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No 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 😍Read the next chapters👉 It’s not the first time I received photos of my husband, Owen, cheating on me. After losing my parents, I was adopted by Owen’s family. I grew up with him. We were inexplicably attracted to each other but we dared not to admit it. Until that one crazy night... anyway we got married when we were both 22. Now, it’s been three years. But Owen had been acting very strange recently. These photos seemed to explain why... I had to confront him. “Owen?” I called out. “Owen, where are you?” He didn't answer. Owen was on the phone with his friend. As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: “No, I don’t think I love her anymore.” Owen’s words gave me icy chills. “How could he say that?!” My heart was broken. Owen left without any explanation that night. When Owen came back he was very drunk. He started kissing me and called me Josie. I couldn’t believe what I heard… “Josie…? Were you with Josie?” I asked with panic in my voice. I couldn’t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. Life passed, I became more and more painful. I finally got divorced with Owen. I thought there would be no relationship between us. But the appearance of Raymond gave me fresh hope for love. Raymond was Owen’s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, handsome and rich. He was one of the most attractive men I knew. After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back 10 years ago to take over his family’s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. I couldn’t believe such a wonderful man would confess to me. I didn’t know why he would fall in love with such an ordinary woman like me? He’s always there when I was in danger and even got injured when protecting me. But I can not accept him as his relationship with my ex-husband. Then the unexpected thing happened. My best friend set me up. When I woke up, I found myself under Raymond's sheet. “Don’t be scared, Noah.” “I’ll protect you.” “I’m willing to take responsibility.” “Noah, I love you.” His magnetic voice always lingered in my ears. Could I trust him? What will happen if I get involved in this forbidden relationship? LEARN_MORE https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12088&u Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61560831098071/ 21 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 redtgb.com DCO https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12088&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/448761212_999988184491714_8141244835199273968_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zhvkNswOPTwQ7kNvgFisvQ8&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Agu4qjIudXy1qh_rRO2hhzt&oh=00_AYBtJJjRCI87p2cU1Ypxd9yoDxoPPF4VoUU0epw9LrfWnw&oe=672F996D PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-05 02:03 active 1688 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in public!