de 12 años de negación, Kelly Clarkson habló sobre su supuesta aventura con Justin Guarini | Después de siete años de matrimonio, Kelly Clarkson solicitó el divorcio de su marido en medio de rumores de una supuesta aventura con Justin Guarini, rumores que ella negó. Incluso demandó a su exmarido por violar las normas laborales. Aquà estå la historia completa de Kelly Clarkson. | NO_BUTTON | https://en.redshirtsalwaysdie.com/view/?id=kelly-c | TV life | https://www.facebook.com/100095731054081/ | 1,979 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | No button | 0 | en.redshirtsalwaysdie.com | IMAGE | https://en.redshirtsalwaysdie.com/view/?id=kelly-clarkson-affair-truth-es-12u&src=facebook | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461329386_8574166419302569_4429957495269480398_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zqKpILIWc3MQ7kNvgEbGOis&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=APbN17CgzCq__2paJqGNdTU&oh=00_AYASsVn5Tyn1PCAs38rE1zz6JzeG0y8q0GEbjeiBWFXFMg&oe=67808330 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | TV life | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Personalized Men's Boxer | $24.99 | SHOP_NOW | https://petthouse.com/products/petthouse-personali | Pet House | https://www.facebook.com/61559043224514/ | 9,143 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | https://petthouse.com/collections/mens-boxer | CAROUSEL | $24.99 | https://petthouse.com/products/petthouse-personalized-funny-mens-boxer-custom-name-pencil-mens-boxer-funny-valentines-day-gift-for-him | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/472236266_1299311201096253_7023679563795746699_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=6WnhEFLjIQsQ7kNvgFDSxmT&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AE2bda5rXRXFGurG9XeqZ1g&oh=00_AYBQJguQR6hM-t5HymSO3TODe97whH3LeGR2AE0Xzn6D0Q&oe=677F98A5 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Pet House | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-01-05 07:12 | active | 2219 | 0 | The solution to America's credit card crisis. | The banks are hiding a $12.2 billion dollar debt crisis solution from Americans | LEARN_MORE | https://track.dailygivebacks.com/677962b64040fb237 | American Giveback Act | https://www.facebook.com/61555826311881/ | 490 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | track.dailygivebacks.com | DCO | https://track.dailygivebacks.com/677962b64040fb237dff792a?sub1={{ad.id}}&sub2={{adset.id}}&sub3={{campaign.id}}&sub4={{ad.name}}&sub5={{adset.name}}&sub6={{campaign.name}}&sub7={{placement}}&sub8={{site_source_name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/472713861_1125111355692096_6379035217008928814_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=D_8rYffcIKAQ7kNvgGSpNrX&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AmmCuC6Jo9BiAsZUQBDSvae&oh=00_AYD8kzAOHJhX_e0a1XEpPK3uiRBJ7xTGMRyUlfL66CHo1g&oe=67803B66 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | American Giveback Act | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Kelly Clarksonâs Controversial Parenting Have Got Everyone Talking | Discover Kelly Clarkson unconventional parenting methods that will make you cringe! | LEARN_MORE | https://bridesblush.com/trends/kelly-clarkson/?utm | Brides Blush Novias | https://www.facebook.com/bridesblushnovias/ | 47,160 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | bridesblush.com | DCO | https://bridesblush.com/trends/kelly-clarkson/?utm_source=Facebook&utm_campaign=Kelly%20Clarkson%20Story%20Justine1311%20V1%20En%20Dynamic%20PHS3069%20CMD%2094b6%20-%20Mobile%20WW%20FB%20CM&network_code=CM&utm_term=content&v=3 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466887171_1102567737897288_5217002801976458415_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=a-UJCNhr0xoQ7kNvgGA4mpA&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AOPwhOv2oSGpqHy7ASSi3xG&oh=00_AYCHwo6jPpmA_LVcMVuWOHsazMCyczNA6pXQ62JTH_x9Jw&oe=6780641F | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Brides Blush Novias | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Ready to break free from credit card debt? Hereâs how! | If you're dealing with credit card debt: I GUARANTEE to get your high interest debt under control in the next 60 days⊠Think this sounds too good to be true? Then listen up. Because I recorded a short training thatâs helped my clients lower high interest debt within 60 days. The training goes over, not one, but FIVE methods for reducing high interest debt like credit card debt. And no, you don't have to pinch pennies, sacrifice your lifestyle or budget yourself to the ground. It's actually how Eryn (one of my clients), deleted $11,328 of credit card debt within 60 days. So if youâre tired of being trapped in the âpaycheck-to-paycheck cycleâ and want to not only get out of debt, but start growing your savings and investments⊠The training is also heavily discounted. In fact, it's the cheapest it will ever be... Click below to find out more. | LEARN_MORE | https://kingeducates.com/ccdebtfree | Leon Educates | https://www.facebook.com/61562891263393/ | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | kingeducates.com | IMAGE | Stop struggling with credit card debt! Learn these 5 powerful ways to finally break free and get back on track. | https://kingeducates.com/ccdebtfree | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/472277787_949242130088621_1948190980105102803_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_r88abMrsmkQ7kNvgHXXPQy&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A7eLy6Y1ps7Kp5E_6madIKP&oh=00_AYDYn0SCf2BbkRq5hm5GiSTsvOkWLNtt92V3GMRO9WQlow&oe=67806032 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Leon Educates | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-01-04 18:24 | active | 2218 | 0 | Read next chapter | On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancé and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bl**dshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an a**air with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a m*rderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a v**gin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A g*nshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a g*nfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bl**d. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a t**too on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his g*n and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's t**ptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with le**erous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bl**d spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bl**d-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B**ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, g*n in hand, and unleashed a hail of b*llets on the stunned th*gs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bl**dy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bl**d splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bl**d, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bl**d from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bl**d clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her t**gue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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Yes | 2025-01-04 18:09 | active | 2215 | 0 | Read next chapterđ | He divorced her because of cheating. She left a message: "You will regret it." 4 years later, he saw her on TV and introduced her as a top 100 female CEO, but she shone and attracted everyone's attention. He was frustrated and begged to win her back! ===== In the bustling, weathered heart of Orkset, flames erupted violently within an ancient apartment building. Propelled by gusts of wind, the fire devoured the structure, belching dense smoke and bright, searing tongues of flame. "Saved! They've been saved." The words echoed amidst the chaos. Firefighters emerged from the smoldering inferno, carrying Carrie Campbell to safety at the roadside. Her features, usually refined and expressive, were now smeared with soot; her sparkling eyes dimmed to a vacant gaze, hollow and lost. As reality seeped back into her consciousness, Carrie felt a rush of gratitude overpower her usual composure. Her voice, hoarse and weak, conveyed a profound "thank you" to her rescuers. Shaking, she fumbled for her phone, her fingertips quivering as they found the familiar number. "Hello, the person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later..." The automated message played after a few rings, leaving her with a lump in her throat, her unvoiced frustrations and sorrow welling up inside her. Bang! With a deafening roar, the explosion abruptly silenced the cold, mechanical voice echoing through the line. Carrie's head snapped upwards, shock painted on her face as she witnessed the apartment she had just exited erupt into flames. Chunks of debris were hurled into the air by the force of the blast, scattering across the sky. Panic engulfed the crowd as survivors, freshly rescued, screamed in terror. They huddled together, seeking solace in each other's arms, their cries piercing the tumultuous scene. In stark contrast, Carrie lay alone on a stretcher, her isolation magnified amidst the chaos. "Kristopher..." Fighting the dread creeping up her spine, Carrie pressed her lips together tightly and dialed her husband's number again, her resolve unwavering. Yet, the call disconnected after a few short rings, leaving her with a haunting silence. Just then, a Twitter notification flickered on her phone screen. The gossip feed was alive with the latest gossip: #LiseNash #MysteriouBoyfriend. According to the tweet, a producer from a well-known variety show had invited the renowned star Lise Nash to a dinner, which had quickly soured when she declined to partake in a toast. This act of defiance had sparked a confrontation, only to be interrupted by Lise's domineering boyfriend. He stormed into the private dining room, dismissing the producer with a dismissive wave and escorting Lise away. The tweet described the scene vividly, painting a picture of a powerful man defending his beloved partner. Yet, perhaps due to his prominence, only the back of the man was visible in the accompanying photos, preserving his anonymity. Meanwhile, Lise, donning an oversized suit jacket, beamed a smile, reaching out to clasp his hand as they departed together. Carrie's eyes were glued to the screen, her stare intense and unblinking as she absorbed the image before her. There he was--Kristopher Norris! The suit jacket draped carelessly over Lise was a dead giveaway. Every piece of clothing Kristopher owned had been meticulously tailored by a master craftsman abroad, a detail Carrie knew all too well. Her grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles blanching to a stark white, as if her very soul were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain sharp and acid-like in its intensity. In her most desperate moment, Kristopher had coldly disconnected their call, choosing instead to be at Lise's side. What was the worth of their two-year marriage? The tears she had been holding back now overwhelmed her, streaming down her face. Even as she tilted her head back in a futile attempt to stem the flow, the tears continued to escape. Lise had always been Kristopher's first love, a fact whispered and gossiped about among their circles. The Norris family had never approved of Lise, seeing her ordinary background as unfitting. Forced apart by family pressures, it had been Lise who ended things, but the past, it seemed, was not easily left behind. Kristopher had diligently pursued the leadership of the Norris family, harboring dreams of finally being with Lise. Yet, when he reached his goal, he discovered that Lise had already chosen another. In defiance of his family's expectations and perhaps out of bitterness, Kristopher