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2,669,848	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2025-01-27 18:12	active	2332	Read next chapter👉	"He finally remembered the woman waiting for him at home, only to face her divorce papers. Confident she'd regret it, he signed. But post-divorce, she blossomed, turning heads everywhere. Defeated, he 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." A shiver of apprehension coursed through Oliver as he tentatively began, "Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris has departed from Bayview Villa, and..." &9&	LEARN_MORE	https://fbweb.moboreader.net/65282322-fb_contact-e	Lime novel-E	https://www.facebook.com/100090637249756/	284	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	fbweb.moboreader.net	IMAGE		https://fbweb.moboreader.net/65282322-fb_contact-enp26_6-1226-core3.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=124213&accid=2030515880733998&exdata=85BE601C7534C632AED2924BFAC3F8A8B41E68E7A6ECD050	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/473180153_615253940951566_7470955375108003066_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=dXexTXvi54cQ7kNvgHBdhsg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A28SxbydurlcLrNAWnXSj-I&oh=00_AYBKufJN_0MA9OS0oVpvDliXbSQjs8lawZhJozhyqlOPeQ&oe=679DD6D5	PERSON_PROFILE	Lime novel-E	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,670,013	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-01-27 18:15	active	2333	Read next chapter	To survive, she climbed into her so-called uncle's bed. Two years later, she realized she was just a toy. Heartbroken, she left after seeing him at his first love's prenatal checkup. ===== The winters in Ulares were bone-chilling, but inside Cloudscape Mansion, the air was thick with warmth and passion. "Uncle Ethan…" Nyla Green gasped, her voice catching. Ethan's lips quirked into a satisfied smirk. "Being so well-behaved tonight, aren't you?" "Don't you like it when I'm well-behaved?" The hunger in Ethan's eyes was undeniable. "What is it you want?" Settling into the armchair by the window, he asked, his mood seemingly lighter than usual. "Will you give me anything I ask for?" Nyla's voice was soft, hesitant, her hopeful gaze fixed on his sharp, handsome face. "Depends on what it is," Ethan replied evenly. "I want to be Mrs. Brooks." The warmth in Ethan's expression disappeared, replaced by a glacial stare that sent a chill down her spine. Nyla's heart sank as he let out a mocking laugh. "I've been too soft on you," he said coldly. "You think that gives you the right to ask for something like that?" Nyla bit her lip, "Callie's back, isn't she? You're planning to marry her, aren't you?" Callie Higgins--the name itself was enough to twist Nyla's gut. She was Ethan's first love--the woman who had once saved his life from kidnappers when he was eighteen. After the incident, their families agreed that Ethan and Callie would get engaged when the time was right. Ethan's expression flickered, just for a moment, but it was enough for Nyla to know she'd struck a nerve. She'd been with him for two years; she knew him well. "I just want a status. You know how hard it is for me in the Brooks family. Without protection, I--" "Protection?" Ethan cut her off, his tone sharp. In a flash, he was in front of her, gripping her chin firmly. His dark eyes bored into hers, fierce and unyielding. "Do you think I don't see through you, Nyla? You think you're worthy of being Mrs. Brooks?" Chapter 2 Time To Let Go "Ethan Brooks, you haven't changed a bit--still as cold-hearted as ever," Nyla snapped. The warm atmosphere had long since turned to ice. Nyla's expression was calm, though her intentions were anything but hidden. Tears glimmered in her defiant eyes. "If you're not willing to give me what I want, then this is it. From today, we're done. Beyond being my step-uncle, you have nothing to do with me anymore." Ethan's sneer was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blde. "You're the one who climbed into my bd back then. And now you want to walk away? Nyla, do you really think I'm that easy to deal with?" It had been a while since the Green family's sudden collapse. Overnight, Nyla's world unraveled. Her father, Lorenzo Green, took his own life to prove his innocence, and her brother was thrown behind bars. Her mother, desperate to survive, became the mi*ress of Ethan's elder brother, Ryland Brooks. When Ryland's wife passed away, Nyla's mother--pregnant with Ryland's child--married him. The Brooks family made no secret of their disdain. Nyla had always known her place, keeping her distance from the Brooks family whenever possible. But they never intended to stop tormenting her. Out of options, she had turned to Ethan. As the current leader of the Brooks family and one of the most powerful men in Ulares, Ethan was the only one who could offer her protection. "So, what do we call this... arrangement?" Her voice was low, almost mocking. Ethan's gaze lingered on her face--dangerously beautiful, the kind that brought chaos wherever it went. "If you want something else, I might consider it," he said, his tone indifferent as he released her. The implication was clear: he wasn't letting go, not yet. Bitterness rose in Nyla's throat. She could endure being his bdmates, but she wouldn't let herself become the other woman. That was one boundary she refused to cross. "Ethan, I'm tired. This... whatever it is, it's over." The word "over" felt hollow--Ethan had never acknowledged what they had in the first place. She pulled her torn dress over her body, her hands trembling but her resolve firm. Ethan's expression darkened. "What are you trying to prove with this tantrum?" Nyla paused, holding herself together with every ounce of willpower. She stood tall, meeting his gaze. "Mr. Brooks, if you can't give me what I want, then let's not waste any more time. I need to move on." Her words struck a nerve. Ethan grabbed her arm, "Move on? To who?" His voice dripped with menace. "Who else could ever satisfy you like I do? Don't act like this was all some mistake. You crawled into my bd, Nyla. Don't think I'll let you forget that." Nyla's composure cracked as anger flared in her chest. She glared at him, tears brimming. "So what if I did? I regret it! You're going to marry Callie, and I'm supposed to sit here and wait for your scraps? I may be shameless, Ethan, but I'm not that pathetic." The air between them was suffocating, heavy with unspoken truths and unbearable tension. A sudden ring shattered the silence. Ethan glanced at his phone, irritation flickering across his face. He was about to ignore the call until he saw the name. Callie. He released Nyla and answered without hesitation. Nyla watched in silence, her heart sinking at his gentle tone. He'd only ever used it with her in bd. She felt the humiliation settle deep in her chst. "I'll be there soon." Ethan finished the called and then dressed. He turned to Nyla. "I'll have Jackson transfer the money to your account. Don't even think about leaving." The door clicked shut behind him. Nyla sat still, staring at the empty space he left behind. Then, with a bitter laugh, she wiped her tears away. If she couldn't have what she wanted, then she'd take back what little was left of her dignity. It was time to let go. Chapter 3 So What If I Am? Nyla, now in her senior year of college, had already begun her internship while managing her own studio--a venture she had started during her junior year. She specialized in fashion design, and her studio was her pride and joy. But lately, the pressure from competitors had been relentless. Someone clearly wanted her out of Ulares. Despite the frustration, Nyla refused to back down. After a restless night, her body ached as she got ready for the day. She couldn't bring herself to wear her usual professional attire, opting instead for a casual outfit. Even in simple clothes, her elegance and charisma turned heads wherever she went. As she walked into the studio, her receptionist hesitated before approaching her. "Miss Green... um, your mother is here," she said nervously. "We tried to stop her, but... she's holding a baby, and we didn't want to risk anything." Nyla gave her a reassuring smile. Her mother, Vicki Brooks, was difficult to deal with. "It's fine. I understand. You can get back to work." Relieved, the receptionist nodded and returned to her desk. Nyla's studio wasn't large, but every inch of it reflected her touch. She had designed the interior herself, favoring a minimalist elegance that radiated sophistication. In the lounge area, she spotted her mother cradling a baby in her arms. Nolan Brooks, a premature baby, had come into the world when Vicki was in her forties. His arrival had nearly cost both their lives, and since then, Vicki's world revolved entirely around him. Standing silently in the doorway, Nyla observed her mother. Vicki's expression softened as she gently rocked Nolan, her maternal warmth unmistakable. For a fleeting moment, Nyla saw the woman Vicki used to be--a gentle, understanding wife and mother, back when the Green family was intact. But that version of her mother was gone. Now, Vicki was only a mother to Nolan. The thought stung, but Nyla pushed the feeling aside and walked into the lounge. She sat across from Vicki, who glanced up briefly before returning her attention to Nolan. Nyla's assistant quickly brought over a cup of coffee and slipped away without a word. Picking up the cup, Nyla stirred it slowly, the clinking of the spoon breaking the silence. "Why are you here?" she asked, her tone even. Vicki's gaze flickered disapprovingly over Nyla's casual outfit. "You're going out dressed like that? Don't you realize you're representing the Brooks family now? Everything you do reflects on us." Leaning back on the sofa, Nyla replied with a calm, measured voice, "My last name is Green. I've never been part of the Brooks family." Vicki's lips tightened, her frustration evident. "You--" She stopped herself, glancing down at Nolan, who stirred in her arms. Lowering her voice, she continued, "Ryland has arranged a date for you tomorrow at Delight Restaurant. You'll be meeting the second son of the Fowler family. He's from a respectable background, and it's time you start thinking about your future." Nyla raised an eyebrow, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. The second son of the Fowler family had recently been released from prison. Ryland certainly had a knack for picking matches. "I don't have time," Nyla replied dismissively, taking a sip of her coffee. Vicki's composure cracked. "No time? You didn't go to school or your studio yesterday. And you didn't come home last night either. I heard you were at a bar." She had done her homework. Nyla's late-night escapades and partying were the reason Vicki had stormed over. That kind of behavior was unacceptable. If it weren't for Nolan dozing off in her arms, she'd have already started yelling. Then Vicki's sharp eyes zeroed in on a faint red mrk on Nyla's neck. Her expression darkened. "What's that on your neck?" she hissed. "I'm warning you, Nyla. If you're fooling around, I won't tolerate it!" Nyla paused mid-sip, setting her cup down deliberately. She met Vicki's glare with calm indifference. Her mother still looked youthful despite her age. Money sure did wonders, Nyla mused. "And what if I am?" she said, leaning back. "You haven't cared about me in years, so why pretend now? Take your precious son and leave." Chapter 4 Family Dinner "Nyla!" Vicki shot to her feet, her sudden movement jolting Nolan awake in her arms. The baby let out a wail that pierced through the studio. "It's okay, Nolan. Shh, you're okay," Vicki murmured, turning her attention to him and pointedly ignoring Nyla. "We'll go home soon, sweetheart. Be good for Mommy." Nyla rubbed her ears, the irony of the scene grating on her nerves. Without a word, she turned to leave. "Don't forget." Vicki's strained voice rang out behind her. "I've always been the one begging for help for your brother. Do you have any idea how much he's suffered in prison? And your sister-in-law? I've been the one sending her money to survive. If you had even a shred of consideration for me, you'd listen to what I say!" Nyla froze mid-step, her gaze drifting up to the ceiling as a wave of helplessness rolled over her. After the incident all those years ago, her brother had been jailed, and her pregnant sister-in-law had been so traumatized she ended up hospitalized. The baby--already five months along--couldn't be saved, and her sister-in-law's health had never recovered. The family sold everything they owned, borrowed from anyone who'd listen, and still