👉 In her past life, she tragically died on the operating table. Now, all she wants is a divorce, but the man who once ignored her is desperately pleading for her to stay... “Heart pacemaker! Quick! Increase the voltage!” The intern nurse is trembling, covered in blood. The operating room reeks of blood. The woman on the bed is pale and whispering, “ Juan…” “What?” The nurse leans closer. “ Juan…” He’s the powerful president of a major company! The doctor, panicking, misdials before finally reaching him: “President Juan, your wife is about to die. You might want to come say goodbye.” Coldly, he replies, “Is she still alive? Call me when she’s gone.” The line goes dead. At that moment, the light fades from her eyes. Juan… Do you really hate me this much? Debra feels her soul leave her body, looking at her lifeless self—she died during childbirth. She loved Juan deeply and sacrificed everything for him, only to end up like this. If only she could start over, she would avoid her past mistakes. “Madam, your husband wants to take you to the auction tonight. What do you want to wear?” A familiar voice pulls her back. Everything looks familiar, it’s her and Juan’s new home! This was five years ago when he needed her for an auction. Could it be… she’s been reborn?... LEARN_MORE https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ 290 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 thebvhwysgng.com DCO https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13914&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460516715_3731909377059048_7579242386769920403_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sSOzRgFOfXwQ7kNvgFB31hW&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AtBOOPopd9oKXJZopUNjvsa&oh=00_AYD6JZrLE0K958fxC177dW1JsFBqORfHYQKMbV9r_SSxlA&oe=672F8E31 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-05 02:03 active 1688 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in public!👉 In her past life, she tragically died on the operating table. Now, all she wants is a divorce, but the man who once ignored her is desperately pleading for her to stay... “Heart pacemaker! Quick! Increase the voltage!” The intern nurse is trembling, covered in blood. The operating room reeks of blood. The woman on the bed is pale and whispering, “ Juan…” “What?” The nurse leans closer. “ Juan…” He’s the powerful president of a major company! The doctor, panicking, misdials before finally reaching him: “President Juan, your wife is about to die. You might want to come say goodbye.” Coldly, he replies, “Is she still alive? Call me when she’s gone.” The line goes dead. At that moment, the light fades from her eyes. Juan… Do you really hate me this much? Debra feels her soul leave her body, looking at her lifeless self—she died during childbirth. She loved Juan deeply and sacrificed everything for him, only to end up like this. If only she could start over, she would avoid her past mistakes. “Madam, your husband wants to take you to the auction tonight. What do you want to wear?” A familiar voice pulls her back. Everything looks familiar, it’s her and Juan’s new home! This was five years ago when he needed her for an auction. Could it be… she’s been reborn?... LEARN_MORE https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ 290 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 thebvhwysgng.com DCO https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13914&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460516715_3731909377059048_7579242386769920403_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sSOzRgFOfXwQ7kNvgFB31hW&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AtBOOPopd9oKXJZopUNjvsa&oh=00_AYD6JZrLE0K958fxC177dW1JsFBqORfHYQKMbV9r_SSxlA&oe=672F8E31 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-05 02:03 active 1688 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in public!