turned to Carrie, a woman equally devoid of wealth or status, to become Mrs. Norris, thereby blocking any matchmaking attempts by his relatives. At that time, Carrie faced immense pressure from her father, Tristan Campbell, who was pushing her towards a marriage with a playboy, the son of a business associate, to cover her grandmother's steep medical expenses. Both Kristopher and Carrie, driven by their personal motives, consented to a marriage of convenience. Originally set for just one year, their contractual marriage stretched beyond its term, sustained by a shared understanding between them. Over time, Carrie began to believe in the authenticity of their union, never suspecting that it was merely an extension of her hopes. Just moments ago, a fire had nearly claimed Carrie's life. In that critical moment, she reached out to Kristopher, only to be twice rebuffed as he spent his time with Lise. This harsh reality shattered Carrie's illusions, revealing that her perceived transition from pretense to genuine relationship was nothing but a facade maintained by her own desires. Carrie wasn't even a temporary substitute in Kristopher's life but merely a pawn used to spite his family. After a poignant pause, tears welled up in Carrie's eyes, unstoppable and poignant. It might be time for her to release herself from the shackles of her own hopeful delusions--to stop deceiving herself. Chapter 2 Trending Topics The overwhelming number of injuries from the fire was staggering, straining the already frantic doctors and nurses as they tried to provide aid. Carrie had been merely grazed by a splintered clothes rack, which left a deep, jagged wound on her calf. In comparison to the chaos around her, her wounds seemed almost negligible. She managed to get basic care--a brisk cleaning and a quick wrap of bandages--at a local hospital before catching a cab back to her house. Bayview Villa, a grand property under Kristopher's name, was technically their matrimonial residence. Living alone had become the norm for Carrie, as Kristopher was hardly ever around. She had bid farewell to the housekeeper, discovering that her life could be quite adequately maintained with just takeout, deliveries, and the occasional visit from a part-time cleaner. Now, she found herself the sole occupant of the sprawling living room, sinking into the sofa, her gaze drifting across the empty space. The stark, monochrome decor did nothing to imbue warmth into the atmosphere. A chilling realization crept up on her: this vast, elegant space felt more like a colossal tomb, a silent grave for her lost years of youth and a love that had quietly slipped away. In this cold, echoing house, would anyone even notice if her breath ceased one day? Carrie exhaled a weary sigh, her frame heavy as she leaned against the cold wall for support, struggling up the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor. Each step was a battle, sending stabbing pains shooting through her from the surface of her skin down to her aching bones. The house, stark and hollow, echoed even the smallest sounds, magnifying her sense of isolation. It was today, amidst this profound silence, that Carrie truly grasped the all-encompassing nature of her loneliness--it was almost tangible, enveloping her senses with its texture and mournful whispers, tightening around her heart like a vice, producing a dull, relentless ache. Upon reaching the sanctuary of her bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, the very embodiment of exhaustion, feeling it both physically and spiritually. Just as she surrendered to this weariness, the sharp ring of the phone pierced the silence. "You reached out to me earlier. What do you need?" Kristopher's voice cut through the line, cold and distant as ever. Carrie was caught off guard by his unexpected call. Words failed her as she parted her lips to respond, but before she could collect her thoughts, a soft, feminine voice floated through from the other end. "Kristopher, will you join me to..." A surge of emotions tightened Carrie's grip on the phone, her heart thumping louder with each second. Overwhelmed and unable to contain her rising panic, she demanded, "Who's there with you?" Kristopher gave no answer, merely stating in a flat, disinterested voice, "If there's something you need, let's catch up when I'm back. I have pressing engagements right now, so I must disconnect." He promptly ended the call, cutting off any chance for Carrie to reply. As the harsh beep of the disconnected line filled her ears, Carrie's lips twisted into a rueful grin. How utterly foolish she felt! Deep down, she knew his response all too well, yet she had clung to the hope of hearing his voice confirm it. With a sense of self-inflicted irony, Carrie activated her tablet and scrolled through the day's hot topics. One headline caught her eye: "A female star shielded from harassment at a dinner by her formidable partner." A wry smile twisted her lips. Carrie knew all too well what it was like to face harassment at those kinds of dinners. She vividly remembered her first major audition after her entering the showbiz; her agent had escorted her to a dinner with the influential director and producer of the drama series "Serene Sighs." As a novice in the dizzying world of showbiz, Carrie had felt incredibly vulnerable, uncertain of how to navigate the murky waters of such gatherings. The producer had eyed her shamelessly, sneering as he asked, "Is this the new talent you're introducing? She appears presentable, but I'm curious to see how she fares with a drink. Here's the deal, if you can gulp down this bottle in one go, I'll secure you an audition for the lead role." Carrie was inclined to decline, but under the relentless pressure from her agent, she found herself compelled to consume the entire bottle. As the evening wore on, she was hurriedly taken to the hospital suffering from a severe stomach ailment. Her agent, fretful about the prospect of the role slipping away to another, quickly settled the hospital charges and departed. At that time, Carrie found herself isolated in a hospital bed for several long days. Yet, even before Carrie could be released from the hospital, the media was abuzz with the announcement that Lise had secured the lead role in "Serene Sighs." Subsequently, her agent rebuked Carrie for her lack of ambition, complaining, "You are more appealing than Lise, so why can't you show more drive? She cozied up to Mr. Norris and hardly had to make an effort. She's surrounded by people eager to cater to her every need. I've heard that Mr. Norris personally orchestrated her landing the lead role in this production!" When the show premiered, Lise was catapulted into stardom, swiftly ascending to the elite echelons of the acting world. From that moment forward, Carrie let her acting aspirations wane and chose instead to devote herself entirely to supporting her husband, Kristopher. After all, no matter her efforts, she could never get the same career opportunities that Lise seemed to receive effortlessly with Kristopher's offhand remarks. At that time, Carrie had believed she was filling the role that was meant to be Lise's as Mrs. Norris, which meant she owed Lise. By giving up the career opportunities to Lise, Carrie thought they would settle their unspoken debt. However, Carrie hadn't foreseen that Lise would claim both the coveted career and Kristopher's affections. As Lise's professional and love life blossomed, Carrie came to the painful realization that she had been overly consumed with her romantic pursuits, at the expense of her career, and now, she found herself bereft of both love and professional fulfillment. With tears streaming down her face, Carrie viewed her past two years as tragically misguided. Given another opportunity, she resolved she wouldn't be so unguarded, letting her heart recklessly fall captive to Kristopher's charm. "Ms. Spencer, the new copyright contract is prepared. Please review it for any discrepancies." Her phone buzzed with the alert, snapping Carrie out of her reverie. She gazed at the PDF file attached in the message, her mind briefly overwhelmed. Under the pseudonym Katrina Spencer, Carrie had once made a name for herself as a budding screenwriter, selling numerous scripts in her early days. During her early career as Katrina, Carrie often sold her work for a pittance, compelled by her urgent need for immediate cash. Over the years, these scripts transformed into blockbuster films and hit series, catapulting Katrina's reputation to new heights. By this time, Carrie had married Kristopher and was no longer plagued by the financial woes that had once driven her to desperation--her grandmother's hefty medical bills were a thing of the past. With her financial crises resolved, Carrie's life had pivoted to domestic responsibilities, striving to be an exemplary wife to Kristopher. Amidst these changes, her pseudonym, Katrina Spencer, gradually receded into the background. However, her past as Katrina wasn't ready to be shelved just yet. Recently, an interested buyer had come forward, ready to pay a handsome sum for one of her old scripts. Carrie, however, was hesitant to sell. She raised several concerns about the contract presented to her, and to her astonishment, the buyer was genuine enough to revise it accordingly. Holding the revised contract in her hands, Carrie inhaled deeply, her resolve hardening. She seemed to have reached a crucial decision. Her fingers danced over her phone's keyboard with swift precision, typing out a firm command. "Create a divorce agreement following my terms and ensure it reaches Kristopher Norris at the Norris Group." Without pausing for a response, she placed her phone aside and limped toward the bathroom, each step echoing a blend of determination and newfound independence. Chapter 3 Exchange Of Conveniences Thirty minutes had passed, Carrie finally heaved herself up from the bathtub, her limbs feeling heavy and uncooperative. As she lifted her gaze, her own image in the mirror halted her movements--her skin appeared as smooth and impeccable as fine porcelain, glowing with an unblemished radiance. Her eyes, deep pools of allure, sparkled with an enchanting, soft warmth, inviting anyone who dared meet her gaze. Despite edging into her late twenties at twenty-five, she reveled in the fact that time had yet to etch its marks upon her flawless complexion. Surely, a woman with such a visage had no place for self-pity. Absorbed in her contemplation, Carrie carelessly extended her right leg onto the cold floor, forgetting it was the very limb she had injured. Wrapped excessively in cling film to shield it from moisture, the tight encasement had stifled her circulation, rendering her leg eerily numb. As her foot touched down, it betrayed her, slipping forward unexpectedly. "Ah!" Carrie gasped, her arms flailing in a frantic ballet, searching for a lifeline in the void. Just as she teetered on the brink of a painful rendezvous with the floor, the bathroom door burst open. Kristopher stood at the entrance, his suit immaculately tailored, creating a striking figure. As their eyes locked, he paused, visibly taken aback, then quickly closed the distance with brisk strides. Carrie's breath caught as Kristopher swept her up in a graceful bridal style, an unexpected tightness wrapping around her waist. Caught off guard by his sudden appearance, Carrie realized with a jolt that she was completely bare. A flush of embarrassment washed over her as she instinctively clutched her hands over her chest. This was their first moment of such intimacy since their wedding, and the discomfort made her toes curl inward, her skin blushing a delicate shade of pink. Kristopher looked down at her with a mischievous grin. "Let's be honest, there's not much to see," he teased gently. Feeling both mortified and slightly irritated, Carrie snapped back, "Oh, Mr. Norris, after all you've seen, I suppose nothing can impress you anymore." She carried her C-cup curves with understated charm, a touch of sensuality that outshone Lise's painfully flat, almost awkwardly rigid build. Yet Carrie knew well that without love, even the most perfect physique paled in comparison to the charm of one dearly cherished. Nonchalantly, Kristopher reached for a bathrobe hanging behind the door and draped it over her. His frown deepened at her comment. "What are you talking about, Carrie?" A thought seemed to strike him, and his expression grew even more impatient. "Tell me, did you send those divorce papers in the dead of night just to lure me back here--to catch you completely bare?