came up short. Eventually, their options ran dry, and even close relatives cut ties. Nyla's sister-in-law finally gave up, saying she didn't want to be a burden. Vicki's marriage into the wealthy Brooks family had brought temporary relief, but her sister-in-law's lingering illness had turned into a lifelong battle--one that drained both money and hope. And Vicki, to her credit, had been the one subsidizing the expensive treatments. Nyla's fingers curled and relaxed along the edge of her sleeve--a quiet gesture of powerless compromise. "Fine. I'll go." Vicki let out a relieved sigh, her tone softening. "There's a family dinner at the Brooks Mansion tonight. Leave work early and make sure you're there. You can't miss it." Nyla felt an immediate headache brewing. She'd planned to avoid Ethan for at least a little while longer, but her plans were thwarted before they'd even begun. "I know you hate going to these things, but think about me. Think about your little brother. He's just a child, Nyla. If you don't look out for him, who will? Please, just do this for me." Vicki's words left no room for refusal. Nyla was at a loss for words. Her mother asked her to protect Nolan, but who would protect her? The Brooks family wore their civility like sheep's clothing, but beneath it, she knew better. They were wolves--every single one of them--and none would spare her if given the chance. And yet, Nyla never voiced these grievances to Vicki. It would only be pointless. Vicki would call her immature, blame her for the Brooks family's hostility, insist that Nyla brought it all upon herself. So Nyla could only swallow her resentment. Later that afternoon, Nyla left work early as instructed. She took her time getting home and changed clothes, knowing Vicki would nitpick if she didn't look the part. She settled on a gray, short tweed jacket over a black skirt--poised, polished, and appropriately elegant. Nyla despised the cold. If it weren't for the Brooks family gathering, she would have bundled herself in two down jackets and called it a day. These social charades were a performance she loathed--hollow and suffocating. But Vicki insisted she need to integrate. Half an hour later, Nyla stepped out of the taxi in front of the imposing Brooks Mansion. Just as she turned to head inside, a sleek Maybach pulled up beside her. Nyla didn't intend to acknowledge anyone--until the license plate caught her eye. Ethan's car. The tinted window rolled down slowly, and two faces came into view--elegant, pristine, and altogether too perfect. "Hello, Nyla." A woman's voice broke the moment. "I'm Callie." Chapter 5 Rivals In Love Nyla had imagined meeting Callie in countless scenarios. Maybe it would happen during one of those stolen moments with Ethan, where they'd be caught red-handed. Or perhaps at Callie and Ethan's engagement party, where Nyla would dutifully offer her congratulations as a younger member of the Brooks family. But never like this--never with Callie deliberately approaching her. Nyla glanced at Ethan, suspicious. Was he behind this? But Ethan's gaze remained locked on her, his dark eyes betraying nothing. Those eyes had a way of pulling people in. She quickly looked away, her voice cold. "Hello. Did you need something?" Nyla didn't like the Brooks family, and she liked Callie even less. Callie was, after all, a rival in love. "Oh, nothing at all. I'd just heard Ethan had a breathtakingly beautiful niece, and I couldn't resist coming to meet you. I hope that's all right," Callie replied, her voice soft and syrupy, the kind of tone that made others instinctively want to protect her, a stark contrast to Nyla's cool tone. "You're exaggerating. I'm just an ordinary person." An ordinary person who was all too easy to manipulate. The moment the words left her mouth, Nyla felt Ethan's gaze on her--sharp, teasing. She met his eyes, her expression frosty, but he didn't look away. Instead, his lips parted, and his cool voice cut through the air. "Let's go. Don't waste time on people who don't matter." Callie offered an apologetic smile. "We'll head in, then. Would you like to join us? It's a bit of a walk." The words "people who don't matter" stung more than Nyla cared to admit. Last night, Ethan had been so close--so possessive he wouldn't let her leave--and now he was acting like a stranger. Huh. If Ethan chose acting as his career, he would win the Best Actor award, and Nyla would gladly be the one throwing tomatoes at his acceptance speech. Plastering on a bitter smile, she replied, "No thanks. I don't feel comfortable riding in a stranger's car." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away. Behind her, the sleek Maybach sped off, its icy wind brushing her cheeks and nearly drawing tears from her eyes. But she refused to cry--not here, not at the Brooks family estate. The sprawling Brooks Mansion loomed ahead, its gardens and private villas spread across more than seven thousand square feet. It was the largest private residence in Ulares and an unyielding symbol of the Brooks family's influence. The family dinner was held in the main house of the estate, and by the time Nyla arrived, the room was already packed. Her eyes immediately found Ethan, standing beside Callie, who was chatting amicably with the wife of Ethan's second brother. They looked disturbingly at ease with one another. "Why are you so late? Didn't I tell you to leave work early?" The voice belonged to Vicki, who appeared beside Nyla in a black gown and white mink shawl, exuding effortless grace. Nyla forced a smile, though she detested the way Vicki had shed her real self to fit into the Brooks family mold. "It's a long drive. Besides, I'm here now, aren't I?" Her eyes roved over the crowd. Faces turned her way, some barely hiding their disdain. "Honestly, we shouldn't have bothered coming." Vicki tightened her grip on Nyla's hand, her voice dropping to a whisper. "If you listened to Ryland and made connections with the Fowler family, we wouldn't be in this position." Nyla's tone sharpened. "If you're in such a rush, feel free to go see my blind date yourself." "Don't be ridiculous!" Vicki hissed, glancing around nervously. The last thing she wanted was to cause a scene here. "Then stop nagging me," Nyla retorted. "Unless you want me to make a real fuss." Vicki bit back her frustration, unwilling to press further. Nyla slipped away and found an empty corner, determined to stay invisible until the endless family dinner wrapped up. But, of course, the peace didn't last. "Nyla, why are you sitting here all by yourself? Are you feeling out of place?" Callie's sugary voice rang in her ear. "I can show you around if you'd like." Chapter 6 Definition Of Decorum "Thank you, I appreciate your concern, Miss Higgins, but that won't be necessary." Nyla blinked leisurely, suppressing a yawn. The previous night had been relentless and exhausting, and as she sat in the quiet corner, weary and disinterested, she had thought no one would disturb her. Unexpectedly, Callie had come over, initiating conversation. As Nyla observed the gentle expression on Callie's face, a sardonic grin took root in her thoughts. She now understood Ethan's distaste for her; he evidently preferred someone more like Callie. "Leave her be, Callie. That woman is nothing but trouble. Who knows who she'll charm next? You're too good for her." These words came from Stella Brooks, the daughter of Ethan's second brother. Nyla turned toward Stella, her expression teasingly challenging. "Perhaps you're right. Maybe I should seek out Lukas for an enlightening chat in his bedroom. He'd probably appreciate it. And perhaps tomorrow I'll drop by Austen's place--I still know how to get in." Lukas Brooks, Stella's younger brother, had been captivated by Nyla from the start, wanting nothing more than to stay by her side. His family, convinced of Nyla's manipulative charm, met her with cold disdain. Consequently, Lukas found himself transferred to a distant boarding school. Austen Mitchell, the focus of Stella's unrequited affections, had grown up next door to Nyla. Their families were intertwined, and he always saw Nyla as kin, a fact unknown to many. This was the root of Stella's vehement animosity toward Nyla. Originally, Nyla endured her insults, but Stella's escalation to physical threats forced Nyla to retaliate. "Shame on you!" Stella seethed, her cheeks burning. "Don't think for a moment you belong in the Brooks household just because you share our roof! You're no better than your mother. It's clear now why your family crumbled--you thrive on being a shameless intruder!" Shadows flickered in Nyla's eyes, her fist tightening inside her sleeve, though her expression remained calm. "Has Austen actually accepted your advances? You seem to be the one relentlessly pursuing him. He freely opens his door to me. Can you say the same? Your efforts seem futile. He shows no interest in you." Stella's eyes welled up, her hand lifted for a slap, but Callie intervened just in time. "Stella, that was uncalled for. Why would you say such things?" Callie's voice carried the weight of a mentor scolding a student. Flushed and tearful, Stella bit her tongue following Callie's sharp scolding. With a restrained smile but firm voice, Callie maintained her composed aristocratic air. "You're under the Brooks' roof now, Nyla. It's high time to leave your old ways behind. We expect decorum in a family of the Brooks family's standing." Nyla noted Callie's attempt to shame her and wondered about her motives. Her secret with Ethan was safe. What was driving Callie's hostility? Was it just a personal dislike? Nyla's lethargy vanished, replaced by simmering annoyance. "Stella called me a shameless intruder and hurled insults, yet you don't accuse her of indecorum. I merely stated some facts, less harshly than her, and yet here you are, Miss Higgins, accusing me of impropriety." Nyla's voice was measured as she locked eyes with Callie, her laughter tinged with scorn. "So, this is your definition of decorum, Miss Higgins? Your upbringing must indeed be exemplary." Chapter 7 Lecture Me On Callie's Behalf? Callie's expression shifted, her eyes softening with a tinge of apology. "I didn't mean it like that," she said gently. "I just thought… it might help you to fit in better with the Brooks family." Nyla's gaze swept over the two women in front of her. Stella still looked like she was ready to tear her apart, while Callie's carefully composed friendliness had started to crumble. Suddenly, the family dinner didn't seem so dull after all. One person warned her not to dream too big about the Brooks family, and the other subtly reminded her of her place as an outsider. How delightfully amusing. "And what does that have to do with you, Miss Higgins?" Nyla asked, standing abruptly. A sly smile curved her lips as she added, "Stella does have a point, though. Who knows who I'll charm next? Maybe one day… Ethan will end up in my bd too. Instead of worrying about me, Miss Higgins, you might want to keep an eye on yourself." The smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Without waiting for a response, Nyla turned and strode toward the garden. "You bch! How dare you even think about Uncle Ethan!" Stella's shrill voice pierced the air. "Callie, see? She doesn't deserve your kindness. She's shameless!" Callie's eyes lingered on Nyla's retreating figure, all pretense of kindness gone. Her voice was cold and measured. "Just an outsider. Does she really think the Brooks family will protect her? Let's see how long she lasts." The garden, though chilled by the winter air, offered a quiet sanctuary to Nyla. Dinner still hadn't been served--Roger Brooks, Ethan's father, hadn't arrived yet. Nyla was grateful she wasn't particularly hungry. Otherwise, she might have had an outright clash with Vicki and left. Most of the flowers had withered, leaving the once vibrant landscape barren and forlorn. She studied the decayed flowers, finding an odd comfort in their desolation. Settling onto a swing tucked in the corner of the garden, Nyla pushed herself back and forth lightly, lost in thought. The Ethan situation was spiraling. If things ended between them now, her carefully laid plans would collapse. When she first approached Ethan, she'd told herself it was all calculated--a means to an end. But somewhere along the way, her emotions had betrayed her. She'd been starved of love for so long that the taste of it--however fleeting--had made her greedy. She didn't want to let him go. "Do you think you can hide out here after stirring trouble?" Ethan's voice cut through the stillness, sharp yet calm. "Do you think the Brooks family is that forgiving?" Nyla froze for a second before resuming her lazy swaying. The light from the house spilled onto her figure, casting her in an ethereal glow that made her seem almost otherworldly--a delicate flower in a crumbling garden. She tilted her head slightly, her hair spilling across her chest, and smiled faintly. "So, are you here to lecture me on your future fiancée's behalf?" Her eyes, glimmering with playful defiance, locked onto his. Ethan hated and loved those eyes--the mischievous glint that made her look like a sly little fox, always drawing him closer. "You're getting bolder." "If that's your reason, you can save your breath," Nyla retorted, bitterness threading her words. "I won't apologize. And you don't have to remind me of my place either. Whether the Brooks family hates me or not is none of your concern. After all, I'm just… insignificant, right?" Ethan's expression darkened instantly. He crossed the distance between them in a few long strides and pulled her down onto his lap as sat on the swing, its frame graning under their combined weight. "Have you already forgotten who was in my b*d yesterday, pleasing me?" Nyla's eyes widened as she struggled against him, "Let go of me! Ethan, this is the Brooks Mansion. Someone will see!" ...... What happens next? 