👉 In her past life, she tragically died on the operating table. Now, all she wants is a divorce, but the man who once ignored her is desperately pleading for her to stay... “Heart pacemaker! Quick! Increase the voltage!” The intern nurse is trembling, covered in blood. The operating room reeks of blood. The woman on the bed is pale and whispering, “ Juan…” “What?” The nurse leans closer. “ Juan…” He’s the powerful president of a major company! The doctor, panicking, misdials before finally reaching him: “President Juan, your wife is about to die. You might want to come say goodbye.” Coldly, he replies, “Is she still alive? Call me when she’s gone.” The line goes dead. At that moment, the light fades from her eyes. Juan… Do you really hate me this much? Debra feels her soul leave her body, looking at her lifeless self—she died during childbirth. She loved Juan deeply and sacrificed everything for him, only to end up like this. If only she could start over, she would avoid her past mistakes. “Madam, your husband wants to take you to the auction tonight. What do you want to wear?” A familiar voice pulls her back. Everything looks familiar, it’s her and Juan’s new home! This was five years ago when he needed her for an auction. Could it be… she’s been reborn?... LEARN_MORE https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=1 Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61559743679549/ 290 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 thebvhwysgng.com DCO https://thebvhwysgng.com/market/goodnovel/1?lpid=13914&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&placement={{placement}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/460516715_3731909377059048_7579242386769920403_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=sSOzRgFOfXwQ7kNvgFB31hW&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AtBOOPopd9oKXJZopUNjvsa&oh=00_AYD6JZrLE0K958fxC177dW1JsFBqORfHYQKMbV9r_SSxlA&oe=672F8E31 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in public!👉 At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high... 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Yes 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 😍Read the next chapters👉 It’s not the first time I received photos of my husband, Owen, cheating on me. After losing my parents, I was adopted by Owen’s family. I grew up with him. We were inexplicably attracted to each other but we dared not to admit it. Until that one crazy night... anyway we got married when we were both 22. Now, it’s been three years. But Owen had been acting very strange recently. These photos seemed to explain why... I had to confront him. “Owen?” I called out. “Owen, where are you?” He didn't answer. Owen was on the phone with his friend. As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: “No, I don’t think I love her anymore.” Owen’s words gave me icy chills. “How could he say that?!” My heart was broken. Owen left without any explanation that night. When Owen came back he was very drunk. He started kissing me and called me Josie. I couldn’t believe what I heard… “Josie…? Were you with Josie?” I asked with panic in my voice. I couldn’t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. Life passed, I became more and more painful. I finally got divorced with Owen. I thought there would be no relationship between us. But the appearance of Raymond gave me fresh hope for love. Raymond was Owen’s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, handsome