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "I told you I was swamped with work. Was this dramatic display really necessary?" Carrie's temper flared at his accusatory tone, reigniting the tension between them. He was always so quick to lose patience with her. She wasn't the type to throw around words like divorce or breakups lightly. In fact, this was the first time she'd ever mentioned divorce in their two-year marriage, yet he seemed indifferent to her turmoil. He simply dismissed her concerns as if she were overreacting about trivial matters. Despite the throbbing pain in her leg, Carrie mustered her strength and said, "Put me down." Kristopher, however, paid no heed, his eyes scanning her leg swathed in bandages. His brow furrowed slightly. "What happened to your leg? Is this some elaborate ploy to lure me back?" At his words, a bitter laugh escaped Carrie. It seemed he viewed her as merely seeking attention, and in failing to capture it, she had likely concocted a story to draw him back, allowing her to dramatize her plight in his presence. With a blank face, she replied untruthfully, "It's a beauty treatment that shouldn't get wet." "Why did you suddenly decide to undergo such a treatment?" Kristopher inquired, his tone casual as he carried her outside, not pressing the issue further. His frame was large, and through his thin shirt, she could distinctly feel the warmth of his body and the defined shape of his chest muscles. The closeness created an uncomfortable tension for Carrie, who had resolved to end things once and for all. Her voice climbed involuntarily, sharper this time. "Oh, since when have you been concerned with such minor things, Mr. Norris?" For the first time, Kristopher witnessed her using biting sarcasm; it struck him as peculiarly amusing. With a calm demeanor, he responded, "You're my wife, it's only natural I'd be concerned about your well-being." "Really?" There was a somber note in Carrie's voice now. "It seems like you've never really regarded me as your wife. I'm scared that if I were to die, you wouldn't even know until much later." After all, at that very moment, Kristopher had been distracted, lost in moments with his first love, too consumed to lend an ear to her desperate pleas. Caught off guard by her accusation, Kristopher's eyes widened with surprise before he let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Carrie, what's brought on this sudden outburst of anger? Just because I was tied up this afternoon and missed your call? Perhaps I've been too indulgent with you lately, and it's made you a bit too presumptuous?" Carrie froze, startled. Was he accusing her of being too presumptuous? She realized their marriage had always been lopsided. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a transactional partner, a woman who had bartered her freedom for financial security. Their union was meant to be a mere exchange of conveniences, yet she had, quite foolishly, fallen deeply in love with him. In the tricky terrain of romance, the one who fell first invariably found themselves at a distinct disadvantage. Kristopher's dismissive reaction left Carrie reeling, her emotions dismissed as trifles, a tight knot of suffocation rising in her chest. "I said to put me down this instant!" Carrie exclaimed, jerking her head to the side, her voice laced with a sharp edge of impatience. Kristopher remained mute, effortlessly carrying her towards the bed before suddenly releasing his hold. Carrie felt a jolt as the support vanished, her heart skipping a beat as she instinctively grasped for him. Their bodies collided on the bed, her bathrobe teetering on the brink of decency, threatening to unravel with any minor shift. Propped on one elbow, Kristopher gazed down at her, his lips curled into a sly, teasing grin. "You wanted to be let go, didn't you? So why cling to me now?" His eyes, deep and sparkling like a midnight lake speckled with stars, captivated her. In those celestial depths, Carrie caught a glimpse of her own reflection. At times like this, she was misled into believing he harbored a deep affection. Sadly, his heart was a fortress reserved for Lise, and all Carrie had left were empty fantasies. "Boring!" she exclaimed, her voice devoid of any enthusiasm as she attempted to rise, her hand inadvertently brushing against something unexpected. The following moment brought a noticeable shift in his cock pressing against her stomach. "Don't move, or I can't promise what might happen next," he warned in a deep, gravelly voice. With a frown, Carrie internally cursed upon hearing the statement. It was an undeniable fact. Primal instincts steered the actions of men. Absence of affection didn't quell their basic desires. Yet, she dared not agitate Kristopher. Angling her face away, her body remained rigid, frozen in place. Carrie, feeling irked, shot back. "Didn't you say there's nothing here to see? What's with the reaction now, Mr. Norris? Are you really that easy to impress?" No sooner had her words flown than she grasped the potential repercussions of her sharp tongue. A wave of regret surged through Carrie, but instead of anger, Kristopher responded with a chuckle, "You are my wife, after all. Since that's something I can't alter, I might as well embrace it. Besides, it's been years since we became husband and wife--it would be a shame to neglect you completely." Chapter 4 Are You Out Of Your Mind? Kristopher slipped his hand beneath the folds of her bathrobe, his touch tracing the curve of Carrie's skin, as smooth and delicate as silk. He encircled her slender waist, drawing her closer with a gentle yet firm grip. Her face, a captivating canvas of defiance and visible irritation, ignited in him an uncontrollable urge to claim victory over her resistance. His breathing grew heavy, yet he remained composed, slowly removing his tailored suit. The fabric of his suit brushed lightly against Carrie's cheek, releasing a mix of scents: a familiar woody aroma intertwined with an unexpected zesty twist of lemon. It was unmistakably Jo Malone's Blue Agava and Cacao--Lise's signature scent. A surge of nausea overwhelmed Carrie at the realization. As Kristopher's eyes, now shaded with a stormy intensity, drew nearer to hers, the proximity conjured unwelcome visions of him with Lise. Her stomach churned violently, and with a sudden movement, she pushed him away, propping herself up with a jolt and a dry retch. "Ugh..." Her stomach had been empty all day, leaving her with nothing to bring up. The desire in Kristopher's gaze flickered out, replaced by a cold, detached expression as he withdrew slightly. Observing the genuine distress and the reddening of Carrie's eyes, Kristopher perceived her reaction for outright disgust at their closeness. He paused, fingers adjusting his shirt cuffs, his voice cold as he confronted her. "Carrie, is this reaction reserved only for me, or is it how you respond to all men?" The air in the room turned frosty, thick with tension. Carrie swallowed the sharp sting in her throat, her eyes widening in shock as she stared up at him. Ever since their marriage, she had cut ties with nearly all her male friends, yet here was Kristopher, casually tossing out comments sharp enough to cut glass. The years of love she had poured into their relationship now seemed utterly futile. Heat crept up her neck, coloring her cheeks a bright scarlet as indignation took hold. Without thinking, her hand flew up and delivered a stinging slap across Kristopher's face. All her suppressed grievances from the day ignited in that swift motion. Her bathrobe, loosened in the heat of the moment, slipped from her shoulders. Ignoring the flush of exposure, she swiftly gathered the fabric and draped it around herself, her movements quick and firm. The impact of her slap had left a light, crimson mark on Kristopher's cheek, marking him with her outrage. His eyes, wide with disbelief, met hers. "Carrie, are you out of your mind?" Out of her mind? Yes, she was clearly insane to ever fall for him in the first place. Carrie fumed silently, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, the sharp buzz of the phone on the table cut through the mounting tension, its vibration bringing a brief respite from their standoff. Kristopher cast a fleeting glance at the message, shut off the phone with a snap, and strode towards the door, his back rigid with tension. Her voice, firm and unwavering, chased after him. "We're getting a divorce! Make sure you sign those papers before you walk out that door!" Kristopher paused briefly and said sharply, "I have something to do now. When I return, do whatever pleases you." With that, he forcefully shut the door. Carrie's eyes followed his unwavering exit, feeling an oppressive weight compressing her chest once again. She disregarded the sharp sting in her leg and hobbled determinedly toward her tablet. Fingers trembling, she hastily navigated to Lise's Twitter page. Lise had just uploaded a new tweet. The photo showed her lying down with a fever patch adhered to her forehead, still enveloped in Kristopher's familiar jacket. The caption read, "Being sick makes me extra clingy. Wishing I had someone here. Stay cozy and take care, everyone!" The simultaneous timing of these two events made it almost impossible for Carrie not to suspect that Kristopher had dashed off to tend to Lise. Carrie's instincts loudly proclaimed that this was no accident; Lise had deliberately sought to tug at Kristopher's heartstrings. It appeared her tactics were effective. Not even Carrie's stark threat of divorce could overshadow Lise's theatrical display of vulnerability. Seething with fury, Carrie quaked like a leaf swept into a storm. She steeled herself against the heartache, forcefully ripping the plastic wrap from her aching leg. After her lengthy soak, the bath's lingering moisture had infiltrated her skin, inflaming the wound until it was a vivid, angry red and painfully swollen. She, too, could be clingy. Even in the harshest times back in the county, she had shown vulnerability, breaking down into soft sobs within the comforting arms of her grandmother, especially that one time she got burned by the scalding kettle. But such vulnerability had its time and place, and it wasn't now. The stark reality of Kristopher's exit forced Carrie to confront her need for self-reliance. Biting down hard on her lip, Carrie cleaned the throbbing wound with a practiced hand before securely wrapping it anew. She rose with a newfound resolve and yanked a black suitcase from the far end of her expansive walk-in closet--it held all the belongings she'd brought into this house as a hopeful bride. She grabbed a fresh set of clothes to slip into and left a bank card neatly on the bedside table. She had transferred every penny she'd earned over the past year onto that card, effectively settling her financial entanglements with Kristopher over the last two years and cutting him out of her life for good. Dragging the heavy suitcase behind her, she limped painfully out of the opulent villa. As she passed through the gate, she wrapped her baseball jacket more tightly around her slight figure, her silhouette hauntingly solitary in the enveloping darkness. The night air of early spring was bitingly cold, devoid of any trace of warmth, a chill that seemed almost faint compared to the ice forming in Carrie's shattered heart. She had arrived here with nothing but a suitcase and a heart full of dreams, and now she was leaving, dreams crumbled, utterly alone. A bitter laugh slipped through her lips. If only she hadn't fallen so hard for him, if only she'd proposed an amicable separation at the end of their agreed year, maybe she wouldn't be wandering now, a lost soul in the shadow of her former self. Lise didn't have to lift a finger, and Carrie had already fallen, utterly broken and beyond redemption. Chapter 5 A Gathering Meanwhile, in the Oasis Club, renowned as the priciest spot in Orkset, the air within the VIP room crackled with excitement. Under the spell of bright lights and thumping music, a diverse group of men and women lounged together, basking in the exclusivity of the setting. Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing Kristopher in the doorway. The karaoke session halted abruptly as the crowd turned to greet him in unison, voices mingling. "Kristopher..." Before they could utter another word, a woman cloaked from head to toe stepped out from behind him. Lise, with a fluid motion, removed her mask and slid her arm through Kristopher's. She addressed the room with a poised charm. "My assistant took a sudden leave, and I found myself without company. Not keen on spending the evening alone, I invited Kristopher to join me. I trust that's alright?" Lise's beauty was without question. Her face was a delicate composition of cherry lips and a sculpted nose, framed by eyes that shimmered with a vulnerable allure, commanding a protective fervor from those around her--her presence, ethereal. In contrast, Carrie's features were more pronounced, her beauty vivid and striking. Lise, by comparison, carried a softer, more understated elegance. Yet, as it often goes, matters of the heart followed no simple paths. While Kristopher and Carrie were married, it was in name only; Kristopher seemed detached and seldom included her in private social events. The group didn't have much of a relationship with Carrie, leading them to feel no obligation to defend her. Upon hearing Lise's comment, a moment of discomfort rippled through the air. Nonetheless, they quickly recovered, offering a congenial smile as they said, "We're all friends here; let's not bother with formalities." Lise offered a subtle, knowing smile, as she gracefully accompanied Kristopher into the bustling room. The event that evening had been meticulously planned to express appreciation for Kristopher's contributions. As they stepped into the room, the crowd parted like the sea, making way for them to proceed to the seats of honor. The group's leader handed Kristopher a glass of wine with a flourish, proclaiming with a broad grin, "We truly owe you a debt of gratitude, Mr. Norris! Your exceptional talents are the talk of the town, and witnessing them firsthand today only confirms it. Without your expertise, securing this contract would have been a fantasy!" Their gathering marked the launch of a novel shopping platform, one that had been in negotiation with numerous local brands in Orkset. But the scenario changed dramatically when the tech giant JoyBuy dramatically entered the scene, stirring up the competitive landscape. Competing with JoyBuy was akin to the classic David versus Goliath tale--hopelessly daunting. In a surge of desperation, they turned to Kristopher, reaching out through a network of connections for his renowned strategic prowess. With his characteristic swiftness, Kristopher hatched an ingenious plan and swiftly secured the deal, snatching it from the clutches of JoyBuy right before the business association could ink their agreement--a masterful coup that reverberated success. This remarkable turnaround only intensified the already deep respect everyone held for Kristopher. Albin Murray, beaming with pride, couldn't help but boast, "Ah, just look at the caliber of his friends! They thought they could steal deals right under our noses, obviously underestimating Kristopher's clout!" Albin, born into the wealthy Murray family, counted himself among Kristopher's closest friends. He was renowned for his sprawling social web--a network through which the desperate plea for help was channeled to Kristopher. Meanwhile, Kristopher himself, the focus of all their discussions, reclined nonchalantly on the couch, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights. He was well-versed in the art of receiving compliments; thus, his expression stayed calm and detached. The ambient light sculpted his angular features, casting dramatic shadows that emphasized his high nose bridge and sharply cut jawline, as though he were a living masterpiece. His natural grace and detachment eclipsed any terrestrial magnificence. Following a sequence of celebratory toasts, when it became apparent that Kristopher merely touched his glass without truly drinking, the rest of the company toned down their conversation, allowing him a moment of repose with his eyes gently shut. Lise, slightly feverish, opted not to indulge in the spirits, choosing instead to sit in serene silence next to Kristopher, her eyes lingering on him with a look of deep, unmistakable adoration. Albin, captivated by the seemingly perfect pair, pondered the whims of destiny. He discreetly captured their image with his smartphone and nonchalantly shared it across his social networks. As the evening progressed and the liquor dwindled, the room's door swung open anew. Kristopher's personal assistant, Oliver Brooks, made his entrance, acknowledging the gathering with a courteous nod that bordered on respect but avoided groveling, swiftly positioning himself in front of Kristopher. Silence hung in the air, yet Lise, unable to contain her curiosity, leaned in and whispered, "What's going on?" Oliver, maintaining his focus on Kristopher, chose not to respond directly to her. A flush of embarrassment tinted Lise's cheeks as she turned towards Kristopher, hesitatingly inquiring, "Should I leave?" Kristopher adjusted his posture, his voice low and calm as he instructed, "Go ahead, speak." 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Yes | 2025-01-05 09:36 | active | 2220 | 0 | Read more | Sie brachte heimlich ein Kind zur Welt. FĂŒnf Jahre spĂ€ter trafen sie und das Kind zufĂ€llig auf den Vater, was ihn rasend machte! ===== Heute war die zweite Hochzeit meines Vaters, und das Silver Ridge Pack veranstaltete eine groĂe Hochzeitsfeier fĂŒr ihn, da er der Alpha war. Was er jedoch nicht wusste, war, dass heute auch der Todestag meiner Mutter war. Ich stand in einer Ecke und betrachtete die groĂe Hochzeit vor mir, das Kommen und Gehen der Menge. Doch anstatt sich festlich zu fĂŒhlen, war mein Herz voller Unwillen und Groll. Ich wollte nicht auf dieser blöden Hochzeit sein. Ich wollte jetzt einfach meine Mutter begleiten. âDebra, wohin gehst du?" Eine scharfe Frauenstimme ertönte nicht weit entfernt und unterbrach mein GesprĂ€ch mit Vicky Todd, meinem DienstmĂ€dchen. Ich drehte mich in die Richtung, aus der die Stimme kam, und sah meine Stiefmutter, Marley Clarkson, und ihren Diener auf uns zukommen. Marley war viel jĂŒnger als mein Vater. TatsĂ€chlich war sie nur vier Jahre Ă€lter als ich. Sie war die Tochter des Alphas des Frosty-River-Rudels und auĂerordentlich schön. Marleys weiĂes Hochzeitskleid wehte in der Brise. Ihr welliges blondes Haar umrahmte ihr Gesicht perfekt. Sie sah so hĂŒbsch aus wie eine Porzellanpuppe. âHast du vor, einen so wichtigen Anlass wie diesen zu verpassen und deinen Vater Luna in Verlegenheit zu bringen?" verlangte Marley. âNatĂŒrlich nicht!" Vicky schritt eilig ein, um zu vermitteln. âDebra ist mĂŒde und möchte sich ausruhen, das ist alles." "Ist das so?" Marley warf mir einen Blick zu und lĂ€chelte plötzlich. "Gut. Ich möchte mit dir ĂŒber etwas reden." "Warum?" Ich fragte und starrte sie wachsam an. Ich habe mich nie mit Marley verstanden, aber zum Wohle meines Vaters habe ich versucht, ihr so weit wie möglich aus dem Weg zu gehen. Und Marley ist nie von sich aus zu mir gekommen. Jetzt wollte sie mit mir sprechen. Meine Intuition sagte mir, dass etwas Schlimmes passieren wĂŒrde. "Entspannen." Marleys Grinsen wurde breiter. âIch möchte mir nur die Halskette ausleihen, die du trĂ€gst. Es wird perfekt zu meinem Hochzeitskleid passen." âTut mir leid, aber nein." Ich lehnte ohne zu zögern ab. âDas gehörte meiner Mutter." Die Halskette, die ich trug, war das Einzige, was mir meine Mutter hinterlassen hatte, und ich schĂ€tzte sie sehr. Es war meine einzige Verbindung zu meiner Mutter. Immer wenn ich sie trug, hatte ich das GefĂŒhl, dass meine Mutter mir nahe war und mich nie verlassen hatte. NatĂŒrlich wĂŒrde ich es nie jemandem ausleihen, schon gar nicht meiner Stiefmutter. Marley schien meine Gedanken zu lesen. Sie milderte ihren Tonfall und sagte sanft: âWarum bist du so kalt zu mir? Es ist unser erster gemeinsamer Tag als Familie". Wenn Marley mich wie eine Familie behandeln wĂŒrde, wie sie behauptet, hĂ€tte sie nicht versucht, meiner Mutter ihr letztes Hab und Gut wegzunehmen. âTut mir leid, aber ich kann es dir nicht leihen." Ich warf ihr einen kalten Blick zu. âDann gib mir nicht die Schuld. Ich brauche diese Halskette." Marleys sanftes LĂ€cheln wurde augenblicklich durch ein Grinsen ersetzt. Dann gab sie ihren Dienern ein Zeichen. Die beiden Diener sprangen sofort auf. Der eine packte meinen linken Arm, der andere meinen rechten. Sie zwangen mich in die Knie. Vor Schmerzen zuckend hob ich den Kopf und sah Marley vor mir stehen. Ihr schönes Gesicht war vom Spott befleckt. Sie streckte ihre schlanke Hand aus und riss mir die Halskette vom Hals. In der nĂ€chsten Sekunde löste sich der Verschluss und die Kette wurde mir abgenommen. âWas zum Teufel machst du da?" Ich hĂ€tte nie gedacht, dass diese Frau so schamlos sein wĂŒrde. âMarley, gib mir meine Halskette zurĂŒck!" Sogar Vicky war entsetzt. âDas kannst du nicht machen! Diese Halskette hat Debra von ihrer Mutter bekommen!" WĂ€hrend sie sprach, eilte Vicky nach vorne, um Marley am Gehen zu hindern. Einer der Bediensteten, die mich festhielten, trat sie weg. Vicky war die beste Freundin meiner Mutter. Nach dem Tod meiner Mutter blieb sie mir zuliebe im Rudel und blieb ihr ganzes Leben lang Single. Sie hat mich praktisch groĂgezogen. Wie kann Marley es wagen, sie so zu verletzen! Mein Wolf Ivy wurde unruhig. Auch ich war auĂer mir vor Wut. Doch bevor ich etwas UnĂŒberlegtes tun konnte, kĂ€mpfte Vicky darum, auf den Beinen zu stehen, zu schreien: âDebra, tu nichts UnĂŒberlegtes!" Ich wusste, dass sie recht hatte. Da Marley nun mit meinem Vater verheiratet war, war sie offiziell die Luna unseres Rudels. Wenn ich sie anfassen wĂŒrde, wĂŒrden mein Vater und alle Mitglieder unseres Rudels das sofort spĂŒren. Es tat mir so weh, sie so zu sehen. Ich eilte herbei, um ihr zu helfen. âIhhh, diese Halskette ist so billig." Ein verspieltes LĂ€cheln erschien auf Marleys Gesicht, als sie sich die Halskette meiner Mutter genauer ansah. âWie konnte deine Mutter dir so etwas Billiges hinterlassen? ErbĂ€rmlich!" WĂ€hrend sie sprach, fummelte sie beilĂ€ufig an meiner Halskette herum. "Mach dir keine Sorge. Ich gebe es dir zurĂŒck. Es ist nur eine Halskette. Ich werde unzĂ€hlige bessere Halsketten haben, jetzt, wo ich die Luna bin." Klicken! Marley warf meine Halskette zu Boden, so fest sie nur konnte. Die Kette riss augenblicklich, und die Edelsteine fielen einer nach dem anderen zu Boden. Das Einzige, was meine Mutter mir hinterlassen hatte, war ruiniert. FĂŒr den Bruchteil einer Sekunde hatte ich das GefĂŒhl, als wĂŒrde mein Herz von einer unsichtbaren, erdrĂŒckenden Kraft zusammengedrĂŒckt. Mit brummenden Ohren kniete ich nieder, um die verstreuten Edelsteine aufzusammeln. Plötzlich schoss ein scharfer Schmerz von meinem HandrĂŒcken hoch. Marley war