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I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, withdrawing his hands reluctantly. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I'd better leave. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits. I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's, he seemed to dress more casually, and his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims. "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, my brother slams a hand into my stomach. "What the heck did you say to him?" "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "Please…." I beg. "He was an Alpha…I… I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "It's none of your business!" Alpha Trey sputters. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? I was a nobody, no one special. "Deal." After a little more thinking, Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. "If I find out you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about." He struts out, slamming the door behind him. After Dane leaves, my brother grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to have a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. "He's the coldest man in the world, he's killed nine of his mates, I'm waiting to see what happens to you!"	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2,670,227	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2670226}'	No	2025-01-28 15:36	active	2337	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	"Where is she?" I hear the Beta scream. I groan and rise to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket before heading over. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. I don't make a sound. Years of experience has taught me to keep my mouth shut at all times. "Alpha Trey is expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office." Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If only I could find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. But I didn't need another week locked up with no food. My stomach already hurt enough. "We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Don't you understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!" I don't answer, It's a trap, a ploy to provoke me into saying something that would justify punishment. I keep my eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. "He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!" We had never been attacked and we had never attacked anyone, so why did we need another pack to help us? He grabs my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin as he turns me around and kicks me into the office. "Useless Wolf." He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean against it, observing the already clean office. It looked perfectly fine for a meeting with this so-called powerful Alpha. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought that when I turned eighteen, I could finally escape, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of alcohol. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don't quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. "Is this the way you greet all Alphas?" His deep voice rumbles through the room, there was an edge of amusement to his tone. "I'm sorry." I whisper, getting to my feet. "I...I thought I was alone." I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. "Come forward." He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey wil kill me. I step around the corner, doing as I'm told, allowing him to see me properly. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. "You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?" I nod, though I couldn't tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. "I would prefer it if you spoke to me." He growls, "I'm not in the mood to play games." "Yes." I whisper. I couldn't help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? "Why do you smell strange? And how is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me." "I..." I hated the question. "You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?" His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact."My Wolf abilities were bound," I mutter. Twice, I wanted to add. Twice my abilities were bound. But he probably wasn't interested in that part. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, "Why would someone do that?" If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. "It was a punishment." I whisper. It wasn't far from the entire truth. There's a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn't tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me "Neah, what are you doing in my office?" He turns to the crimson eyed man. "I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane." Crap, it's him. My brother spins around, hand poised to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He is taller than my brother, more muscly too. "Neah," My name rolls off of his tongue, "was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested." What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, withdrawing his hands reluctantly. "Neah is your sister, correct?" Alpha Dane questions my brother. "She is." Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. "Why do you treat her like trash?" No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't move but I knew I'd better leave. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. "Neah was responsible for our parents' death." Alpha Trey spits. I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Responsible how?" Alpha Dane's voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. "She served them Wolfsbane." Don't make a sound. Don't make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. "You poisoned your parents?" "I was six." I splutter. "I just made them lemonade." My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. "Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old." "A six year old should know the difference between plants." Alpha Trey snaps "Sounds to me like she was set up." Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of me. "You weren't there, Alpha Dane." My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. "I didn't ask you here to talk about my slave!" Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha's, he seemed to dress more casually, and his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. "You're right and now I have a few things to mull over." "I thought we agreed." My brother exclaims. "Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out." The moment he is out of the office, my brother slams a hand into my stomach. "What the heck did you say to him?" "N...nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny." "Did you tell him?" My head involuntarily moves up and down. "But I didn't say it was you." I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. "If you have ruined this, you won't see daylight again." He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. "Please…." I beg. "He was an Alpha…I… I had to answer him." My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull... "Alpha Dane, I thought you had left." Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. "I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?" "It's none of your business!" Alpha Trey sputters. Alpha Dane laughs. "If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?" I see those crimson eyes land on my swollen face. "I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey." "We have already agreed on terms." "Well, I'm adding one. And if you don't agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don't want that." "I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?" Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. "You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal." Me? Why would he want me? I was a nobody, no one special. "Deal." After a little more thinking, Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn't take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. "I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow." He reaches a hand out and cups my face, "Ensure you have everything packed." He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. 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2,669,830	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	No	2025-01-27 18:12	active	2332	Read next chapter👉	"He finally remembered the woman waiting for him at home, only to face her divorce papers. Confident she'd regret it, he signed. But post-divorce, she blossomed, turning heads everywhere. Defeated, he 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." A shiver of apprehension coursed through Oliver as he tentatively began, "Mr. Norris, Mrs. Norris has departed from Bayview Villa, and..." &9&	LEARN_MORE	https://fbweb.moboreader.net/65282322-fb_contact-e	Lime novel-E	https://www.facebook.com/100090637249756/	284	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	fbweb.moboreader.net	IMAGE		https://fbweb.moboreader.net/65282322-fb_contact-enp26_6-1226-core3.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=124213&accid=2030515880733998&exdata=85BE601C7534C6320FB6B42E3FD98B9D3CE74B1354BE450F	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/473152669_926274216238917_301759397458331473_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=d-XgLBaQIN0Q7kNvgFeul6c&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A28SxbydurlcLrNAWnXSj-I&oh=00_AYD_FHZsWHpM85raEcpIUOxesmw7RePY-WWM6rsHFrCLXg&oe=679E044B	PERSON_PROFILE	Lime novel-E	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,670,277	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2670276}'	Yes	2025-01-28 16:24	active	2338	🔥🔥Click to read the next chapter for free👉	The divorce papers were printed half an hour ago. Before that, I was sitting on the couch in the living room all night. The dozen dishes I carefully prepared remained untouched on the dining table. The Ultraman-themed cake had melted beyond recognition. Yesterday was my son Anthony’s birthday. My husband, Mark Lennon, told me to prepare everything, and that he would bring Anthony back for his birthday. However, I waited for hours at home, only to be disappointed by Sophie's post of the perfect family of four. How ridiculous. Mark did not expect me to ask for a divorce. He frowned and tore up the agreement. "Lily, what's all the fuss about? We only went to meet Sophie and forgot to tell you about it, didn't we?" After saying that, his gaze fell on the food on the dining table, and a hint of guilt flashed in his eyes. His tone softened, "Fine, I forgot to call you last night. It was my fault. I will fix that. I'll clean up the table. You go and take a nap. I'll take you and Anthony out for a meal at noon." He had always been like this, slapping me hard in the face and then rewarding me with sweet gestures after. Even if he knew that he had gone too far, he would never apologize but only grace me with a way out. If I didn't act accordingly, he would fight back until I give up and comply. In the past, I would give in, but this time, I just took out another set of divorce agreements and threw it on the coffee table, "I printed dozens of copies, you can tear them up again." Mark was so furious that he shattered a bowl into pieces. He impatiently stared at me and said, "Aren't you just jealous that Anthony likes Sophie more? Lily, don't you forget, you owe