and rich. He was one of the most attractive men I knew. After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back 10 years ago to take over his family’s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. I couldn’t believe such a wonderful man would confess to me. I didn’t know why he would fall in love with such an ordinary woman like me? He’s always there when I was in danger and even got injured when protecting me. But I can not accept him as his relationship with my ex-husband. Then the unexpected thing happened. My best friend set me up. When I woke up, I found myself under Raymond's sheet. “Don’t be scared, Noah.” “I’ll protect you.” “I’m willing to take responsibility.” “Noah, I love you.” His magnetic voice always lingered in my ears. Could I trust him? What will happen if I get involved in this forbidden relationship? LEARN_MORE https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12088&u Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61560831098071/ 21 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 redtgb.com DCO https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12088&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/448761212_999988184491714_8141244835199273968_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zhvkNswOPTwQ7kNvgFisvQ8&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Agu4qjIudXy1qh_rRO2hhzt&oh=00_AYBtJJjRCI87p2cU1Ypxd9yoDxoPPF4VoUU0epw9LrfWnw&oe=672F996D PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 😍Read the next chapters👉 It’s not the first time I received photos of my husband, Owen, cheating on me. After losing my parents, I was adopted by Owen’s family. I grew up with him. We were inexplicably attracted to each other but we dared not to admit it. Until that one crazy night... anyway we got married when we were both 22. Now, it’s been three years. But Owen had been acting very strange recently. These photos seemed to explain why... I had to confront him. “Owen?” I called out. “Owen, where are you?” He didn't answer. Owen was on the phone with his friend. As I was about to knock on the door, I overheard: “No, I don’t think I love her anymore.” Owen’s words gave me icy chills. “How could he say that?!” My heart was broken. Owen left without any explanation that night. When Owen came back he was very drunk. He started kissing me and called me Josie. I couldn’t believe what I heard… “Josie…? Were you with Josie?” I asked with panic in my voice. I couldn’t believe my husband cheated on me with my best friend. Life passed, I became more and more painful. I finally got divorced with Owen. I thought there would be no relationship between us. But the appearance of Raymond gave me fresh hope for love. Raymond was Owen’s uncle. He was only several years older, but very mature. He was tall, handsome and rich. He was one of the most attractive men I knew. After living in Australia for most of his life, he had come back 10 years ago to take over his family’s business. By now, he was the most successful CEO in the city. Although all women admired him, he remained single. I couldn’t believe such a wonderful man would confess to me. I didn’t know why he would fall in love with such an ordinary woman like me? He’s always there when I was in danger and even got injured when protecting me. But I can not accept him as his relationship with my ex-husband. Then the unexpected thing happened. My best friend set me up. When I