auf meine Hand getreten. âDu bist die Tochter eines edlen Alphas. Wie kannst du es wagen, schmutzigen Abfall anzufassen? Lass los, meine liebe Stieftochter." Langsam hob ich den Kopf und sah zu ihr auf, meine Augen waren voller Hass und Wut. Ivy war so wĂŒtend, dass sie Marley am liebsten in StĂŒcke gerissen hĂ€tte. âNimm deinen stinkenden FuĂ weg!" NatĂŒrlich rĂŒhrte sich Marley nicht. Sie hatte schlieĂlich nichts zu befĂŒrchten. Sie lĂ€chelte mich verĂ€chtlich an und warnte: âDebra, du solltest besser lernen, deine neue Luna zu respektieren." In diesem Moment begann die Hochzeitsmusik zu spielen. Marley nahm langsam ihren FuĂ weg, richtete ihr Kleid und ging hochmĂŒtig davon, gefolgt von ihren Dienern. Ich ignorierte den Schmerz in meiner Hand und fuhr fort, die verstreuten Edelsteine auf dem Boden aufzusammeln. Jetzt verstand ich, warum Marley die Halskette ĂŒberhaupt haben wollte. Es stellte sich heraus, dass sie mir nur eine Botschaft senden wollte - laut und deutlich. Bis zu diesem Zeitpunkt war Marley mir nur deshalb aus dem Weg gegangen, weil sie meinen Vater noch nicht geheiratet hatte und nicht offiziell die Luna war. Heute war ihre Hochzeit. Nun, da sie die Macht hatte, wollte sie ihrer rebellischen Stieftochter eine Lektion erteilen. Sie wollte mir zeigen, wer die wahre Matriarchin des Rudels ist. âOh, du armes Ding..." Vicky seufzte und half mir hoch. "Mach dir keine Sorge. Ich werde die Halskette reparieren. Ich verspreche, dass es genauso aussehen wird wie vorher." âDanke, Vicky." Ich zwang ihr ein LĂ€cheln auf und versuchte, meine Traurigkeit zu unterdrĂŒcken. Die Hochzeit meines Vaters und Marley begann offiziell. Unter dem gleiĂenden Licht feierten mein Vater und Marley ihre Liebe, wĂ€hrend die Werwölfe ihre neue Luna feierten und willkommen hieĂen. Niemand bemerkte mich, die bemitleidenswerte Wölfin in der Ecke, und niemand erinnerte sich an meine tote Mutter. Ich bin deprimiert und wĂŒtend. Aber egal, wie viel ich trank, ich konnte dieses LĂ€cheln auf Marleys Gesicht nicht vergessen, das mich zum Kotzen brachte. Ich konnte es nicht ertragen. Ich musste hier raus. Gerade als ich mich umdrehte, um zu gehen, stieĂ ich versehentlich mit der Person zusammen, die hinter mir stand. Kapitel 2 Debras Sicht--Wundervolle Begegnung Ich hob meinen Kopf und sah den Mann vor mir wie in Trance an. Sein blondes Haar leuchtete wie die Sonne im Winter und strahlte eine warme und beruhigende Ausstrahlung aus, die die Menschen beruhigte. Sein hĂŒbsches Gesicht schien von Gott selbst gemeiĂelt worden zu sein und glich einer exquisiten Skulptur. Aus irgendeinem Grund wurde Ivy unruhig. Sie sehnte sich danach, diesem geheimnisvollen Mann nĂ€her zu kommen. âLiebling, komm nĂ€her an ihn heran!" schrie sie mich mit unverhohlener Aufregung an. Ich war verwirrt, aber ich ignorierte Ivys DrĂ€ngen, weil ich den fleck auf der Kleidung des Mannes bemerkte. âOh Gott, es tut mir so leid." Ich entschuldigte mich sofort bei ihm und taumelte zum Tisch, um ein Taschentuch zu finden, mit dem ich ihn abwischen konnte. âMach dir keine Sorgen." Der Mann winkte abweisend mit der Hand. "Die Hochzeit ist sowieso furchtbar." "Was? Wie kommst du darauf, das zu sagen?" Die Worte des Mannes und seine offene Art haben mich sofort neugierig gemacht. Alle jubelten dem glĂŒcklichen Paar zu, aber dieser Mann hatte die Dreistigkeit zu sagen, dass es schrecklich war. Nun, diese harsche Kritik war wirklich ĂŒberraschend. âEduardo hat einen schlechten Geschmack", erklĂ€rte der Mann sachlich. Er sah Marley an, der inmitten der Menge strahlend lĂ€chelte. Er blickte zu Marley, der inmitten der Menge strahlend lĂ€chelte. Marley wird kein guter Luna sein." Der umherschweifende Scheinwerfer leuchtete kurz auf den Mann und beleuchtete seinen Adamsapfel. Mein Herz begann zu rasen, und ich konnte nicht mehr klar denken. âWoher weiĂt du das?" Ich starrte ihn an und versuchte, ihn einzuschĂ€tzen. âHast du um ihre Hand angehalten, aber sie hat nein gesagt?" Der Mann kicherte und schaute mich an, als sei ich ein narr. âWie sind Sie zu dieser Schlussfolgerung gekommen? Wenn ich sie nicht abgewiesen hĂ€tte, hĂ€tte sie sich nicht mit Eduardo zufrieden gegeben. Wenn ich jetzt ja sagen wĂŒrde, wĂŒrde sie alles stehen und liegen lassen und mit mir durchbrennen." Dieser Mann hatte Marley abgewiesen? Es wurde immer interessanter. Ihn fĂŒr sich zu gewinnen, war so Ă€hnlich, wie Marley zu besiegen. Getrieben vom A**ohol wurde ich mutiger. Ich sah ihn von oben bis unten an und rĂŒmpfte die Nase in gespielter Neugier. "Warum? So charmant bist du nicht." Mit seinem Ego auf dem Spiel, verengte er seine Augen auf mich und flĂŒsterte: âIst das so?" Er drĂŒckte mich gegen die Wand. Jetzt verstand ich, warum Ivy so unruhig war. Es lag daran, dass dieser gut aussehende Fremde Ă€uĂerst attraktiv war. Es gab keinen Zweifel, dass er mein SchicksalsgefĂ€hrte war. Ich konnte nicht anders, als auf die AnnĂ€herungsversuche des... Ich konnte mich nicht einmal mehr daran erinnern, wann er mich in das Zimmer zurĂŒckbrachte. In dieser Nacht, von ihm gefĂŒhrt, fĂŒhlte ich mich wie ein kleines Boot auf dem Meer, das von den riesigen Wellen hin und her geworfen wird. Kapitel 3 Debras Sicht--Schockierende Neuigkeiten Am nĂ€chsten Morgen wachte ich mit, das Sonnenlicht, das durch das Fenster hereinströmte, blendete mich vorĂŒbergehend. âWas zum - was ist los?" Erinnerungsfetzen an die der letzten Nacht strömten in mein Bewusstsein. Warte eine Sekunde. Wer war dieser Mann? VerblĂŒfft drehte ich mich langsam um und entdeckte einen Mann neben mir, der tief und fest schlief. Meine GĂŒte! Ich habe eine Nacht mit einem Fremden verbracht? âWas meinst du mit einem Fremden?" Ivy protestierte. âEr ist dein Kumpel." âMein Kumpel? Oh, Gott sei Dank." Durch Ivys spöttische Worte fĂŒhlte ich mich viel weniger schuldig. âWirst du ihn nicht ĂŒberprĂŒfen?" fragte Ivy. "Ja natĂŒrlich." Ich beugte mich neugierig vor, um einen besseren Blick auf meinen so genannten Kumpel zu erhaschen. Er war tatsĂ€chlich gutaussehend, sehr gutaussehend. Er war wahrscheinlich der bestaussehende Mann, den ich je in meinem Leben gesehen hatte. Ein verlorener Ausweis in der Ecke fiel mir ins Auge. Als ich den Namen auf dem Ausweis sah, schlug mir das Herz bis zum Hals. âOh mein Gott, Ivy. Ich bin fertig!" Ich schlug mir an die Stirn und bereute es augenblicklich. Dieser Mann war kein anderer als Caleb Wright! Er war der berĂŒchtigte Alpha des Thorn Edge Packs, berĂŒchtigt fĂŒr seinen schrecklichen Ruf. Kein MĂ€dchen bei klarem Verstand wĂŒrde sich ihm nĂ€hern. Es wurde gemunkelt, dass sogar die Mondgöttin ihn verabscheute, weshalb ihm auch keine GefĂ€hrtin zugewiesen wurde. Noch schlimmer war die Tatsache, dass die Kinder in seinem Rudel aus mysteriösen GrĂŒnden immer sehr frĂŒh starben. Viele Wölfinnen mussten ihre Kinder sterben sehen. Wenn bekannt wird, dass ich die Nacht mit ihm verbracht habe, wĂ€re nicht nur mein Vater wĂŒtend, sondern das ganze Silver Ridge Pack wĂŒrde mich Ă€chten. Selbst meine tote Mutter wĂŒrde sich wahrscheinlich im Grab umdrehen. Ich konnte mir die furchtbaren Folgen nicht einmal ansatzweise vorstellen. Ich musste weglaufen, bevor es jemand herausfand. âWie konnte das sein?" Ivy schnaubte unzufrieden. âEr ist dein Kumpel! Ihr seid fĂŒreinander bestimmt!" "Den Mund halten! Ich will nicht, dass mein Leben von Caleb Wright ruiniert wird!" Ich ignorierte Ivys Proteste, zog mich schnell an und schlich mich hinaus. Alles lief gut. Alle schienen ĂŒber die gestrige Hochzeit zu reden, und niemand beachtete mich. Ich war erleichtert. Als ich nach Hause kam, stellte ich fest, dass mein Vater und Marley nicht da waren. Sie waren wahrscheinlich auf Hochzeitsreise. In diesem Moment ertönte eine besorgte Stimme hinter mir. âLiebling, wo warst du? Ich habe die ganze Nacht nach dir gesucht. Ich war so besorgt!" Vicky schaute mich besorgt an und ab. Ich fĂŒhlte mich furchtbar schuldig, aber ich wagte nicht, ihr die Wahrheit zu sagen. âTut mir leid, Vicky. Ich war so betrunken, dass ich drauĂen eingeschlafen bin." "Ist das so?" fragte Vicky mit skeptischem Blick. âHast du letzte Nacht versucht, dich an deiner Stiefmutter zu rĂ€chen?" "Was? NatĂŒrlich nicht!" Ich gab vor, wĂŒtend zu sein und wechselte das Thema. âUnd selbst wenn, na und? Sie ist letzte Nacht zu weit gegangen. Wenn du mich nicht aufgehalten hĂ€ttest, hĂ€tte ich dieser Frau eine Lektion erteilt." Vicky schĂŒttelte hilflos den Kopf. Sie konnte mir nichts tun. âNun, sie ist jetzt die Luna unseres Rudels. Versuchen Sie, keinen Ărger zu machen." "BuĂgeld." Um ehrlich zu sein, hatte ich nicht vor, mich mit Marley anzulegen. Ich habe meinen Vater geliebt und wollte ihn nicht in ein Dilemma bringen. UnglĂŒcklicherweise war Marley anderer Meinung. Sobald sie die Luna unseres Rudels wurde, begann sie, mir Ărger zu machen. Sie versuchte, meinen Vater davon zu ĂŒberzeugen, dass eine Partnerschaft zwischen dem Silver Ridge Pack und dem Frosty River Pack eine gute Idee sei. Diese Partnerschaft war jedoch nicht nur unvorteilhaft, sondern, soweit ich das beurteilen kann, könnten wir sogar Verluste erleiden. Ich merkte, dass etwas nicht stimmte, und fragte, ob ich die vorgeschlagenen Projekte ĂŒberprĂŒfen könnte, aber Marley erlaubte mir nicht, mich einzumischen. Marley weigerte sich sogar, mich in irgendwelche Angelegenheiten des Rudels zu verwickeln, was sie noch verdĂ€chtiger erscheinen lieĂ. Ich musste also meinen Vater davon ĂŒberzeugen, mich an diesen Projekten teilnehmen zu lassen. WĂ€hrend dieser Zeit fand ich heraus, dass das Frosty River Pack finanzielle Probleme hatte. Marley hatte jedoch die entsprechenden Berichte verfĂ€lscht und diese Tatsache verschwiegen. Da mein Vater immer an das glaubte, was Marley sagte, war es fĂŒr mich riskant, etwas UnĂŒberlegtes zu sagen, also beschloss ich, die Sache heimlich zu untersuchen. Leider verlief meine Untersuchung nicht reibungslos. Marley schien mich durchschaut zu haben. Sie hat nicht nur versucht, mich davon abzuhalten, an den Treffen teilzunehmen, sondern sie hat sogar dem Frosty River Pack befohlen, mich im Dunkeln zu lassen. NĂ€here Informationen konnte ich nicht in Erfahrung bringen. Eines Tages nahm ich an einer Rudelversammlung teil und versuchte, die Schwachstellen in Marleys PlĂ€nen aufzudecken, als mein Vater plötzlich jemanden schickte, um mich zu rufen. Auf dem Weg zu ihm wurde mir plötzlich ĂŒbel und ich musste mich ĂŒbergeben. âFĂŒhlst du dich schon wieder krank?" Vicky streckte ihre Hand aus und rieb mir den RĂŒcken. âWas ist los mit dir? Du hast noch kein Ergebnis vom Arzt bekommen? Es sind Tage vergangen." âNein, noch nicht. Ich bin auch verwirrt. Ich fĂŒhle mich schon seit einiger Zeit krank, aber ich weiĂ nicht, was los ist." Als ich das Arbeitszimmer meines Vaters betrat, warf er mir unerwartet wĂŒtend den PrĂŒfungsbericht zu. âDebra, du bist wirklich etwas Besonderes!" Die Wut und EnttĂ€uschung stand meinem Vater ins Gesicht geschrieben. "Sehen Sie, was Sie getan haben!" Ich hatte meinen Vater noch nie so wĂŒtend gesehen und es machte mir Angst. Nachdem ich etwas Mut gefasst hatte, holte ich tief Luft und sah mir den PrĂŒfungsbericht an. In der nĂ€chsten Sekunde riss ich die Augen auf. Im Bericht stand, dass ich schwanger sei. Als ich das Urteil las, wĂ€re ich auf der Stelle fast ohnmĂ€chtig geworden. Kapitel 4 Debras Sicht--Schreckliche Gefangenschaft âErzĂ€hl es mir, Debra. Was zur Hölle ist passiert?" Auf der Stirn meines Vaters zeichneten sich blaue Adern ab, die aussahen, als wĂŒrden sie jeden Moment platzen. "Wer ist der Vater?" Ich biss mir auf die Lippe, weil ich nicht wusste, was ich sagen sollte. Ich war zu schockiert, um klar denken zu können. Marley goss noch Ăl ins Feuer. âDebra, du hast uns wirklich im Stich gelassen. Die Tochter eines Alphas schwanger, bevor ihr ein Partner zugewiesen wurde? Das ist unerhört! Ein solcher Skandal wird sich definitiv auf den Ruf des Rudels auswirken." Da ich keine andere Wahl hatte, habe ich die Wahrheit