her! Anthony and I are taking care of Sophie and her daughter to atone for your sins!" Atone for my sins? What sin? Sophie and I were best friends. During the summer break of our junior year, she asked me to hang out. I was about to head home in the evening. I wanted to take the main road, but she insisted on taking a smaller road and said that a friend was waiting for her at the intersection. So we parted ways. The next morning when I woke up, Mark rushed to my house and grabbed my collar. He asked me why I didn’t call the police and why I didn't care about Sophie. I was confused at first, but later found out that Sophie had been assaulted by some gangsters after we parted ways. Sophie claimed that she got caught by them because she wanted to protect me from the gangsters. She was lying. I tried my best to defend myself, but no one believed me. The surveillance system was faulty too, so I was left with all the blame. Since then, I have been seen as a sinner in everyone's eyes. My parents reprimanded me for being ruthless, and Mark blamed me for being cold-blooded. All their love for me was given to Sophie in the name of making amends. They even took my child away, saying that I had no morals and was unworthy of raising him. Because of this, Anthony and I's relationship hung on a thread. No matter what, I loved him dearly, and I tried hard to amend our relationship. The two of us looked at each other. His eyes were cold and full of disdain, as if I was his enemy, "You ruined my father's and Aunt Sophie's lives. Without you, Aunt Sophie would have been my mother." I shuddered with a frown, "Who told you so?" Anthony frowned, "Isn't it?" I looked at Mark, expecting an explanation. However, he just avoided my gaze, "Anthony expressed that if that incident never happened, I would have married Sophie instead." In the past, I would demand an explanation. He was my childhood sweetheart, I was the one that introduced them to each other. I was his girlfriend first. Now… I could not care anymore. No matter what Anthony asked of me, I decided that I would have nothing to do with him from now on. I picked up my suitcase and walked out the door, "Have a good read, I shall see you at the attorney's." Chapter 2 Mark didn't expect my luggage to be already packed, so he rushed over to stop me. At this moment, the sound of the door unlocking came from outside. The next moment, Sophie walked in holding her daughter Tammy. I did not expect her fingerprint to be keyed into our home door's lock. However, I clearly told Mark that I didn't want to see Sophie in this home. She defamed me, she took everything from me, and I hate her. Obviously, Mark didn't take my words to heart. When Sophie saw me, her expression changed. She displayed a pitiful look, "Lily..." Tammy immediately hid behind her, as if I were a savage beast. Tammy cried and said, "Aunt Lily, don't hit my mother!" I looked coldly at this little girl — who was only ten years old — that looked extremely innocent. However, it was she who, during Christmas Eve, accused me of beating Sophie at my parents'. That night was a reunion that I had been looking forward to for several years. It was also the first time ever since the incident that my parents were willing to let me be home for the holidays. I tried hard to make my parents love me again, but Sophie pushed me down from the staircase. My leg was injured and no one batted an eye. Everyone rushed to Sophie's side instead. They gathered around her to see if she was okay. I cried from the pain and said, "She pushed me." Sophie didn't defend herself, but said bitterly with red eyes, "Whatever she said." Tammy suddenly burst into tears. As she came down the stairs, she asked, "Auntie, why did you push my mommy? Mommy did not want to come here and disturb your family reunion. It's Granny and Grandad who insisted on inviting us here. If you don't like us here, we can leave. Why did you push Mommy?" After she said that, my mother rushed up to me and slapped me in the face. She spoke with disgust in her voice, "I thought you had sincerely repented in the past few years, but I didn't expect you to be even more vicious than before!" At that moment, tears flowed out of my eyes like a broken dam. I insisted with tears in my eyes that I didn’t push Sophie, yet no one believed me. My dad looked at me with a disappointed face, "Can a child as young as Tammy know how to lie?" Mark clenched his fists and said coldly, "Lily, you really are a lost cause." Anthony came over and kicked my broken leg with intention, causing me to cry out in pain. However, no one cared about my pleas. They felt as if they had finally released their resentment after seeing me wince in pain. No one said a word, but their faces were clear and said everything — they believed I deserved every bit of this pain. Anthony said, "You are a bad mother, I hate you so much." … That day, I limped away from their home in tears. I still remember the heartache from that night. With that final push, I decided to file for a divorce. At that time, he just calmly tore apart my divorce papers and said, "Lily, don't you understand? No one can love you except me now." I was stunned and speechless, questioning if he ever even loved me. He saw through me and mocked, "If I didn't love you, how could I have tolerated all your evil deeds? Lily, your parents no longer want you. They want to accept Sophie as their adopted daughter. Just stay by my side and atone your sins for Sophie with me, okay?" That night, my unloved self was convinced by Mark. I was so scared. I was afraid that no one in this world would love me. I was afraid that if I lost this family, I would be a homeless orphan, drifting like a duckweed in the water. I didn't want to be a weed that no one liked. Therefore, I learned to give in and stayed quiet. I stopped defending myself, and allowed the father and son to ignore me and favor Sophie and her daughter under the pretext of making amends. However, my submission did not lead to a favorable result after all this time. It was too painful to look back, and my thoughts were interrupted by Anthony rushing over. Anthony pushed me away, took Tammy's hand, and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, Tammy. No one can bully you and Aunt Sophie under Dad and I's watch." After saying that, he shot me a warning look, "If you dare to hurt them, I will never call you my mother ever again." Tammy said with a sensible tone, "Anthony, don't be rude to Auntie Lily..." She looked at me with a flattering smile, "Auntie, I know you don't like me and my mommy. We are not like you. We have nothing. Can you please not drive us away?" As the saying goes, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I smiled at her, "What do you mean you have nothing? 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2,670,162	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2670157}'	Yes	2025-01-28 14:36	active	2336	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"Are you guys like coupled? But there's five... that's uneven... I am so curious-" "Have you ever heard of polyamory, Stella?" He asked. "Is that what that is?" I asked. "We are. All of us are technically together." "Is it like an open relationship?" "Mmmmm no." "But you kept asking if I liked them?" "Good catch. But five, masculine, testosterone filled men have certain... desires a woman fulfills perfectly." I frowned. "You all want a girl?" I asked. "To share. Don't make it sound greedy." He teased. "So you all are with each other and want a girl?" "Mmhm." "Why'd you ask if I liked any of them?" "To see." He shrugged. I squinted. "Don't believe me?" "Unfortunately I do." ———————— Stella Lockhart I sighed, a bit overwhelmed but all was fine. I cursed as I accidentally spilt drink down my shirt while stacking them on top of the tray. But I made it safely to the table. They all cheered, watching the UFC match on TV. I set the drinks down, all of them the same. "Thanks darlin'," one man pushed a $50 into my shirt. I love having chest for this reason. "Sure. I'll be back if you need anything." I walked away. I tucked the tip into my waist apron. "Take your 30. Pete made you lunch in the kitchen." Amber said and I nodded, walking into the back. "Here you are Stell." He handed me a basket of a fresh bacon burger and fries. He put the spicy chipotle sauce on top and cut it in half how I like. "You're incredible. Your wife is one lucky woman!" I shouted walking to the back, washing my hands before sitting and eating. I hummed, Nikki came in and smiled. "Hm?" I asked as she sat beside me. "There's some men requesting you as their waiter tonight." "What's that smile?" "They look hot and rich." "Well they'll have to wait till I'm done eating this burger." I took another bite. He'd made her some wings. Pete has been here since opening 25 years ago. He's a mentor, a work dad, and someone everyone can rely on. One of my favorite humans. And I don't like men. Or women. Or people. But he's my favorite. I hiccuped and groaned. "You eat too fast." "I know. I forget." I laughed, she handed me a napkin. "Thanks babe. I gotta change, I spilt drink all over myself, I smell." I sniffled as my nose started running from the spice of the sauce. "You gotta keep those chest out though, I've seen the bills coming in." She laughed. "All I got." "A pretty face too." "You got hip." "Together we're perfect." She teased. I shrugged as I stood, checking the time. I had enough to change and use the restroom. I got to my locker and removed my black, low cut, long sleeve and replaced it with my black, low cut, short sleeve, cropped top. I used the restroom and fixed my eyeliner and lipstick, adjusting my black, frizzy hair back into place. I was out right on time, tying on my waist apron and got my notepad ready. "Table 6 wants you." Amber said and I nodded. I went and four men sat. Intimidating, angry men. "I don't think I know any of you. Why the request?" I asked as another man approached the table with a motorcycle helmet on. No one answered. "Bright crowd, anyways- oh." I froze when the fifth took off his helmet. "Mr. Sterling." I studied my perfect psychiatrist in his out of perfect form. He was so particular. Same patterns. Same hair. Same glasses. All gone. He smiled at me, sitting. "I had them ask for you. I'm sorry if this seems highly unprofessional but we needed a new bar. Last one had some issues. I knew you worked around the area. This wouldn't be where I'd expect you to work though if I'm being honest." He studied the bar. It was a darker themed bar. Not a sports bar. Not a club. There's not necessarily words to describe it other than creeps and dopes come here. I like being a light in someone's day. Or month. Or year. "Uhm, no, just shocked is all." I nodded. "What can I get you all?" I asked. So many eyes, so many men. "Do you guys want a larger table?" "We're fine. Breathe, Stella. We can go if you're uncomfortable." Mr. Sterling had his head tilted to the side a bit, amused. "It's fine." "Can I have whiskey over ice?" One man asked, his tan body was covered in tattoos. Hair black, eyes a lighter brown, the corners of his lips were turned up. "This is Luxor by the way." Mr. Sterling introduced. "Nice meeting you, I'll get that for you." I wrote the name with the drink. I try to know all my customers by name. Terrible name game but amazing face memory on my part. "Corona. I'm Micah." He offered a hand. Brown hair, tanned skin, green eyes. He was sophisticated with the exception of his left arm being tatted. "Business man?" I asked. "How did you guess?" "I don't get many handshakes around here." I smiled and wrote that down. My hands were shaking and I was clammy. I'm glad I ate otherwise I'd be a trembling mess. What made it worse was Mr. Sterling knew all of this as he watched me. "Rum and Coke." It was low, nearly quiet. Black curly hair, blue eyes, pale. His arms and neck showed tattoos like Luxor. His nose was pierced with a small silver hoop. "That's Adrian." Mr. Sterling said and he gave me a nod, seeming distracted. I saw Luxor rub the fifth ones back. His eyes were killer blue. Piercing. His hair a deep brown, with a tatted neck and half sleeve on the right arm, full on the left. "Blue moon. With orange." He nodded. "That's Axel. And I'd like a Bourbon over ice. You don't know me as this, I'm Elias. Please don't do last name while I'm here." He asked kindly. "That's just fine. Nice to meet you all. I'll be back with those drinks." I turned and got all of their drink prepared along with a couple that sat beside them some refills. I gave their refills first, then doing the five. "You bike?" I asked Mr. Sterling. "We all do. I was a bit late. Had them reserve