woke up, I found myself under Raymond's sheet. “Don’t be scared, Noah.” “I’ll protect you.” “I’m willing to take responsibility.” “Noah, I love you.” His magnetic voice always lingered in my ears. Could I trust him? What will happen if I get involved in this forbidden relationship? LEARN_MORE https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12088&u Random Reading https://www.facebook.com/61560831098071/ 21 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn More 0 redtgb.com DCO https://redtgb.com/market/buenovela/3?lpid=12088&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_content={{campaign.id}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&ad_id={{ad.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}} 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/448761212_999988184491714_8141244835199273968_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=zhvkNswOPTwQ7kNvgFisvQ8&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Agu4qjIudXy1qh_rRO2hhzt&oh=00_AYBtJJjRCI87p2cU1Ypxd9yoDxoPPF4VoUU0epw9LrfWnw&oe=672F996D PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Random Reading 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 🔞Attention! Do not read in public!👉 At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high... 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No 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 閱讀下一章👉 在真千金段綿綿費盡心思的陷害下,段家的養父母拋棄了我這個“假千金” 可就在我絕望之際,命運又給我了我一個驚天反轉----我居然是江城首富的親生女兒!! 在一個豪華的客廳裡,一位貴婦冷漠的審視我 她的臉上滿是厭惡,聲音尖銳如刀:“段清辭,我們收養你這麼多年,沒想到你會幹出如此狼心狗肺之事,這次段家再也容不下你,你走吧!” 段清辭面前,一名雍容華貴的貴婦正厭惡刻薄地看著她。 “媽,不要,都是我不小心從樓上摔下來的,和姐姐沒關係的。” 附近的沙發上,與貴婦有幾分相似的少女淚眼婆娑的開口求情,她膝蓋上纏著繃帶,看起來十分惹人憐愛。 半個小時前,段家真千金段綿綿從樓梯上滾下,二樓當時只有段清辭一人。 所有人認定是她所為…… 此刻,段家人厭惡反感的嘴臉與一周前在記者面前說捨不得她的模樣判若兩人。 段清辭垂眸,眼底浮現嘲諷。 就在不久前,她還是段家唯一的小姐。雖不受寵,但段家好歹沒有讓她缺衣少食。 直到那一天段父出事,需要獻血,大家都測了血型,才發現段清辭並不是段家的女兒。段父立刻發動人脈去調查,很快就找回了段綿綿這個親生女兒。 段家是江城豪門,這麼大的事情大家自然都知道了,但是段家一向在乎名聲,就對外說捨不得都養育了這麼多年的段清辭,說會將段清辭當做親生女兒繼續養一段時間,再送回去。 實際上他們想立刻就把她送回原來的家。 找回親生女兒後,段家人覺得是段清辭的存在害的她這麼多年過的那麼辛苦,所以自段綿綿被接回來以後,就讓段清辭從原來的房間裡搬出來,住進了儲物室裡。 如今段清辭的待遇直轉急下,不僅需要給段家人打掃衛生、洗衣做飯,甚至有時候都不如段家的傭人! 可儘管如此,段綿綿依舊不想讓段清辭再待下去。 這些天,她多次設計陷害段清辭。 但段家父母都當做沒看見,甚至隱隱還對段清辭表露出嫌棄。 段清辭藉此看清楚了段家的嘴臉,自然不會再一味忍讓。 段清辭這麼想著,抬起頭看向了段綿綿:“我會離開,但不是不明不白的離開,誣陷我的事也該清算一下了吧,段綿綿!” 段綿綿被她犀利冷漠的目光看的無端一陣戰慄。 這還是那個逆來順受的段清辭嗎? 她眸底閃過一抹陰暗。 這個賤人! 自己才是段家真千金,她憑什麼還享受段家的榮華富貴! 她一定要把她趕出去! 段綿綿無辜的道:“姐姐,我不知道你在說什麼。我知道你之前看我不順眼,覺得是我回來搶走了爸爸媽媽的疼愛,所以你的所作所為我都忍了,可是我的腿……你明知道我最喜歡舞蹈,你怎麼能……早知道你也喜歡,我就不和你搶比賽的名額了!” 她這話意思是段清辭之所以害她,是為了全國舞蹈大賽的名額。 聞言,段夫人眼底厭惡越濃,“綿綿,你天賦異稟,豈是她這種人能比的?這個名額非你莫屬,段清辭,你收拾東西,給我滾!” 這個段清辭……整天一副死人樣給誰看呢。 倒是段綿綿,性格溫柔聽話,舞蹈天賦極佳,如此優秀,這才是自己的女兒! 一直沉默的段父總算歎口氣,開口:“清辭,我們本來約好等風頭過去後再把你送回去,但沒想到你對綿綿惡意這麼大。今天,我們就送你過去!” 段綿綿聞言,眼眸煥發興奮。 段清辭卻面無波瀾,轉頭就去收拾東西。 她許久未下來,段綿綿有些擔心:“姐姐不會把東西都帶走了吧……” 段家一切都是她的,怎允許冒牌貨拿走! 正巧這時段清辭下來,背後只多了個黑色的包,與她本就白的肌膚形成強烈視覺衝突,那雙黑白分明的眼掃來,段父忽然有些不知如何反應,心虛的移開了目光。 段夫人看著段清辭的包蹙眉,這麼少?“你都帶了什麼,我看看?” “不用了,就讓她帶走吧。”段父阻止,最多不過是自己給她的那張卡,一共也才十萬塊罷了。 段清辭卻直接將包扔到桌子上,面無表情道:“檢查吧。” “誰知道她會不會帶走貴重物品……”段夫人冷哼,打開背包,卻只看見一個筆記本,一些種子,一些現金。連一張卡都沒帶走,她忽然覺得臉疼,優雅坐直身體:“讓司機送你走吧。” 段父卻看得不是滋味,拿出一張卡:“清辭,回去後聽你爸媽的話,他們雖然在家務農……但淳樸善良,你要多幫幫他們。” 段綿綿眼眸更亮,嘴上卻無比憐憫:“爸爸,姐姐怎麼能回那樣的家呢,豈不是她再也跳不了舞,甚至沒法在公司待了?” 段清辭漂亮的眉眼依舊平淡,拒絕了卡:“人各有命,但我說了,我不會不清不白離開,段綿綿,你是怎麼從樓梯上下來的,我給你最後一次機會,你自己說清楚。” 段綿綿最討厭的就是段清辭這幅無論何時都平淡無波的模樣,仿佛她生來就高人一等。 明明就是個假千金! 農民之女! “姐姐,你什麼意思,難不成我還會自己摔下來嗎?這可是我的腿啊,我最看重的腿,我若出事了,以後還怎麼跳舞!”段綿綿崩潰地大哭,嗷嗚一聲撲進媽媽的懷裡。 “砰!” 一個花瓶猛地朝著她砸去,打斷段綿綿拙劣的表演,她嚇得站起來一跳。 所有人都看著她,段夫人和段父都震驚了。 不是說受傷了,這段時間都站不起來了? 第2章 首富找上門 段綿綿反應過來後,一陣寒意浮上心頭,又猛地栽入沙發裡,“啊,好疼,我的腿!” 段父第一反應不是生氣,而是愧疚地看著段清辭:“清辭,你妹妹年齡小,你別和她計較……” 這句話,她已經聽膩了。 “當然,狗咬我我不會咬回去,畢竟打狗也要看主人是吧?” 段清辭輕蔑一笑,收好包,轉身瀟灑離去。 被罵的三人神色難看。 門口司機等待已久,並不知道裡面的恩怨,見到段清辭招呼也不打一聲,自從段綿綿回來後,家裡僕人誰還看得起一個養女? 段清辭也看都沒看他,往外走去。 司機這才著急,“小姐,老爺讓我送你過去。” “不必,往後段家,再與我無關!” 她冷冷丟下一句,隨後按照段父在手機上發來的位置,打了個車。 這是一個極為落後的郊外村子。 段清辭尋找到親生父母家門口。 房屋破舊,裡面傳來哭聲。 段清辭邁步走進去,卻看見屋子裡許多人。 穿著華貴整潔的男人帶著保鏢,和正在哭泣的農民夫妻兩人形成強烈對比。 段清辭愣怔之際,那個穿著西裝的男人在看到她後瞬間紅了眼眶,上前猛地抱住她。 “女兒,真的是你!你真的還活著!”高大威武的男人,語氣居然帶著哽咽。 段清辭懵住。 這個陌生男人為何這樣喊自己? 農民夫妻抬頭看著段清辭,眼眶也是紅著的,段清辭忍不住問:“爸媽,這是什麼情況?” “清辭,你不是我們的孩子。”農民父親歎氣開口:“段綿綿的確是段家的孩子,但是,你卻不是我們的孩子。我們當初的孩子,原來是死胎。這位……才是你的親生父親。” 段清辭看向西裝男人,他的眉宇間和自己真有幾分相似。 男人拿出親子鑒定:“清辭,我在醫院偶然看見了你,就覺得你很眼熟,當時沒想什麼,後來聽說段家找到了真千金,我就在想我們有沒有可能是抱錯了孩子,所以想辦法和你做了鑒定,你可以看一下,你就是我的女兒!” 段清辭打開看,居然是真的! 其實不需要鑒定,兩人站在一起,那眉眼都看得出來,他們是親人。 段清辭沉默不語。 這件事對她來說的確很意外。 她本以為自己找到親人了,沒想到,還有轉折。 “清辭,我知道你心裡肯定很難受,但是事情就是這樣。當初,我們和段家,還有他們在一家醫院,由於護士的疏忽,導致三個孩子都被換了。他們的孩子被抱給了我們,你被抱給了段家,段綿綿被抱給了他們。” 男人認真地向她解釋:“我和你媽媽一直以為我們的孩子生下來就死了,對你媽媽造成了很大的打擊,沒想到你才是我們的孩子,她現在正在酒店等你呢!” 男人真摯灼熱的眼神,讓段清辭心裡微微一動,點點頭,看向那邊的農民夫妻。 男人道:“當初的事情真的很意外,他們也是受害者,我會幫襯他們。” “我們不需要,知道真相就夠了。”農民伯伯搖頭。 他現在覺得兩個人挺好的,對孩子有些寒心了,他和妻子雖然很窮,但是對段綿綿可是有求必應,但沒想到,段綿綿找到親生父母後,連電話都不接了。 “你們快回去吧,一家人好不容易團聚,可別在這裡耽誤時間。”他說著,將人送出了門。 段清辭跟著男人上了豪車。 勞斯萊斯。 嗯,看來親爹挺有錢的。 男人望著她,神色很溫柔:“清辭,我叫喬延飛,也是你的爸爸,以後你有什麼需要都可以告訴爸爸,知道嗎?” 江城首富喬氏集團總裁? 看來,親爹不是一般的有錢啊! 段清辭點點頭。 …… 四季酒店。 江城最高級的五星級酒店。 段綿綿換上一身香奈兒小洋裙,優雅娉婷地跟著爸媽走入酒店。 就在不久前,段夫人接到了一個電話。 舞蹈協會的副會長喬小姐來江城了,她在這次的全國大賽裡擔任評委。若是能拜她為師得到指點,段綿綿奪冠的事情就更有希望了。 所以收到消息後,段夫人便讓段綿綿打扮一番後,急匆匆的帶著她趕了過來,卻沒想看到不遠處一個熟悉的人。 女人穿著簡單的T恤牛仔褲,卻煥發出不一般的清貴。 身旁跟著一個西裝男人,氣質出眾,但看不清楚臉。 “段清辭,她怎麼在這?”段夫人神色微變。 &9& LEARN_MORE https://fbweb.cdreader.com/10100449-fb_contact-fta Heat novel G 0 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 fbweb.cdreader.com VIDEO https://fbweb.cdreader.com/10100449-fb_contact-ftap65_2-0719-core1.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=124213&accid=3805860883030532&rawadid=120216102313850170 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463978348_3994601614101270_1393687400056886149_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=yf-d3aBWbh0Q7kNvgEgHiRL&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A_jzTODh-LhQYSFyDwnU3WY&oh=00_AYDL1wckjs4euwLBBEIaUbIEcadCW0rCNyAIicsUB8YxBg&oe=672F8D8C REGULAR_PAGE 0 0 0 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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No 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 Read next chapter👉 As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Yes 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 Continuar lendo👉👉👉 Com a decadência da família, ela deixou o violino de lado para se tornar uma dona de casa atenciosa, mas acabou recebendo desprezo do marido. Após uma epifania, ela decidiu divorciar-se com determinação e retomar sua carreira musical, brilhando intensamente, enquanto o ex-marido se arrependia! ===== Joelle Miller examinou com atenção o feed do Twitter de Rebecca Lloyd, estudando cada vídeo com um olhar atento, mal podia esperar para ver o rosto do namorado de Rebecca. Rebecca, a garota nos vídeos, exibia uma aura meiga e delicada em seu simples traje branco. Embora não fosse uma beleza extraordinária, tinha uma simplicidade autêntica e um sorriso genuinamente encantador que a tornava especial. Logo, ela descobriu que em ocasiões marcantes, como a véspera de Natal, o Dia dos Namorados e até mesmo seu aniversário, Rebecca estava com Adrian Miller, seu suposto marido, que não comparecia a nenhum dos eventos importantes nos últimos três anos. As narrativas felizes de Rebecca e os detalhes