gesagt. âEr ist Caleb Wright, dem Alpha des Thorn Edge Packs. Er ist mein Kumpel." "Was? Bist du sicher, dass er es ist?" Das Gesicht meines Vaters erstarrte plötzlich. Sein Gesichtsausdruck Ă€nderte sich mehrmals. Aber er beruhigte sich allmĂ€hlich und murmelte: âEs wĂ€re besser, wenn du mir die Wahrheit sagen wĂŒrdest." Obwohl Caleb in Bezug auf sein Privatleben einen schlechten Ruf hatte, war bekannt, dass er ein hervorragender Alpha war und das Thorn Edge Rudel unter seiner Herrschaft gut gedieh. Offensichtlich war mein Vater eher bereit, die Tatsache zu akzeptieren, dass Caleb mein GefĂ€hrte war. Wenn das der Fall wĂ€re, bliebe der Ruf des Rudels intakt. âIch werde mich darum kĂŒmmern", sagte er unwirsch, obwohl sein Ton viel sanfter war als zuvor. âIch werde jemanden schicken, der Caleb danach fragt. Wenn ich herausfinde, dass Sie lĂŒgen, werde ich Sie streng bestrafen." Dann sorgte mein Vater dafĂŒr, dass ich in der Zwischenzeit hinter Gitter gebracht wurde. Ohne dass er es wusste, hatte Marley die GefĂ€ngniswĂ€rter angewiesen, mich in ihre schlimmste Zelle zu sperren - eine Zelle, die speziell fĂŒr VerrĂ€ter und die schlimmsten Verbrecher verwendet wird. Die Zelle war dunkel, feucht und roch nach Pisse. Die einzige Bettdecke in der Zelle war zerrissen und schĂ€big, schlimmer noch als die Kleidung eines StraĂenbettlers. Sobald ich in die Zelle geschoben wurde, musste ich mich ĂŒbergeben. Mein Magen schmerzte so sehr vom Erbrechen, dass ich mich nur auf dem Boden zusammenrollen konnte, um den Schmerz zu lindern, und von Zeit zu Zeit zuckte. Nachts war es in der Zelle extrem kalt. Ich hatte das GefĂŒhl, als wĂŒrde ich erfrieren. âHey, wach auf. âDas FrĂŒhstĂŒck ist fertig", spuckte mich der Wachmann barsch an. Er warf mir ein StĂŒck verschimmeltes Brot zu und stieĂ eine SchĂŒssel mit Wasser zu mir. Das Wasser roch nach Abwasser. Ich habe es nur aus der Ferne gerochen, aber es hat gereicht, um mich wieder zum WĂŒrgen zu bringen. Der Wachmann grinste: âDu bist ziemlich wĂ€hlerisch, was das Essen angeht, was?" Ich schluckte den Drang zum Erbrechen hinunter und erwiderte: âDas ist ĂŒberhaupt kein Essen!" Der WĂ€chter hat das Wasser umgestoĂen. âWenn du nicht essen willst, dann verhungere! Luna Marley hat uns befohlen, dafĂŒr zu sorgen, dass du hier leidest." Marley? Es ist wieder diese bösartige Frau! Sie hasste mich mehr, als ich gedacht hatte. Das Einzige, was sie nicht getan hatte, war, mich zu töten. Ich biss wĂŒtend die ZĂ€hne zusammen und schwor mir, sie dafĂŒr bezahlen zu lassen. Ich habe geschworen, sobald mein Vater die Wahrheit herausfindet und meine Unschuld beweist, werde ich alle Beweise sammeln, die ich finden kann, um die Zusammenarbeit zwischen dem Silver Ridge Pack und dem Frosty River Pack zu beenden. Dann wĂŒrde ich Marleys Plan aufdecken und meinem Vater ihr wahres Gesicht zeigen. Der Hass gab mir den Lebenswillen. Ich ertrug den Schmerz, streckte die Hand aus und hob das verschimmelte Brot auf. Nur Caleb konnte mich jetzt retten. Ich konnte es kaum erwarten, dass er meine Behauptung bestĂ€tigte. Am nĂ€chsten Tag jedoch ĂŒberbrachte mir mein Vater eine herzzerreiĂende Nachricht. Caleb hat gesagt, dass er seine Partnerin bei der Hochzeit nicht gefunden hat... ...... Wie geht es weiter? Es gibt hier nur eine begrenzte Anzahl von Kapiteln. 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He drunkenly hugged her âCall me husband again ......â | đNyla Jayston was in her third month of trying to conceive when she saw a message on her husband Clark Sumner's phone from a contact named "Jordyn Cheatham". Jordyn: [I think my new nightgown is a bit tight. Why don't you come over and check if it fits?] Attached was a selfie of a woman in a deep V-neck red slip dress, her body partly exposed, exuding seduction. Nyla's grip on the phone tightened. She scrolled up and found Clark and Jordyn's previous exchanges to be strictly work-related, which made her frown. 'Was the text sent by mistake? OrâŠ' A hand wrapped around Nyla's waist from behind, breaking her thoughts. Clark pressed his warm body against hers and gently nibbled her earlobe. "Honey, I'm all cleaned up. Do you want to do it on the couch or the bed?" Before Nyla could respond, Clark picked her up and laid her on the couch, his tall frame looming over her. "Since you're not saying anything, I'll choose. Let's do it on the couch," Clark said, his voice husky and his eyes filled with a flicker of fire that made Nyla blush instantly. Nyla was already beautiful, and the slight flush on her cheeks made her look like a tempting, ripe, juicy peach under the light. Clark's gaze grew darker. He leaned in to kiss Nyla, but she suddenly turned her head away. Sensing her resistance, he looked at her with confusion. "Honey, what's wrong?" Clark, usually assertive at work, now looked at Nyla with a mix of confusion and hurt, which softened her heart momentarily. Despite that, she hadn't forgotten the explicit selfie she had just seen. She stopped him with one hand on his chest and held up his phone with the other, showing him the screen. "Explain this first." Clark glanced at the screen and immediately frowned, grabbing the phone to make a call. It was quickly answered. "Mr. Sumner, what can I do for you?" Clark glowered, and his voice turned icy. "I didnât know my secretary started soliciting clients." There was a moment of silence before Jordyn's panicked voice came through. "M-Mr. Sumner, I'm sorry. That message was meant for my boyfriend. I must have sent it to you by mistake..." "Next time it happens, pack your things and leave!" Clark hung up and looked back at Nyla, his expression softening, even showing a hint of grievance. "Honey, she sent it by mistake. If you're still upset, I'll fire her tomorrow. It's late now, so letâs not waste time on someone unworthy. We haven't seen each other in a week. You need to make it up to me tonight." Clark pulled Nyla in for a kiss, but her mood was ruined despite the issue being cleared up. She wasn't in the mood anymore and pushed him away. "I'm tired tonight. Let's continue tomorrow." A flash of disappointment crossed Clark's eyes, but he didn't pressure her. "Alright, you sleep first. I'm not tired yet, so I'll go to the study to handle some work." "Okay." ⊠It started raining heavily in the middle of the night. The sound woke Nyla, and she reached out only to feel the cold space beside her. She glanced at the clockâ3:16 a.m. Nyla wondered whether Clark was still working. She got up, put on a robe, and went to the study, but it was dark and empty. Her grip on the doorknob tightened, and her heart sank. Nylaâs phone suddenly chimed, startling her in the quiet night. Seeing that it was a text from a stranger, she had a gut feeling that reading it would mean no turning back for her and Clark. A thunderclap boomed outside, startling her into accidentally pressing it. [Still awake? Because your husband isn't with you?] [I was scared because of the thunder and power outage, and he came to comfort me.] [Don't you want to know where your husband is?] As Nyla read the messages and the boastful tone, her hands trembled uncontrollably. After a long while, another text came in with an address and a series of digits. Nyla bit her lip, grabbed her car keys, and drove straight there. By the time she reached the villa, it was past 4:00 a.m. She entered the code, and the door unlocked. The living room lights were on. From the entrance to the bedroom door, a man's suit and a woman's lingerie were strewn about, revealing the urgency of their actions. Seeing the torn red nightgown at the bedroom door, Nyla felt a sense of absurdity. Although the distance from the entrance to the bedroom was only a few meters, it felt like an eternity to Nyla. Standing at the bedroom door, she felt light-headed and dizzy. She reached out, trembling, and slowly pushed the slightly open door. The sight of the messy bed and the bared couple entwinedâtheir heavy breathing filling the roomâpierced Nyla's heart. The couple was so engrossed that they didn't notice her standing there. Nyla's hand on the door frame turned white from gripping it too hard, leaving red marks on her palm. She had been with Clark for eight years, from school days to marriage, envied by everyone around them. Until today, she had never imagined betrayal between them. Now, reality dealt her a cruel blow. Even the most sincere wedding vows couldn't withstand a fickle heart. Unable to bear the sight, Nyla turned and stumbled out, driving away. She stopped by a bar on the way and decided to go in. ⊠By the time Valarie Weir arrived, Nyla had already downed two bottles of whiskey, her gaze slightly unfocused. "Valarie, you're here..." Seeing Nyla surrounded by several men, Valarie frowned. "All of you, leave!" "No, they're fine hereâ" "I said, leave!" After driving the men away, Valarie sat next to Nyla. "What happened? Did Clark really cheat on you?" Valarie was Nyla's university roommate and had witnessed Nyla and Clarkâs journey from school to marriage. She had seen Clark treat Nyla well all these years, so she couldn't believe he would cheat. Upon hearing Clarkâs name, Nyla's gaze dimmed, and the heart-wrenching pain came rushing back. "I don't want to hear that name right now." Chapter 2 Nyla downed her drink in one gulp. She had never imagined Clark would betray her. Seeing him in bed with another woman felt like a dagger through her heart. "I just can't believe it. He loved you so much. He didn't seem like the type to cheat. Maybe there's a misunderstanding," Valarie suggested. Nyla let out a cold laugh. "I saw it with my own eyes. How could that be a misunderstanding?" The room fell silent. Watching Nyla drink like there was no tomorrow, Valarie grabbed the glass from her hand. "Even if he cheated, you shouldn't punish yourself by getting drunk. What are you going to do now?" "I'm getting a divorce. Just thinking about him with that woman makes me sick." Upon seeing the defiance in Nylaâs red eyes, Valarie's heart ached. "Don't think about it now. You need to rest. Decide what to do next once youâre calm. I'll take you home." Nyla shook her head. "No... I don't want to go back." Returning to that house would only bring back the sickening images of Clarkâs betrayal. Each recollection made her feel nauseous. Seeing Nylaâs reluctance, Valarie didn't insist. "I'll book you a hotel room then." ⊠After booking a room, Valarie took Nyla to the hotel entrance. "Are you sure you don't want me to take you up?" Nyla shook her head. "No, you go rest. I'll be fine." She waved with the room card and walked into the hotel. Seeing Nyla walk steadily, Valarie finally breathed a sigh of relief and drove away once Nyla was inside the hotel. What she didn't know was that Nyla, when drunk, appeared sober but was actually a mess inside. Nyla entered the elevator, scanned her card, and the elevator began to ascend. Soon, the doors opened with a ding. As Nyla stepped out onto the carpet, her legs almost gave out. She steadied herself against the wall, massaging her aching temples while searching for her room number. The wine was taking its toll, and her vision blurred. She found Room 8919 and tried the card on the door. Hearing no beep, she frowned and was about to push the door when it suddenly opened. Nyla froze. Before she could react, a large hand yanked her into the dark room. The door slammed shut, cutting off the light from the hallway. She was pressed against the door, a man's breath hot against her ear, making her shiver. The familiar scent of pine filled her senses, but before she could place it, she felt the warmth of his lips on hers. "Mmph!" Realizing what was happening, Nyla struggled. Damon was strong, and with the wine dulling her strength, her hands felt weak, almost inviting as she pushed against his chest. Damonâs hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire, and her body grew more responsive under his touch. Nyla tried to push