a table. And you." He answered. "Gotcha. That seems like a fun pass time." I set down silverware. "We all think do. Ever biked?" "No. I stay on four wheels." I grabbed my notepad and pen. Some of them laughed quietly. "Mmm. Alright. I'll take whatever you think is best." "All of us will." Luxor added. "Mmmm burger or wing preference?" "Whatever you want." "Alright." Elias Sterling She was perfect. I knew they all agreed. But some were clearly skeptical. I had her sweet little mind printed on the back of my hand. Call it cruel. But she was good. She had something we all wanted. She had larger chest, we all loved that, but Axel loved pale women since their veins were very apparent. And hers ran like vines under her chest and overtop of her chest. Adrian loved sweet girls with a little bite. He was bossy. He had bad temperament issues. He's what women believe to be a toxic man. He's very controlling. She was soft spoken. Easily intimidated. That's Luxor's thing. He loves making girls nervous. And men. He's definitely dominate with a very large ego. She was smart. A younger adult. Unsteady financially. That was Micah's thing. He's a billionaire. Supports us all for the most part. It's easier to claw into someone when you have money. Mine was her trauma. Perfectly happy people piss me off. No one is happy. No one is always happy and lucky. I know all about her. We all love mentally dependent women. She's exactly that. Call us toxic. I couldn't care less. Of course this was a plan of sorts to get them to meet her. But I also hadn't seen her this past week. I was facing withdrawal after a consistent once a week for two years now. She canceled to get her oil changed. I could've changed the oil. I watched TV, not wanting to freak her out any more with looking as the rest were staring. I was aware of their expressions but refrained from glancing at her the best I could. "Axel." I said and he looked back to me. "How do you feel?" I asked. Lux rubbed his back, all of us watching his face carefully. "She's cute." He nodded. "Cute? What's your definition of cute, sweetheart?" I smiled. "I think he's focused on the chest." Micah smirked. Axel nodded with a small smile. "Yeah? Can you see her doing good things you'd want her to do? Things we can't do?" Lux whispered very lowly. Axels face ran a hot red color as she came back. "Alright, I have the orders in. Now I wanna know, any sauces you don't like or allergies?" She asked. "None at all." I answered. Axel could hardly look at her now. We all bit back a smile. Micah zeroed in on her face and studied her makeup or something specific. "I like your lipstick color." He complimented. "Thank you." She smiled. He looked at her smile, I glanced at Adrian. He liked it. His tell was how he bounced his knee, hands in lap, covering some sort of problem. "Any refills yet?" "Can we call get waters? We have to ride home." Lux asked. "Absolutely. Just to make sure I've got it, Micah, Luxor, Elias, Adrian, Axel." Her eyes settled on him and he gaped at her a bit. But she didn't notice. "You got it." I nodded. "Awesome. I'll be out with the food soon." She turned. "Axe." Adrian said and he looked at him. "Put this into her top. The larger tips go in the chest." "What if she yells at me?" He laughed. "What's she gonna do?" Adrian asked. Axel took the bill. "One from us all." Micah said and we all had a $100 ready. I handed mine to Adrian. He liked her. More than I thought. He's picky. But that was sort of bad news for her. If she liked sweet men at least. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable with tipping in such a manner so I'd have to sacrifice. "I can't believe you've kept her to yourself for this long." Micah glared at me. They all then glared at me. But she came back and we all got burgers. "Burgers cooked medium well, maple bacon on top with spicy chipotle sauce on top, and fresh fries with buttermilk ranch." She smiled. "Thank you, sweetheart." Axel pressed the tip into her top and she smiled shyly. I was impressed with Axe. Then Lux stretched over Axel and pressed a bill into the other side. She laughed. Micah got her. "Adrian has one on my behalf as well as his own." I said and she moved to where he sat and he pulled down her top a bit, putting the bills snug and adjusting the ones about to fall out. "Much appreciated. I hope you like the food. I'll get those waters quickly." She left. "Good job baby." Micah nodded at Axel. "I'm still a man. Gentleman." He glared. We all smiled at him and he frowned. "Pricks." He cursed. I laughed. Adrian tapped my leg. "When do you see her next?" "Two days... mmm Thursday." I nodded after thinking about it. He nodded. He was the least touchy of all of us. Especially in public. And the least vocal of affection. But the best with aftercare. But an angry person. I feel sorry for Stella if he decides he wants her. We all of course had each other. We're of course complete together. But we all have a thing for having a girl between us all. Axel has his own little mind with women. Adrian has a twisted mind. Micah is a gift giver. Lux is a watcher and a savorer. I was somewhere between all of it. So we just worked. She set the glasses down. "How's the food?" "Good." I nodded. We all hummed, she smiled proudly. "I eat it for lunch or dinner whenever I work. It's so good." She agreed. "It is, thank you Stella." Micah purred and her eyes widened a bit. We all played it off like he was being casual. It wasn't at all casual. "Sure. Anything else?" "Not for now." I nodded and she left. "Eli is the mind. Not you." Axel glared. "I don't know. She's fun to mess with. I can't help it." I rolled my eyes. Stella Lockhart "Hello Stella." Mr. Sterling greeted me and I smiled, walking inside his office and sitting on the padded chair I'd become accustomed to. "Hello." I mumbled, crossing my legs. He sat. "How have you been?" "Okay." "As in?" "Insomnia." "It's coming back?" "Yeah I think so." I nodded. "I'm sorry. Well, when did it begin?" "Tuesday." I answered honestly. He hummed. I appreciated him. He recorded our meetings with my permission of course but it was just so he could be present instead of scribbling things down as I speak. I felt heard. "May I ask why?" "I mean, I'm not sure. I wasn't too anxious." "I could beg to differ." He smiled, adjusting his glasses. He was pretty. A very masculine nerdy man. Black hair, greyish eyes, pretty, but you could tell he was smarter than the average man. "I didn't feel it in my stomach though." I objected. "That's not all you have though. Sure, it's a big factor since it causes pains and sick feeling symptoms but you shake, it may be in your mind or heart." He offered. "I guess. I don't know. But you're also not exactly my therapist." I smiled. "I understand that but it doesn't mean we can't talk about what's going on. Sure I primarily need to know changing symptoms to keep things as they should be but something is causing a little issue in your progress. I think I know what it is. You do to. I want to know why you're denying it." He tilted his head a bit. "I don't know. I guess in my mind it's not too important." "That's never true. Something is keeping you up. What are you not saying?" "Nothing." He tsked, ending the recording. "Be honest with me, sweetheart. I won't revisit the bar. I'll make sure to remove myself from anything in your personal life. You got nervous the second you came to the table." "Five intimidating-" "Don't start. I know how you feel about men. I know how you feel about people. Don't blame it on that." He raised his eyebrows. "Stop picking at your lip." He said and I did, hand falling to my lap. "I don't know-" "Did you like one of them?" He asked. "Of who?" "My friends." He replied. "I mean-" "Yes or no." "Yes but for looks." I rushed out. "There we are. And that's alright. It's been a while since you've tried dating." He relaxed. "Dating is a stretch and it seems Lux and Axel are together and-" "What makes you say that?" He smirked. "He was touchy and overprotective in more than a brotherly or friendly kind of way." He nodded. "Observant. Good. Now after work what did you do?" "Mmmm got home. Counted my tips total. Tried sleeping." "What was happening in your head as you tried to sleep?" "I don't-" "You do know." I groaned, embarrassed and frustrated. "I don't know. When you guys met, you being bikers, all of that." He sighed. "I see you aren't into being honest with yourself or me. But all I can say, don't tell the melatonin gummies or any medication to make you sleep. You've done so much in the past that your body is finally returning to normal." He nodded. "I know." I frowned, knowing that was going to be a difficult task. "I'm happy with how far you've come. You're doing very well, Stella." He removed his glasses. "Thank you." I sighed. "Anything you want to cover?" He asked. I chewed my lip. "You all seem very close." I whispered. He smiled. "Mmhm." "Let your lip go." He reminded. I did. "Do you live together?" "Yes." I nodded. "If you come to the bar, I don't think it would be appropriate if you're my psychologist. Isn't that mixing professionalism with outside of work interactions considered inappropriate." He shrugged. "You gonna tell?" He stood, going into his mini fridge and handing me a water. "No." "Then I don't see a problem." "Okay." I nodded. "Anything more?" "You keep smiling. That's means you're hiding something." "Look at you, reading body language." He teased. "What is it?" "Too general." "Does it go along the lines of Luxor and Axel being together?" He shrugged. "That's a yes." "Why so curious?" "Because it's interesting. I've never met a group of men like you." He nodded. "Are you guys like coupled? But there's five... that's uneven... I am so curious-" "Have you ever heard of polyamory, Stella?" He asked. "Is that what that is?" I asked. "We are. All of us are technically together." "Is it like an open relationship?" "Mmmmm no." "But you kept asking if I liked them?" "Good catch. But five, masculine, testosterone filled men have certain... desires a woman fulfills perfectly." I frowned. "You all want a girl?" I asked. "To share. Don't make it sound greedy." He teased. "So you all are with each other and want a girl?" "Mmhm." "Why'd you ask if I liked any of them?" "To see." He shrugged. I squinted. "Don't believe me?" "Unfortunately I do." He smiled, standing. He offered a hand and I took it, standing. "I'll see you soon, Stella. Have a good night." His hand found my back as he led me out. Polyamory. Luxor Jackson "Enjoying yourself?" Eli came through the door. Adrian came up for a breath, looking back at Eli. "How is she?" "She's curious. She knows now." "And?" I asked when Adrian licked from the base of my shaft to the tip, giving me the chills. "Her mind will be spinning for a while. She works Saturday night though." "We'll go." Micah came into the living room and sat down. "Is that alright with everyone?" He asked. "Axel!" Micah shouted as Adrian squeezed my thighs. I moaned, unable to help myself. He sucked shaft too good. I gasped for air, grabbing the back of his head as I kept him down. I came and he made no sound. I let him up and he heaved but got up and sat beside me. "Is he showering?" I asked. "I don't know." Micah frowned calling him. I adjusted my sweats and was grateful he didn't leave too much of a mess for me to clean. He wiped his mouth with his shirt and was back to his normal self. "What?" Axel asked. "Eli's back-" he hung up and Axel walked down the stairs. His hair was wet, sweats on but water dripped down his chest and abs. He stood beside the entrance of the living room. "Saturday she works. You alright with visiting?" Eli asked Axe. "Yeah." He nodded. "Good. You alright?" Eli frowned. "Mmhm." "Interrupted you?" Micah smiled. "A bit." He shrugged. "Four other men in this house and still choose porn." I teased. "No. Just taking notes." "On what, darling?" Adrian asked softly. "How to... why are you all staring at me?" "Answer the question." "I've never like... pleased a woman." "No? How do you know you like them then?" "I've been with them, but I just haven't been told how to be better." He answered quietly. "We will teach you, don't worry." Eli frowned. "Okay." He nodded. "Besides, if she's right, she'll help you out too. Teach you everything you need to know." I said and I know he imagined the thought. Not knowing him, I know it's hard to imagine a woman dominating a man who is as intimidating as him but his voice... god he was so good at begging. If she has common sense she'll love how he sounds. "What if she isn't into that sort of stuff?" He asked. "Then it won't work out." Micah shrugged. "We're a very driven group of people. And we're all very