do cotidiano com seu namorado foram mais do que suficientes para causar uma sensação de melancolia em Joelle. "Está vendo isso? Ele sempre guarda o pedaço mais suculento da melancia para mim." "Mesmo quando ele chega tarde em casa, ele sempre se lembra de me trazer algo." "E dê uma olhada nisso -- surpresa! Ele trouxe um amuleto de proteção para mim da igreja." ...... A conta tinha como nome de usuário "Contagem Regressiva para a Morte", sendo a única conta que Joelle seguia. Quando ela estava prestes a ponderar sobre o nome ameaçador, a porta do banheiro foi aberta. Então, Adrian surgiu no ambiente mal iluminado. De forma instintiva, Joelle bloqueou o celular e olhou para ele, completamente imersa em pensamentos. Já tinha se passado bastante tempo desde a última vez que ela viu Adrian. Nessa noite, ele não estava aqui por escolha própria. Sua avó, Irene Miller, estava doente e ansiosa por um bisneto, o que fez Adrian voltar. Caso contrário, era bastante provável que ele nunca tivesse voltado. Nos três anos de casamento, Adrian quase nunca apareceu em casa, preferindo passar a maior parte do tempo nas Vilas Oak. Todos sabiam que ele não nutria nenhum sentimento por Joelle, que se via presa em um casamento que só existia no papel. "Te darei apenas uma chance. Se você acabar g**vida ou não, isso irá depender do destino", afirmou Adrian, sua voz profunda e marcante. O que aquilo significava? Antes que Joelle pudesse processar tudo, Adrian segurou o tornozelo dela e a puxou para perto. Joelle dominada pelo medo, pálido. "Adrian! Pare, eu não quero..." Ela não conseguiu terminar a frase, sendo interrompida por sua própria luta desesperada. Estar em uma situação como aquela com o homem que amava a preenchia de humilhação e pavor. Com um sorriso irônico, Adrian comentou: "Você teve a audácia de me d*oga uma vez, então deveria saber que este dia chegaria. Apenas aguente agora." Com aquelas palavras pesadas, os olhos de Joelle se encheram de lágrimas, seus cílios vibrando como borboletas machucadas. Observando o semblante severo dele, ela falou com a voz estremecida: "As coisas não eram o que você pensa..." No entanto, seu protesto foi cortado. A dor a consumiu, fazendo com que sua resistência desaparecesse enquanto o desespero a invadia. Por fim, ela desistiu de lutar. "Você aprendeu. Agir de forma difícil é bem mais divertido do que ficar apenas deitada como um peixe morto." Ele sua voz rouca e cheia de desprezo. Após o banho, ele saiu sem olhar para trás, como se quisesse se afastar o mais rápido possível. Antes e depois, aqueles banhos ritualísticos pareciam lavá-lo dela, como se ela fosse uma mancha em sua alma. Joelle, por sua vez, se esforçou para compreender qual era a sua posição na vida dele. Será que ela era apenas um brinquedo para satisfazê-lo? Ou seria ela apenas uma peça para atender às expectativas da família dele por um herdeiro? A janela estava aberta naquele momento, deixando entrar um vento frio e cortante. Joelle tremeu, puxando o cobertor com mais força em volta de seu corpo. No entanto, não era somente o frio que a fez estremecer. Seu coração estava despedaçado, com um vento gelado e implacável passando pela ferida aberta. O homem por quem ela era apaixonada há quase oito anos não passava de um estranho agora. Três anos atrás, durante um elegante banquete da família Miller, Joelle beba demais. Quando despertou, com Adrian ao seu lado. Antes mesmo que ela tivesse tempo para colocar