him away, but he easily caught her wrists and pinned them above her head. "Letâ Mmph! Let me goâŠ" He stopped kissing her and chuckled. "No need to play hard to get." His fingers traced her collar, the cool touch making her shudder. His body heat seemed to melt her, and her legs grew weak. In the dark, Nylaâs senses heightened. She felt Damon unbuttoning her clothes, her mouth dry, her last bit of rationality warning her that this was going too far. "Let me go!" She mustered all her strength to push him, but he simply picked her up and threw her onto the bed. The bed was soft, so Nyla didnât feel pain, but the impact made her head spin. She tried to get up, but Damon pinned her down. Soon, her clothes were gone, and they were both nearly bared. He pressed against her, ready. His dominating presence made her tremble. She pushed against his chest, biting her lip to stay calm and clear-headed. "Mister, I think I entered the wrong room. Please let me goâŠ" Nylaâs voice shook with tension. "Tsk!" Damon's voice was impatient, his tone cold. "Still playing?" He was about to get up and kick Nyla out when the room light suddenly came on. Nyla had accidentally hit the light switch in her struggle. The sudden light made Damon squint. He was shocked when he saw the terrified woman beneath him. Nyla, recognizing Damon, felt the blood drain from her face. The fear sobered her instantly. She couldnât believe itâthe man who almost violated her was Clarkâs uncle, Damon Summer! "Uncle DamonâŠ" Nyla had always been wary of Damon. He was the youngest son of Richard Sumner and Marie Thorne, doted on by them and known for his unpredictable, cold nature. Even outsiders avoided crossing him. When she married Clark, he had warned her to steer clear of Damon. "Shut up!" Damon's face was dark, his gaze icy, as he contemplated whether to silence her for good. Then, his eyes shifted to her bare body, darkening further. He turned away, getting off the bed. "Get dressed and get out!" As Damon moved, Nyla caught a glimpse of him where she shouldn't, and her face turned red with embarrassment. Upon seeing her flushed face, Damon's expression soured even more. "Still not leaving?" Nyla could not care less about her embarrassment as she hastily dressed and left without looking back. Once outside, she checked the room number and realized her mistakeâit wasnât Room 8919, but Room 8916! She had entered the wrong room and almost slept with her husbandâs uncle. The thought made her headache worse. She should have let Valarie take her up. Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now. After Nyla left, Damon dialed a number with a glower on his face. "Delete all surveillance footage from the Empire Skyview Hotel tonight!" Upon hanging up, he looked at the messy bed and sheets, his irritation growing. He had almost slept with his nephewâs wife... What a mess! Chapter 3 On Nyla's way back, she hesitated for a long time before finally messaging Damon, someone whose contact she had had for three years but had never contacted. Nyla: [Uncle Damon... Can we pretend tonight never happened? I was really drunk and went to the wrong room.] She waited for a long time, but there was no response from Damon. Frowning, she sent another message. Nyla: [?] As soon as she sent it, a red exclamation mark appeared: [You are no longer friends with this user. Please send a friend request to continue chatting.] Nyla bit her lip. Damon had deleted her. He must not want to bring this up again. Relieved, she finally felt a bit of peace. ⊠When Nyla got home, it was already past 6:00 a.m. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Clark sitting on the sofa. He turned sharply at the sound of the door, his eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night. "Where were you last night? I called you dozens of times. Why didnât you answer?" Clark stood up and walked quickly toward her, reaching out to grab her hand, but she pulled away. He froze, about to speak, but she spoke first, her tone icy. "You can stay out all night, but I can't?" Nyla had always been gentle. In their eight years together, they had hardly ever argued. This was the first time she had spoken to him so coldly. Clark sensed something was wrong and noticed her red, swollen eyes. His expression changed, and his hand clenched at his side. "You know, don't you?" His voice was calm, without a trace of guilt or panic, as if he had expected this day to come. Upon seeing his unapologetic demeanor, Nyla's long-suppressed emotions finally exploded. She swung her bag at him, her eyes red with fury, like a madwoman. All the good times they had shared, all the happy moments, were shattered the moment she saw him in bed with another woman. They could never be pieced together again. "Clark Sumner, how could you do something so disgusting?! If you didnât love me anymore, you could have divorced me. Why did you have to hurt me like this?" Nyla had assumed that no third party could ever come between them. Unfortunately, reality gave her a harsh slap, waking her from the lies he had woven and turning her love for him into a joke. Seeing her red, tear-filled eyes, Clark felt a pang in his chest. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. "Nyla, Iâm sorry..." Nyla shoved him away, wanting to laugh but only tears came. "Donât touch me with your filthy hands! "Is it that hard to stay faithful? "Since we got married, Iâve met many excellent men, and some have shown interest in me. But Iâve never crossed the line. If I can do it, why canât you?!" Clark clenched his fists when he saw the disappointment and anger in her eyes. "Nyla, youâre the only one I love⊠It was just an accident with herâŠ" His explanation sounded so weak that Nyla found it both laughable and nauseating. "So youâre saying I could sleep with another man and then tell you it was an accident? That I may have betrayed you physically, but my heart still belongs to you?" A flash of ruthlessness crossed Clark's eyes. "If you dare, Iâll end you and that man together in bed." Seeing his icy gaze, Nyla felt a chill in her heart. If he knew betrayal was unforgivable, why would he still betray her? She took a deep breath and spoke slowly. "Do you remember what I told you when you proposed?" She had said that if he ever betrayed her, she would not forgive him but leave him. Clarkâs expression changed. "I will not let you leave!" Nyla wiped her tears, her expression a mixture of ridicule and hatred. "Whether you agree or not, Iâve made up my mind. Iâm divorcing you. You donât deserve my forgiveness." With that, she ignored his reaction and went upstairs. Clark stared at her back, his gaze dark. ⊠Back in the bedroom, Nyla went straight to the bathroom to shower, unable to stand the smell of wine on herself. While applying body wash, she noticed red marks on her chest and paused. The image of Damonâs hands roaming her body flashed through her mind, making her frown. She scrubbed the marks hard until the skin around them turned red, trying to erase his touch. After her shower, she saw Clark sitting on the bed with his head down, lost in thought. She frowned and decided to ignore him. They would be divorced soon anyway. Clark looked up and saw Nyla coming out in just a towel. Her damp hair dripped water, her freshly washed face flushed like a blooming rose with an enticing fragrance. The towel barely covered her behinds, revealing her long, fair legs. His breath hitched, his gaze glued on her. Nyla didnât notice Clark's reaction. She walked to the wardrobe to grab her pajamas when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind. "Nyla..." Clark's voice was husky, filled with undisguised desire. Clark had been thinking about how to win her back downstairs after she left. The only way he could think of was to have a child with her. He had come upstairs to discuss this with her, planning to take it slow. However, he lost control upon seeing her just out of the shower. In the past, such behavior would have stirred Nyla's feelings, but all she felt now was disgust. She turned and pushed him away, her gaze full of revulsion. "Donât touch me. I feel dirty." Hurt flashed in Clark's eyes. He grabbed her hands, his expression earnest. "Didnât you always want a child? Letâs have one now, okay?" Nyla shook him off at his matter-of-fact attitude. "That was before. I might have a child in the future, but it wonât be yours." Her words enraged Clark. He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, pinning her down. "Say that again!" His eyes were full of anger, but Nyla didnât care. "It doesnât matter how many times I say it. Iâm disgusted by you. Iâd rather die than have your child." As soon as she finished speaking, Clark kissed her fiercely. Chapter 4 Nyla froze for a moment, then struggled desperately. Just the thought of Clark kissing another woman the night before filled her with disgust and rage. "Let go!" Her struggles were futile against Clark, who only tightened his grip around her waist. As she fought, her towel loosened, revealing her body. His gaze darkened, and he felt a rush of desire. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Nyla quickly noticed the change in Clark. Furious, she bit him hard, tasting blood in their mouths. Instead of letting go, Clark's other hand slipped under Nyla's towel. She had nothing on underneath, having just come out of the shower. She stiffened and struggled even more fiercely. "Clark, get off me!" Clark ignored Nyla, his fingers teasing her sensitive spots. "Nyla, you need me too, don't you?" Nylaâs struggles were in vain, and she grew increasingly desperate. As Clark positioned himself, she closed her eyes in despair. "Clark, don't make me hate you." Clark halted abruptly. Seeing Nyla filled with despair and pain, like a fragile porcelain doll about to shatter, made him pause. He wanted her desperately, but a voice in his head warned that if he took her now, it would be the end of them. He stared at her, his hand tightening around her waist. After several tense seconds, he suddenly let go and got off the bed, leaving the room quickly. The door slammed shut with a loud bang, making Nyla flinch. She clutched the blanket tightly. ⊠For the next few days, Clark didn't come home. Nyla called him several times to discuss the divorce, but he didn't respond. ⊠The weekend arrived. Nyla was in the living room, sending out job applications when she heard the front door open. Clark walked in, looking haggard. They stared at each other in silence until Nyla broke it, closing her laptop and standing up calmly. "Since you're back, let's talk about the divorce." Clark frowned. "I told you, I won't divorce you. I'm here to remind you that we have to go to the family dinner tonight." The Sumners held a monthly dinner, and ever since their wedding, Clark and Nyla had attended together. The family wasn't kind to Nyla, often treating her poorly. She endured it because she believed Clark loved her. After seeing him with another woman, however, she couldn't lie to herself anymore. "I don't want to go. Go by yourself." Clarkâs expression turned impatient. "Nyla, how long are you going to keep this up?" He had ignored her calls and messages, hoping she would calm down, but she was still the same. "I'm not keeping anything up. I just want a divorce." Upon hearing the word "divorce", Clark's patience wore thin. He looked at Nyla as if she were unreasonable. "Divorce? You haven't worked since we got married. How will you support yourself? Which company would hire you? And what about your father's exorbitant medical bills? Can you afford those? "Nyla, you're not a teenager anymore. You're 28. It's time to grow up. "I'm the CEO of the Sumner Group. I face temptations all the time. Sometimes, it's hard to resist, but those women will never take your place as my wife. What more do you want?" Clark couldn't understand why Nyla didn't see that he still loved her, even if he couldn't