different. Axel, you have to understand that we intimidate her. She probably will have trouble being exactly what you need immediately, but that's why we adjust her and teach her the right ways. You'll have to help her out a bit the same way she'll have to help you." Eli finally removed his shoes and came, sitting on the edge of the couch by Micah. "She said we're intimating?" Adrian asked. "Oh yeah. But she's more curious about our arrangement. So if we keep popping up, we might mess her up a bit. I'm hoping she'll be so curious that she slips right into us. That is, if you all agree that you want to see about her?" Elias asked. I could picture her sprawled out, all of us using her. I could picture her teaching Axel how to please her and him become so desperate for her often. "I'm for it." I nodded. Adrian nodded. "Me too." Axe mumbled. "Same." Micah stood. "I ordered pizza, Micah." Eli said. "Thank. I don't wanna cook." He came and wrapped his arms around Eli. "You're welcome." He patted his back. Micah laughed. "Your hugs are so fake." He shoved Eli. "Are not! You always hug me when I sit or am in a weird position." "Excuses don't fix a broken heart." Micah faked sadness. "Asswipe." Eli shoved Micah off him. Axel and I watched, amused. Adrian stared. He had nothing on his face. As usual. "I've gotta get cleaned up." I stood. "I need my shaft sucked now." Eli groaned. "Dibs!" Micah shouted. "Mmmmm maybe not." Eli teased. "Come here, Axe." Adrian waved him over, Axel sat with Adrian as they turned on the TV. Stella Lockhart "Stella, good having you tonight!" Joanie smiled at me. "We've missed you! We keep coming at the wrong time." Her husband didn't look at me as he watched the murder documentary on their TV. "Great seeing you both again. The usual?" I asked. "Please. But rather than a drink can I get a drink cranberry?" She asked. "Absolutely. I'll get that going." I scribbled the food and pinned it to the kitchen clip before making the drink cranberry and his Apple Orchard. I delivered those and she placed a $20 in my top. "Thanks love." I smiled and she winked at me. The door's bell rang for people coming in and I turned, five very very very tall men in black biker helmets and jackets, all wearing jeans. "Welcome in!" Amber shouted. They picked the table they sat at last time, all removing their coats. Adrian wore a white T-shirt, it being see through showing the tattoos along his torso following out on his arms. Elias wore the black version, he was the only tattooless one. Axel had on a black T as well, more skin tight than the others, his neck and arm tattoos visible as he sat, eyes moving straight to me. Luxor wore a hoodie, relaxed, his hand tattoos and neck ones showing. Micah wore a dress shirt and so I assumed he came from work to join them. "Your guys." Nikki smiled, coming behind me to grab her notepad. "I guess. I'll be back." I walked to them. My mind raced understanding they were with each other. "Hello." I smiled. "Hi Stella." Elias smiled at me in return. He said my name with a strange voice. Very gentle almost like I was a child. "What can I start for you all?" I asked. "Same food for us all as last time, those burgers were amazing." Luxor smiled and I nodded, writing that down. "Drinks?" "Mmmm I want a Blue Moon." Elias said. "Same." Said Micah. I wrote that. "I want Whiskey over ice. Whatever kind you think is best." Luxor studied me with intense eyes, eyes settling on my chest a lot. "Okay." "Drink soda." Adrian said and I scribbled that down. "For you, Axe?" I looked at him. His eyes immediately pinned mine. They were so blue. "What kind of drinks do you have?" He asked. I listed them all and he stared into my soul the entire time. "Apple." He said and I nodded. "Your lipstick is smeared, sweetheart." Luxor said and I frowned. "What side?" "Axe you can reach, fix it for her." Elias said. Axel looked angry but he reached out, holding my head with one hand on the back of my neck as he gently wiped, he repeatedly rubbed over it. He backed up. "Is it gone?" I asked. "It is. Thank you Axe, sorry about that." Adrian mumbled. "Alright. Thanks. I'll be back." I turned and I heard a stream of curses leave the table. I frowned. They didn't have to come if they didn't like me. I hoped Elias wasn't forcing them. "You good?" Amber asked. "Yeah, he just got some lipstick off my face." She hummed and left. Axel Finley "Don't be so embarrassed, baby. I was just teasing." Lux grinned. "I touched her mouth. That was unnecessary." I gritted. "I love seeing you blush." Elias smirked. I turned from them, watching the TV. "Axel drop the attitude." Lux whispered in my ear, hand gripping the back of my neck. I ignored him. His hand just settled on my thigh then. She came back, setting down all of the drinks. Her chest are perfect handfuls. She looked along us with a curious face. She settled on me for a second and I refused to look away and be embarrassed after what had happened. "The burgers are being cooked, it might be a while until they're ready though. Any appetizers?" "What ones do you have?" Elias asked. She listed them. "Mozzarella sticks." Micah said. She wrote that. "Two orders." I mumbled and she wrote that. "I'll be out with those." She walked away. "I have an idea." Micah said. I frowned. She came back out delivering things to other people. "Hey Stella?" He asked and she looked over. "Whenever you can, we'd like to ask you something." He finished and she nodded, leaving into the back, coming out with a tray of food, delivering it to the people around us. This one couple at a table taking an oddly long time while talking to her. But she left and came to us. "What's up?" She asked. "I'd love to take you on a date sometime. You're a very sweet and beautiful girl. I promise I'm a gentleman." Micah leaned forward and her face caught red. I sat back, watching. "Uhm... well I'm unsure..." "They're all fine with it. They might even want a date themselves." He said. Her mouth sort of just stayed open, she was shocked. "Does tonight sound alright? Don't you get off around 7?" He asked, checking his watch. "Well yes but-" "Great. Wear jeans. I'll be there around 8:30." He smiled. She just froze. "Okay." She whispered. "Good girl. Hop along, people are waiting for you." He teased, she walked away slowly. Elias immediately busted out laughing. Adrian even had a smile on his face. That didn't happen too often. He looked at me. "That also means you'll have to do a 1 on 1 with her." I nodded. I understood that. "Wanna be last?" Elias asked. "Please." I said. "Sounds good." She came back with our burgers. "Waters now?" She asked. "Please." Elias nodded. She left and came back with the waters. We watched her work until we finally finished and stayed until she was done working. Then we paid with her quickly and got up as she got ready to go. We put our jackets on and helmets following. She came out with her purse in hand and jacket in the other. I held the door open for her and she thanked me. I doubt she could tell who was who though. We walked her to her car and I picked up on her license plate so I could look it up when I got home. Before they came around I was a bit of a hacker and I knew I'd find her info for Micah tonight. Elias opened the car door for her. "Oh, thank you." "See you soon, Angel." Micah lifted his chin bar exposing his face. She nodded a bit dazed. "What did he say to wear?" Adrian asked her. "Jeans." "Good girl." He praised and shut her door as we watched her leave before going to our bikes. "Give her a peck for me." Elias joked. "I 、 will. For all of you bimboe、s." He turned on his bike and it purred before we all did it and began leaving back to our house. I just wanted to feel those chest. God knew I didn't have the balls to though.	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2,670,158	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2670157}'	No	2025-01-28 14:36	active	2336	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"Are you guys like coupled? But there's five... that's uneven... I am so curious-" "Have you ever heard of polyamory, Stella?" He asked. "Is that what that is?" I asked. "We are. All of us are technically together." "Is it like an open relationship?" "Mmmmm no." "But you kept asking if I liked them?" "Good catch. But five, masculine, testosterone filled men have certain... desires a woman fulfills perfectly." I frowned. "You all want a girl?" I asked. "To share. Don't make it sound greedy." He teased. "So you all are with each other and want a girl?" "Mmhm." "Why'd you ask if I liked any of them?" "To see." He shrugged. I squinted. "Don't believe me?" "Unfortunately I do." ———————— Stella Lockhart I sighed, a bit overwhelmed but all was fine. I cursed as I accidentally spilt drink down my shirt while stacking them on top of the tray. But I made it safely to the table. They all cheered, watching the UFC match on TV. I set the drinks down, all of them the same. "Thanks darlin'," one man pushed a $50 into my shirt. I love having chest for this reason. "Sure. I'll be back if you need anything." I walked away. I tucked the tip into my waist apron. "Take your 30. Pete made you lunch in the kitchen." Amber said and I nodded, walking into the back. "Here you are Stell." He handed me a basket of a fresh bacon burger and fries. He put the spicy chipotle sauce on top and cut it in half how I like. "You're incredible. Your wife is one lucky woman!" I shouted walking to the back, washing my hands before sitting and eating. I hummed, Nikki came in and smiled. "Hm?" I asked as she sat beside me. "There's some men requesting you as their waiter tonight." "What's that smile?" "They look hot and rich." "Well they'll have to wait till I'm done eating this burger." I took another bite. He'd made her some wings. Pete has been here since opening 25 years ago. He's a mentor, a work dad, and someone everyone can rely on. One of my favorite humans. And I don't like men. Or women. Or people. But he's my favorite. I hiccuped and groaned. "You eat too fast." "I know. I forget." I laughed, she handed me a napkin. "Thanks babe. I gotta change, I spilt drink all over myself, I smell." I sniffled as my nose started running from the spice of the sauce. "You gotta keep those chest out though, I've seen the bills coming in." She laughed. "All I got." "A pretty face too." "You got hip." "Together we're perfect." She teased. I shrugged as I stood, checking the time. I had enough to change and use the restroom. I got to my locker and removed my black, low cut, long sleeve and replaced it with my black, low cut, short sleeve, cropped top. I used the restroom and fixed my eyeliner and lipstick, adjusting my black, frizzy hair back into place. I was out right on time, tying on my waist apron and got my notepad ready. "Table 6 wants you." Amber said and I nodded. I went and four men sat. Intimidating, angry men. "I don't think I know any of you. Why the request?" I asked as another man approached the table with a motorcycle helmet on. No one answered. "Bright crowd, anyways- oh." I froze when the fifth took off his helmet. "Mr. Sterling." I studied my perfect psychiatrist in his out of perfect form. He was so particular. Same patterns. Same hair. Same glasses. All gone. He smiled at me, sitting. "I had them ask for you. I'm sorry if this seems highly unprofessional but we needed a new bar. Last one had some issues. I knew you worked around the area. This wouldn't be where I'd expect you to work though if I'm being honest." He studied the bar. It was a darker themed bar. Not a sports bar. Not a club. There's not necessarily words to describe it other than creeps and dopes come here. I like being a light in someone's day. Or month. Or year. "Uhm, no, just shocked is all." I nodded. "What can I get you all?" I asked. So many eyes, so many men. "Do you guys want a larger table?" "We're fine. Breathe, Stella. We can go if you're uncomfortable." Mr. Sterling had his head tilted to the side a bit, amused. "It's fine." "Can I have whiskey over ice?" One man asked, his tan body was covered in tattoos. Hair black, eyes a lighter brown, the corners of his lips were turned up. "This is Luxor by the way." Mr. Sterling introduced. "Nice meeting you, I'll get that for you." I wrote the name with the drink. I try to know all my customers by name. Terrible name game but amazing face memory on my part. "Corona. I'm Micah." He offered a hand. Brown hair, tanned skin, green eyes. He was sophisticated with the exception of his left arm being tatted. "Business man?" I asked. "How did you guess?" "I don't get many handshakes around here." I smiled and wrote that down. My hands were shaking and I was clammy. I'm glad I ate otherwise I'd be a trembling mess. What made it worse was Mr. Sterling knew all of this as he watched me. "Rum and Coke." It was low, nearly quiet. Black curly hair, blue eyes, pale. His arms and neck showed tattoos like Luxor. His nose was pierced with a small silver hoop. "That's Adrian." Mr. Sterling said and he gave me a nod, seeming distracted. I saw Luxor rub the fifth ones back. His eyes were killer blue. Piercing. His hair a deep brown, with a tatted neck and half sleeve on the right arm, full on the left. "Blue moon. With orange." He nodded. "That's Axel. And I'd like a Bourbon over ice. You don't know me as this, I'm Elias. Please don't do last name while I'm here." He asked kindly. "That's just fine. Nice to meet you all. I'll be back with those drinks." I turned and got all of their drink prepared along with a couple that sat beside them some refills. I gave their refills first, then doing the five. "You bike?" I asked Mr. Sterling. "We all do. I was a bit late. Had them reserve a table. And you." He answered. "Gotcha. That seems like a fun pass time." I set down silverware. "We all think do. Ever biked?" "No. I stay on four wheels." I grabbed my notepad and pen. Some of them laughed quietly. "Mmm. Alright. I'll take whatever you think is best." "All of us will." Luxor added. "Mmmm burger or wing preference?" "Whatever you want." "Alright." Elias Sterling She was perfect. I knew they all agreed. But some were clearly skeptical. I had her sweet little mind printed on the back of my hand. Call it cruel. But she was good. She had something we all wanted. She had larger chest, we all loved that, but Axel loved pale women since their veins were very apparent. And hers ran like vines under her chest and overtop of her chest. Adrian loved sweet girls with a little bite. He was bossy. He had bad temperament issues. He's what women believe to be a toxic man. He's very controlling. She was soft spoken. Easily intimidated. That's Luxor's thing. He loves making girls nervous. And men. He's definitely dominate with a very large ego. She was smart. A younger adult. Unsteady financially. That was Micah's thing. He's a billionaire. Supports us all for the most part. It's easier to claw into someone when you have money. Mine was her trauma. Perfectly happy people piss me off. No one is happy. No one is always happy and lucky. I know all about her. We all love mentally dependent women. She's exactly that. Call us toxic. I couldn't care less. Of course this was a plan of sorts to get them to meet her. But I also hadn't seen her this past week. I was facing withdrawal after a consistent once a week for two years now. She canceled to get her oil changed. I could've changed the oil. I watched TV, not wanting to freak her out any more with looking as the rest were staring. I was aware of their expressions but refrained from glancing at her the best I could. "Axel." I said and he looked back to me. "How do you feel?" I asked. Lux rubbed his back, all of us watching his face carefully. "She's cute." He nodded. "Cute? What's your definition of cute, sweetheart?" I smiled. "I think he's focused on the chest." Micah smirked. Axel nodded with a small smile. "Yeah? Can you see her doing good things you'd want her to do? Things we can't do?" Lux whispered very lowly. Axels face ran a hot red color as she came back. "Alright, I have the orders in. Now I wanna know, any sauces you don't like or allergies?" She asked. "None at all." I answered. Axel could hardly look at her now. We all bit back a smile. Micah zeroed in on her face and studied her makeup or something specific. "I like your lipstick color." He complimented. "Thank you." She smiled. He looked at her smile, I glanced at Adrian. He liked it. His tell was how he bounced his knee, hands in lap, covering some sort of problem. "Any refills yet?" "Can we call get waters? We have to ride home." Lux asked. "Absolutely. Just to make sure I've got it, Micah, Luxor, Elias, Adrian, Axel." Her eyes settled on him and he gaped at her a bit. But she didn't notice. "You got it." I nodded. "Awesome. I'll be out with the food soon." She turned. "Axe." Adrian said and he looked at him. "Put this into her top. The larger tips go in the chest." "What if she yells at me?" He laughed. "What's she gonna do?" Adrian asked. Axel took the bill. "One from us all." Micah said and we all had a $100 ready. I handed mine to Adrian. He liked her. More than I thought. He's picky. But that was sort of bad news for her. If she liked sweet men at least. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable with tipping in such a manner so I'd have to sacrifice. "I can't believe you've kept her to yourself for this long." Micah glared at me. They all then glared at me. But she came back and we all got burgers. "Burgers cooked medium well, maple bacon on top with spicy chipotle sauce on top, and fresh fries with buttermilk ranch." She smiled. "Thank you, sweetheart." Axel pressed the tip into her top and she smiled shyly. I was impressed with Axe. Then Lux stretched over Axel and pressed a bill into the other side. She laughed. Micah got her. "Adrian has one on my behalf as well as his own." I said and she moved to where he sat and he pulled down her top a bit, putting the bills snug and adjusting the ones about to fall out. "Much appreciated. I hope you like the food. I'll get those waters quickly." She left. "Good job baby." Micah nodded at Axel. "I'm still a man. Gentleman." He glared. We all smiled at him and he frowned. "Pricks." He cursed. I laughed. Adrian tapped my leg. "When do you see her next?" "Two days... mmm Thursday." I nodded after thinking about it. He nodded. He was the least touchy of all of us. Especially in public. And the least vocal of affection. But the best with aftercare. But an angry person. I feel sorry for Stella if he decides he wants her. We all of course had each other. We're of course complete together. But we all have a thing for having a girl between us all. Axel has his own little mind with women. Adrian has a twisted mind. Micah is a gift giver. Lux is a watcher and a savorer. I was somewhere between all of it. So we just worked. She set the glasses down. "How's the food?" "Good." I nodded. We all hummed, she smiled proudly. "I eat it for lunch or dinner whenever I work. It's so good." She agreed. "It is, thank you Stella." Micah purred and her eyes widened a bit. We all played it off like he was being casual. It wasn't at all casual. "Sure. Anything else?" "Not for now." I nodded and she left. "Eli is the mind. Not you." Axel glared. "I don't know. She's fun to mess with. I can't help it." I rolled my eyes. Stella Lockhart "Hello Stella." Mr. Sterling greeted me and I smiled, walking inside his office and sitting on the padded chair I'd become accustomed to. "Hello." I mumbled, crossing my legs. He sat. "How have you been?" "Okay." "As in?" "Insomnia." "It's coming back?" "Yeah I think so." I nodded. "I'm sorry. Well, when did it begin?" "Tuesday." I answered honestly. He hummed. I appreciated him. He recorded our meetings with my permission of course but it was just so he could be present instead of scribbling things down as I speak. I felt heard. "May I ask why?" "I mean, I'm not sure. I wasn't too anxious." "I could beg to differ." He smiled, adjusting his glasses. He was pretty. A very masculine nerdy man. Black hair, greyish eyes, pretty, but you could tell he was smarter than the average man. "I didn't feel it in my stomach though." I objected. "That's not all you have though. Sure, it's a big factor since it causes pains and sick feeling symptoms but you shake, it may be in your mind or heart." He offered. "I guess. I don't know. But you're also not exactly my therapist." I smiled. "I understand that but it doesn't mean we can't talk about what's going on. Sure I primarily need to know changing symptoms to keep things as they should be but something is causing a little issue in your progress. I think I know what it is. You do to. I want to know why you're denying it." He tilted his head a bit. "I don't know. I guess in my mind it's not too important." "That's never true. Something is keeping you up. What are you not saying?" "Nothing." He tsked, ending the recording. "Be honest with me, sweetheart. I won't revisit the bar. I'll make sure to remove myself from anything in your personal life. You got nervous the second you came to the table." "Five intimidating-" "Don't start. I know how you feel about men. I know how you feel about people. Don't blame it on that." He raised his eyebrows. "Stop picking at your lip." He said and I did, hand falling to my lap. "I don't know-" "Did you like one of them?" He asked. "Of who?" "My friends." He replied. "I mean-" "Yes or no." "Yes but for looks." I rushed out. "There we are. And that's alright. It's been a while since you've tried dating." He relaxed. "Dating is a stretch and it seems Lux and Axel are together and-" "What makes you say that?" He smirked. "He was touchy and overprotective in more than a brotherly or friendly kind of way." He nodded. "Observant. Good. Now after work what did you do?" "Mmmm got home. Counted my tips total. Tried sleeping." "What was happening in your head as you tried to sleep?" "I don't-" "You do know." I groaned, embarrassed and frustrated. "I don't know. When you guys met, you being bikers, all of that." He sighed. "I see you aren't into being honest with yourself or me. But all I can say, don't tell the melatonin gummies or any medication to make you sleep. You've done so much in the past that your body is finally returning to normal." He nodded. "I know." I frowned, knowing that was going to be a difficult task. "I'm happy with how far you've come. You're doing very well, Stella." He removed his glasses. "Thank you." I sighed. "Anything you want to cover?" He asked. I chewed my lip. "You all seem very close." I whispered. He smiled. "Mmhm." "Let your lip go." He reminded. I did. "Do you live together?" "Yes." I nodded. "If you come to the bar, I don't think it would be appropriate if you're my psychologist. Isn't that mixing professionalism with outside of work interactions considered inappropriate." He shrugged. "You gonna tell?" He stood, going into his mini fridge and handing me a water. "No." "Then I don't see a problem." "Okay." I nodded. "Anything more?" "You keep smiling. That's means you're hiding something." "Look at you, reading body language." He teased. "What is it?" "Too general." "Does it go along the lines of Luxor and Axel being together?" He shrugged. "That's a yes." "Why so curious?" "Because it's interesting. I've never met a group of men like you." He nodded. "Are you guys like coupled? But there's five... that's uneven... I am so curious-" "Have you ever heard of polyamory, Stella?" He asked. "Is that what that is?" I asked. "We are. All of us are technically together." "Is it like an open relationship?" "Mmmmm no." "But you kept asking if I liked them?" "Good catch. But five, masculine, testosterone filled men have certain... desires a woman fulfills perfectly." I frowned. "You all want a girl?" I asked. "To share. Don't make it sound greedy." He teased. "So you all are with each other and want a girl?" "Mmhm." "Why'd you ask if I liked any of them?" "To see." He shrugged. I squinted. "Don't believe me?" "Unfortunately I do." He smiled, standing. He offered a hand and I took it, standing. "I'll see you soon, Stella. Have a good night." His hand found my back as he led me out. Polyamory. Luxor Jackson "Enjoying yourself?" Eli came through the door. Adrian came up for a breath, looking back at Eli. "How is she?" "She's curious. She knows now." "And?" I asked when Adrian licked from the base of my shaft to the tip, giving me the chills. "Her mind will be spinning for a while. She works Saturday night though." "We'll go." Micah came into the living room and sat down. "Is that alright with everyone?" He asked. "Axel!" Micah shouted as Adrian squeezed my thighs. I moaned, unable to help myself. He sucked shaft too good. I gasped for air, grabbing the back of his head as I kept him down. I came and he made no sound. I let him up and he heaved but got up and sat beside me. "Is he showering?" I asked. "I don't know." Micah frowned calling him. I adjusted my sweats and was grateful he didn't leave too much of a mess for me to clean. He wiped his mouth with his shirt and was back to his normal self. "What?" Axel asked. "Eli's back-" he hung up and Axel walked down the stairs. His hair was wet, sweats on but water dripped down his chest and abs. He stood beside the entrance of the living room. "Saturday she works. You alright with visiting?" Eli asked Axe. "Yeah." He nodded. "Good. You alright?" Eli