commit to being with her forever. Seeing Clarkâs arrogant demeanor, Nyla couldn't reconcile this man with the shy boy who had once blushed while confessing his love and promising never to hurt her. Maybe this was his true selfâselfish, proud, and condescending. "If being mature means tolerating your infidelity, then I'm sorry, I can't do that. Find someone else. Here are the divorce papers I've had drafted. Sign them when you have time." Clark glanced at the documents, sneering when he saw the section on asset division. "Quite the appetite you have, asking for half my assets. Do you really think that's possible?" "I deserve it. Why not?" Clark chuckled, his tone mocking. "Look around this house. Did you buy anything here? I've been covering your father's medical expenses for years. If we tally things up, you should be paying me. Should I have my lawyer do the math?" As Nyla watched his bitter expression, she couldn't believe she had once loved this man. He had hidden his true self so well that, until she caught him cheating, she had thought he was a great guy. "Don't forget, if it weren't for me giving you that patent, you wouldn't be the Sumner Group's CEO. And you were the one who told me to stay home after we got married. If I had continued my research, I would have earned far more than what you've given me." Unfazed, Clark replied, "Who would believe you about the patent now? "I don't want to argue about money, but if you insist on a divorce, we'll have to settle accounts. Nyla, as long as you drop the divorce idea, my money is still yours to use." "Clark, you're despicable!" Since he refused to divorce, she'd have to sue. She turned to leave, but he blocked her. "Change your clothes. We're going to the family dinner." "I said I'm not going. Tell them I'm not feeling well." Clark grabbed her wrist. "Nyla, I'm running out of patience. Don't force me to cut off your father's medical expenses." "You wouldn't dare!" Clark took out his phone and called his secretary. "Cancel my father-in-law's medical payment for next monthâ" Furious, Nyla grabbed his phone and ended the call. "You're crossing a line, Clark." "Crossing a line?" Clark's gaze was full of contempt as he yanked her closer. "Everything you have is because of me. Don't you think you're the one crossing the line? Change your clothes, or I have numerous ways to make you comply." Chapter 5 Seeing the coldness in Clark's eyes, Nyla realized how blind she had been to fall in love with such a man. Her eyes stung with unshed tears, but she refused to show any vulnerability in front of him. She yanked her hand away, took a deep breath, and headed upstairs. The only thought in her mind was to find a job quickly so she could move out and divorce Clark. She grabbed a random outfit, tied her hair up with a hairpin, and went back downstairs. She was never one to fuss over her appearance. In the past, she had dressed up for the Sumners' gatherings to make a good impression. Now, she couldn't care less. Hearing her footsteps, Clark looked up. Nyla wore a fitted white dress, her waist so slender it seemed it could be encircled with one hand. Her hair was secured with a jade hairpin, revealing her delicate neck. She was breathtakingly beautiful. The grace she exuded was just like when they first met. However, the look in her eyes now was devoid of any warmth. "Letâs go," she said. They drove to the Sumner residence in silence. As they arrived and were about to get out of the car, a black Range Rover sped up and stopped abruptly in front of them. Upon recognizing the car, Clark's expression darkened. It was Damon's car, someone he both feared and disliked. Damon was known for his reckless and unpredictable behavior. He had refused to take over the Sumner Group when Richard wanted him to run the company, choosing to start his own business instead. Everyone had expected him to fail, but within five years, his company had grown to be worth several times more than the Sumner Group. Clark couldn't stand Damon, partly out of jealousy. Once, a comment Clark made about Damon reached Damon's ears, and in retaliation, Damon refused to collaborate with the Sumner Group, costing them millions. Damon rarely attended family dinners, and Clark had hoped to avoid him. Luck wasnât on his side todayâthey met at the door. He didnât notice Nylaâs stiffened expression when she saw Damon get out of his car. Clark opened the car door and greeted, "Uncle Damon." Damon glanced at him indifferently, his gaze briefly landing on the passenger seat before he nodded and walked into the house. Nyla let out a deep breath. When Damon looked her way, she had forgotten to breathe, fearing he might say something outrageous. He was known for his unpredictable nature, always doing whatever he pleased. Fortunately, he said nothing. She decided she needed to talk to him privately later. As Clark and Nyla walked into the living room, they saw it was already filled with people. Richard and Marie, the family heads, were chatting with Damon. He was the kind of person who naturally stood out in a crowd. Noticing Nylaâs gaze on Damon, Clark frowned. "Why are you staring at my uncle?" Nyla withdrew her gaze and replied coolly, "None of your business." Her coldness irritated Clark. "Nyla, you know I donât like you paying attention to other men." Ever since they got together, Clark had been extremely controlling, not allowing Nyla to interact with other men. She used to think this was a sign of his love, but now it seemed laughable. She sneered. "And I donât like you sleeping with other women, but you seem to enjoy it just fine." Clark said through gritted teeth, "This is a family dinner. Weâll deal with this later." "If you donât want me to bring it up, then stay out of my business," she retorted. Clark didnât want to cause a scene now because it might affect the Sumner Group and his standing with Richard, who still held all the companyâs shares. As they talked, Marie called out, "Nyla, Clark, youâre here! Come sit down!" Nyla took a deep breath, forcing a smile as she approached. She might not like the Sumners, but she maintained basic manners. "Hello, Grandpa, Grandma," she greeted with a smile. Marie, who had been urging Damon to settle down and get married, looked pleased to see the couple. "Come, sit down." She turned to Damon with a hint of dissatisfaction. "Look at Clark. He manages the company well and has a beautiful wife. They might have children soon. And you? Almost 30 and still single. If you donât bring a girlfriend next time, donât bother coming!" Damon glanced at the couple with a smirk. "She is indeed beautiful." He just wondered how that petite frame would suffer if she were to have children. Nyla frowned, feeling uncomfortable with Damonâs gaze. Clark also noticed the inappropriate way Damon looked at Nyla. It wasnât the look of an elder but more like a man admiring a woman. His hand clenched into a fist, and his body tensed. Marie sighed. "My point is, when will you bring me a daughter-in-law?" "Depends. If I meet someone I like, maybe Iâll bring her back tomorrow," Damon replied nonchalantly. "Youâre too picky! Iâve arranged a good match for you. Date's tomorrow, donât ruin it." "Then youâll probably have to apologize to another old friend tomorrow." Frustrated, Marie snapped, âYouâre going to drive me crazy!â Damon glanced at Clark. âClark's been married for years. Instead of pushing me, why donât you encourage him to have kids?â Marie nodded, realizing Damon wouldnât listen to her. She turned to Nyla and Clark, her expression softening. âNyla, you and Clark have been married for a few years now. When are you planning to have children?â Chapter 6 Nyla lifted her head to speak, but Clark grabbed her hand and smiled. "Grandma, we're working on it!" Nyla tried to pull her hand away, but Clark's grip was too tight. If he wouldn't let her be, she wouldn't make it easy for him either. She turned to Marie. "Grandma, I'm looking for a job right now, so having children might have to wait." The room fell silent. Clark's grip on Nyla's hand tightened painfully, and she winced. Damon glanced at Clark's hand on Nyla, noticing the bulging veins, then looked away indifferently. Clarkâs aunt, Anne Sumner, sneered. "Nyla, don't blame me for being blunt. You've been married for years. How can you not have a child yet? If it weren't for Clark insisting on marrying you, do you think your family could have ever married into the Sumners? "You should be grateful. If you don't want to have Clark's child, there are plenty of women who do. If someone else steps in, youâll be the one looking silly." Besides, Anne thought, "Who knows if Nyla is fertile?" She sounded like she meant well, but her gaze at Nyla was filled with an air of superiority. Marie frowned at Anne, disapproving. "Anne, enough." Anne pursed her lips but stayed silent. Marie turned back to Nyla with a kind smile. "Nyla, you and Clark are still young. If you don't want children yet, that's fine. Just don't overwork yourself. Our family isn't short on money. You can work if you want, but take it easy." Nyla nodded. "I understand, Grandma." With that, the awkward moment passed, and the room returned to its previous warmth. Seeing the attention shift away, Clark pulled Nyla out of the living room. Once they reached the gazebo in the backyard, he released her. "Nyla, have you lost your mind? Do you want everyone to know about our fight?" Nyla rubbed her sore hand and said, "I was just being honest." "Honest?" Clark scowled. "Should I call your father then?" Harrison Jayston was ill and couldn't handle stress. Nyla planned to divorce Clark before breaking the news to him gently. She glared at Clark. "You wouldnât dare! You were the one who cheated. What right do you have to be so self-righteous?" Clark clenched his hands, a flicker of guilt crossing his face before it was replaced by impatience. "I promised it wouldnât happen again. If you don't want to see Jordyn, I'll fire her. What more do you want?" Nyla felt like there was a communication breakdown between them and turned away. "I don't want to argue with you here." When Clark saw her red-rimmed eyes, he softened. "Nyla, I truly know I was wrong. Just don't mention divorce, and I'll make it up to you. I love you. I can't let you go." Nyla found it laughable. How could he claim to love her while being with another woman? Just thinking about him with someone else made her sick. "I will never forgive you." Betrayal was her bottom line. She couldnât pretend nothing had happened or reconcile with him. Clark knew Nyla well enough to understand that he had to be patient. He believed she still had feelings for him. Otherwise, she would have made a bigger scene when she found out. As long as he refused to divorce her, she would eventually forgive him. "Fine, we won't talk about it now. If you don't want kids yet, weâll postpone it to two years later. Since you want to work, I'll have my secretary find you a position at the Sumner Group." Nyla laughed at his arrangement, a mocking look in her eyes. "Clark, do you see me as a puppet you can control?" Hurt by her gaze, Clark frowned. "How am I controlling you? You don't want kids now, so I agreed to wait two years. You want to work, so I'll arrange it. What more do you want?" "Stop pretending. I don't want kids because I want a divorce. I want to work to sever ties with you." Clark looked at Nyla's stubborn face, displeased. Since their wedding, she had been like a canary in his cage. He couldn't let her go. "As long as I don't agree, this marriage won't end. Even if you tell a lawyer I cheated, do you have proof?" Clark's confident tone and controlling demeanor made Nyla step back, trembling with anger. She finally saw how selfish and disgusting he was. She had wasted eight yearsâthe best years of her life, from 18 to 26âloving this man. "You make me sick, Clark!" 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