frowned. "Mmhm." "Interrupted you?" Micah smiled. "A bit." He shrugged. "Four other men in this house and still choose porn." I teased. "No. Just taking notes." "On what, darling?" Adrian asked softly. "How to... why are you all staring at me?" "Answer the question." "I've never like... pleased a woman." "No? How do you know you like them then?" "I've been with them, but I just haven't been told how to be better." He answered quietly. "We will teach you, don't worry." Eli frowned. "Okay." He nodded. "Besides, if she's right, she'll help you out too. Teach you everything you need to know." I said and I know he imagined the thought. Not knowing him, I know it's hard to imagine a woman dominating a man who is as intimidating as him but his voice... god he was so good at begging. If she has common sense she'll love how he sounds. "What if she isn't into that sort of stuff?" He asked. "Then it won't work out." Micah shrugged. "We're a very driven group of people. And we're all very different. Axel, you have to understand that we intimidate her. She probably will have trouble being exactly what you need immediately, but that's why we adjust her and teach her the right ways. You'll have to help her out a bit the same way she'll have to help you." Eli finally removed his shoes and came, sitting on the edge of the couch by Micah. "She said we're intimating?" Adrian asked. "Oh yeah. But she's more curious about our arrangement. So if we keep popping up, we might mess her up a bit. I'm hoping she'll be so curious that she slips right into us. That is, if you all agree that you want to see about her?" Elias asked. I could picture her sprawled out, all of us using her. I could picture her teaching Axel how to please her and him become so desperate for her often. "I'm for it." I nodded. Adrian nodded. "Me too." Axe mumbled. "Same." Micah stood. "I ordered pizza, Micah." Eli said. "Thank. I don't wanna cook." He came and wrapped his arms around Eli. "You're welcome." He patted his back. Micah laughed. "Your hugs are so fake." He shoved Eli. "Are not! You always hug me when I sit or am in a weird position." "Excuses don't fix a broken heart." Micah faked sadness. "Asswipe." Eli shoved Micah off him. Axel and I watched, amused. Adrian stared. He had nothing on his face. As usual. "I've gotta get cleaned up." I stood. "I need my shaft sucked now." Eli groaned. "Dibs!" Micah shouted. "Mmmmm maybe not." Eli teased. "Come here, Axe." Adrian waved him over, Axel sat with Adrian as they turned on the TV. Stella Lockhart "Stella, good having you tonight!" Joanie smiled at me. "We've missed you! We keep coming at the wrong time." Her husband didn't look at me as he watched the murder documentary on their TV. "Great seeing you both again. The usual?" I asked. "Please. But rather than a drink can I get a drink cranberry?" She asked. "Absolutely. I'll get that going." I scribbled the food and pinned it to the kitchen clip before making the drink cranberry and his Apple Orchard. I delivered those and she placed a $20 in my top. "Thanks love." I smiled and she winked at me. The door's bell rang for people coming in and I turned, five very very very tall men in black biker helmets and jackets, all wearing jeans. "Welcome in!" Amber shouted. They picked the table they sat at last time, all removing their coats. Adrian wore a white T-shirt, it being see through showing the tattoos along his torso following out on his arms. Elias wore the black version, he was the only tattooless one. Axel had on a black T as well, more skin tight than the others, his neck and arm tattoos visible as he sat, eyes moving straight to me. Luxor wore a hoodie, relaxed, his hand tattoos and neck ones showing. Micah wore a dress shirt and so I assumed he came from work to join them. "Your guys." Nikki smiled, coming behind me to grab her notepad. "I guess. I'll be back." I walked to them. My mind raced understanding they were with each other. "Hello." I smiled. "Hi Stella." Elias smiled at me in return. He said my name with a strange voice. Very gentle almost like I was a child. "What can I start for you all?" I asked. "Same food for us all as last time, those burgers were amazing." Luxor smiled and I nodded, writing that down. "Drinks?" "Mmmm I want a Blue Moon." Elias said. "Same." Said Micah. I wrote that. "I want Whiskey over ice. Whatever kind you think is best." Luxor studied me with intense eyes, eyes settling on my chest a lot. "Okay." "Drink soda." Adrian said and I scribbled that down. "For you, Axe?" I looked at him. His eyes immediately pinned mine. They were so blue. "What kind of drinks do you have?" He asked. I listed them all and he stared into my soul the entire time. "Apple." He said and I nodded. "Your lipstick is smeared, sweetheart." Luxor said and I frowned. "What side?" "Axe you can reach, fix it for her." Elias said. Axel looked angry but he reached out, holding my head with one hand on the back of my neck as he gently wiped, he repeatedly rubbed over it. He backed up. "Is it gone?" I asked. "It is. Thank you Axe, sorry about that." Adrian mumbled. "Alright. Thanks. I'll be back." I turned and I heard a stream of curses leave the table. I frowned. They didn't have to come if they didn't like me. I hoped Elias wasn't forcing them. "You good?" Amber asked. "Yeah, he just got some lipstick off my face." She hummed and left. Axel Finley "Don't be so embarrassed, baby. I was just teasing." Lux grinned. "I touched her mouth. That was unnecessary." I gritted. "I love seeing you blush." Elias smirked. I turned from them, watching the TV. "Axel drop the attitude." Lux whispered in my ear, hand gripping the back of my neck. I ignored him. His hand just settled on my thigh then. She came back, setting down all of the drinks. Her chest are perfect handfuls. She looked along us with a curious face. She settled on me for a second and I refused to look away and be embarrassed after what had happened. "The burgers are being cooked, it might be a while until they're ready though. Any appetizers?" "What ones do you have?" Elias asked. She listed them. "Mozzarella sticks." Micah said. She wrote that. "Two orders." I mumbled and she wrote that. "I'll be out with those." She walked away. "I have an idea." Micah said. I frowned. She came back out delivering things to other people. "Hey Stella?" He asked and she looked over. "Whenever you can, we'd like to ask you something." He finished and she nodded, leaving into the back, coming out with a tray of food, delivering it to the people around us. This one couple at a table taking an oddly long time while talking to her. But she left and came to us. "What's up?" She asked. "I'd love to take you on a date sometime. You're a very sweet and beautiful girl. I promise I'm a gentleman." Micah leaned forward and her face caught red. I sat back, watching. "Uhm... well I'm unsure..." "They're all fine with it. They might even want a date themselves." He said. Her mouth sort of just stayed open, she was shocked. "Does tonight sound alright? Don't you get off around 7?" He asked, checking his watch. "Well yes but-" "Great. Wear jeans. I'll be there around 8:30." He smiled. She just froze. "Okay." She whispered. "Good girl. Hop along, people are waiting for you." He teased, she walked away slowly. Elias immediately busted out laughing. Adrian even had a smile on his face. That didn't happen too often. He looked at me. "That also means you'll have to do a 1 on 1 with her." I nodded. I understood that. "Wanna be last?" Elias asked. "Please." I said. "Sounds good." She came back with our burgers. "Waters now?" She asked. "Please." Elias nodded. She left and came back with the waters. We watched her work until we finally finished and stayed until she was done working. Then we paid with her quickly and got up as she got ready to go. We put our jackets on and helmets following. She came out with her purse in hand and jacket in the other. I held the door open for her and she thanked me. I doubt she could tell who was who though. We walked her to her car and I picked up on her license plate so I could look it up when I got home. Before they came around I was a bit of a hacker and I knew I'd find her info for Micah tonight. Elias opened the car door for her. "Oh, thank you." "See you soon, Angel." Micah lifted his chin bar exposing his face. She nodded a bit dazed. "What did he say to wear?" Adrian asked her. "Jeans." "Good girl." He praised and shut her door as we watched her leave before going to our bikes. "Give her a peck for me." Elias joked. "I 、 will. For all of you bimboe、s." He turned on his bike and it purred before we all did it and began leaving back to our house. I just wanted to feel those chest. God knew I didn't have the balls to though.	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2,670,127	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2670122}'	Yes	2025-01-27 18:27	active	2335	ここをクリックして無料でお読みください！	高橋優子が末期癌と診断されたその日、夫の佐藤峻介は、初恋の相手の子供の世話をしていた。 ... 病院で、中村悠斗が渋い顔で言った。「優子さん、手術が成功すれば、生存率は15%から30%になる。」優子はかばんのひもを細い指でぎゅっと握りしめ、青ざめた小さな顔に深い陰りを浮かべていた。「先輩、もし手術を受けなければ、どのくらい生きられるの？」「半年から1年ぐらい。」優子は唇をぎゅっと噛みしめ、やっと言葉を吐き出した。「先輩、このことは秘密にしてちょうだい。家族を心配させたくないの。」高橋家はすでに破産しており、優子は父親の医療費を工面するだけでも精一杯だった。悠斗は諦めたように言った。「口外しないよ。でも、結婚していると聞いた。旦那さん――」「お父さんのことはお願いね。もう行かないと。」優子は夫の話題を避けるように、早々にその場を立ち去った。父親の治療が始まってからの2年間、夫である佐藤峻介は一度も姿を見せたことがなかった。彼女が倒れて通行人に病院へ運ばれた時でさえもだ。かつては彼も優子を大切にしていた。だが、初恋の相手である松本里美が妊娠した状態で帰国してから、すべてが変わった。優子もかつて妊娠していたことがあった。ある日、湖で松本里美とともに落水した時、必死にもがきながら、彼が里美に向かって泳いでいく姿を見た。後、里美は無事に子どもを産んだ。でも優子は母親になる機会を奪われた。 7日後、峻介は離婚を求めたが、彼女は拒否した。だが、病気のことを知った今、彼女は震える手で彼の電話をかけた。 3回目のコールでつながると、彼の冷たい声が聞こえてきた。「離婚以外の用件なら、お前に会う気はない。」優子は涙をこらえ、癌の話を切り出すことができなかった。すると電話の向こうから里美の声が聞こえてきた。「峻介君、そろそろ赤ちゃんの定期検査よ。」その瞬間、こらえていた涙が一気に溢れ出した。すべてを終わらせる時が来たのだ。優子はこ震える声で、絞り出すようにぽつりと呟いた。「峻介……もう、離婚しよう。」峻介は一瞬、驚いたようだったが、冷笑して言った。「優子、今度はどんな手を使うつもりだ？」「家で待ってるから。」峻介は、電話が突然切られた後、呆然とスマホを見つめていた。一年間拒否し続けてきた優子が、なぜ今急に同意したのだろう？彼女に会いに行くことを決めた。「峻介、どこに行くのよ？」里美が子どもを抱えながら追いかけてきた。しかし、彼は何も言わず立ち去った。その瞬間、里美の優しい表情はみるみるうちに恐ろしいほど暗くなった。あの女……また何か仕掛けてきたわね！玄関のドアが開いたとき、優子はテーブルのそばに立っているスーツを着た背が高い男性を見た。整った顔立ちは氷のように冷たく、その暗い瞳には優子への軽蔑が浮かんでいた。「どこに行ってたんだ？」峻介が冷たく尋ねた。「そんなことはいつから気にするの？」「離婚届にサインしてもらう必要がある。」その言葉は鋭い針のように彼女の心を刺した。濡れた体を引きずりながら、彼女はカバンから書類を静かに取り出した。「心配する必要がない。もうサイン済みだ。」彼女が書類をテーブルの上に置いたとき、峻介は「離婚」という二文字がこれほどまでに不愉快に思えたことはなかった。優子が唯一要求したのは、2億円の慰謝料だった。「どうして急に同意したのかと思ったら、結局金のためか。」彼の顔が嘲笑を浮かべた。かつてなら、自分を弁護するかもしれない。でも、今彼女はただ静かに言った。「本来なら、佐藤さんの資産の半分を請求する権利があるわ。でも、私は2億円しか要求しなかった。これでも、まだ情けをかけてるつもりよ。」峻介は一歩前に進み、長い影が優子を覆った。彼は彼女の顎を細長い指で掴み、冷たい声で言った。「今、何て呼んだ？」「佐藤さん、もしこの呼び方が嫌なら、元夫と呼び直してもいいわよ。さあ、書類にサインして帰ってもらっていい？」彼は不愉快そうな顔をした。「ここは俺の家だ。出て行けと言う権利はお前にはあるかい。」優子は皮肉げに微笑み、言った。「確かに、その権利はないわ。でも、安心して、佐藤さん。離婚証明書を受け取ったら、すぐに出て行く。」また、彼の手を振り払い、冷たい目で彼を見つめた。「明日の朝9時、市役所で書類を持ってきてください。」翌朝、日の出前には優子は出発しようとした時、病院から電話がかかってきた。「高橋さん、お父さんが心臓発作を起こしました。」「えっ？すぐ向かいます！」病院に到着すると、手術はまだ続いていた。今、唯一の希望は父が健康で生き続けることだけだった。看護師が手術費用の請求書を手渡してきた。総額は300万円以上。でも、以前支払った入院費で残金はたったの10万円。どうしても足りなかった。仕方なく、峻介に電話をかけた。冷たい声が聞こえる。「どこだ？もう30分待っている。」「急なことがあって――」「優子、これでおもしろい？」峻介が鼻で笑う。「どうせまた嘘をついているんだろう？」そんな！「嘘じゃない！父が心臓発作を起こして手術が必要なの！――」「それで、死んだのか？」峻介が遮った。その言葉に、優子は耳を疑った。そんな言い方する人がいるのか？「いいえ！峻介、手術費が300万円以上かかるの。だから慰謝料を先に振り込んでくれない？必ず離婚するから！」「優子、俺が誰よりも君の父親の死を望んでいることを理解しているよな。金を渡すのはいいだろう、でも手続きが終わった後にだ。」それだけ言うと、電話は切られた。優子の顔には困惑が浮かんでいた。かつて彼は父に対して敬意を払っていたはずだった。しかし、今の彼の声には本気の憎しみが滲んでいた。なぜだ？ 2年前の高橋家の破産と結びつけて考えると、偶然の出来事とは思えなくなってきた。もうしかして、峻介が裏で何かを仕掛けたのだ。しかし、実家は一体どうやって彼を怒らせてしまったのだろう？今、考え込む余裕もなく、父の治療費を何とかするのが最優先だった。手術室の扉が開いた。「先生？」「髙橋さん、お父様はなんとか持ちこたえました。」優子はようやく胸を撫で下ろした。介護人に父を任せ、市役所に急いだが、峻介はどこにもなかった。焦て電話をかける。「市役所に着いたわ。どこにいるの？」「事務室だ。」「今すぐ離婚手続きを済ませに来てくれない？」峻介は薄く笑って言った。「数億円の契約とお前、どっちが大事だと思う？」「終わるまで待つから……峻介、お願い、今父はお金が必要なの。」「もし死んだら、葬式代を出してやるよ。」それだけ言うと、彼は電話を切った。再び電話をかけたが、すでに電源が切られた。優子は息が詰まるような感覚に襲われた。彼女はあっという間に全てを失ってしまった。今、優子が持っている唯一の価値あるものは、結婚指輪だけだった。彼女は指輪を外し、高級宝飾店に足を踏み入れた。「お客様、購入時の領収書と証明書はお持ちですか？」「はい。」優子は急いで書類を差し出した。「ありがとうございます。指輪は検査に出す必要があるので、明日またご連絡させていただけますか。」優子は切迫した声で言った。「急いでいるんです。今日中にお願いします。」「はい。」店員が指輪を持ち去ろうとしたその時、ある白くて繊細な手が指輪ケースを押さえた。「この指輪、とても素敵ね。私が買うわ。」顔を上げた優子の目に飛び込んできたのは、彼女がこの世で最も憎んでいる人物――松本里美だった。	LEARN_MORE	https://heplk.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13074&ut	女の子が読みたい小説を大特集	https://www.facebook.com/61559954921868/	135	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	heplk.com	IMAGE		https://heplk.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13074&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475227185_1016794886944248_1170169838061851078_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=oQMrsoUFb-MQ7kNvgG_xAcm&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A_aP6V-ccv9CYdcQRHD-SLR&oh=00_AYCsfsuMu5MCRSy5xwEymxLxoiIGzZ31YbhTpzs_TupgOw&oe=679E05B0	PERSON_PROFILE	女の子が読みたい小説を大特集	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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