seus pensamentos em ordem, seu irmão e diversos membros da família Miller invadiram. Não havia como desfazer o que já havia acontecido. Com isso, a avó de Adrian tomou as rédeas da situação e organizou o casamento. Por todo esse tempo, Adrian acreditava que Joelle o havia d*ogado para prendê-lo a ela. Antes, Joelle não entendia por que Adrian nutria uma hostilidade tão profunda. Afinal, eles cresceram juntos. Mas agora ela finalmente entendeu. Para Adrian, ela não passava de uma mulher maligna que arruinou seu relacionamento com Rebecca. Nesse momento, ela pensou no quão perfeito Adrian parecia nos vídeos de Rebecca -- sempre tão gentil e atencioso. Foi então que ela se deu conta de que ele talvez nunca mostrasse a mesma ternura para ela. Finalmente, Joelle não conseguiu mais reprimir as lágrimas e desabou em um ataque de choro. Naquela noite, seu sono foi conturbado e agitado. Nas últimas horas, ela se pegou sonhando com os primeiros dias, época em que não havia brigas entre ela e Adrian. Despertada por seu sono inquieto, Joelle se levantou bem mais cedo do que o normal. Após se refrescar, ela colocou uma roupa casual e desceu as escadas. Leah Jenkins, a empregada mais antiga, avistou Joelle descendo e rapidamente arrumou a mesa para o café da manhã, conhecendo bem todas as suas preferências. Com isso, Joelle desfrutou de seu café da manhã tranquilamente, comendo lentamente. "Senhora Miller, por que não persuadiu o senhor Miller a ficar mais um pouco aqui ontem à noite? Afinal, ele não volta para casa com frequência", observou Leah, com um tom que expressava empatia por Joelle. Leah já trabalhava para a família Miller há muitos anos, vendo Joelle e Adrian se transformarem de amigos de infância em inimigos. Uma expressão de desconforto passou rapidamente pelo rosto de Joelle antes que ela a ocultasse com um sorriso tranquilo. "Eu tentei, mas ele não quis ficar", admitiu ela. Seus sentimentos estavam nas Vilas Oak, onde morava a mulher que ele realmente amava. Após hesitar brevemente, Leah disse de forma cautelosa: "Talvez isso se deva ao fato de que o senhor Miller esteja fortemente engajado nos assuntos da empresa. Gerir um negócio dessa magnitude consome muito do seu tempo." Depois de ser encarregada de cuidar de Joelle há três anos, Leah começou a entender as complexidades desse casamento como ninguém. Essa percepção despertou uma verdadeira simpatia por Joelle. Enquanto Joelle mordia a torrada, seus cílios tremularam, seus olhos umedecendo levemente por causa da tensão emocional. Embora Adrian vivesse ocupado, ele sempre encontrava um tempo para Rebecca. Além disso, ele fez questão de visitar a Igreja da Redenção para buscar um amuleto de proteção para ela. Mesmo tendo a agenda lotada, ele nunca abriu mão de passar férias com ela. Nesse momento, o celular de Joelle começou a tocar, rompendo o silêncio. Quando Leah deixou a sala de jantar, Joelle pegou o celular e notou que era uma ligação de sua amiga, Katherine Nash. "Quero o divórcio, Katherine", disse Joelle roucamente depois que atendeu. Capítulo 2 Você pretende dormir na rua após o divórcio? Achando que não havia sentido em estender o relacionamento mais, Joelle decidiu que era melhor se divorciar. Após um instante de silêncio confuso, Katherine caiu na risada. "Você ficará com a metade dos bens de Adrian? Ah meu Deus! Joelle, você está a um passo de se tornar uma bilionária!" "Não, isso não será possível." No dia de seu casamento com Adrian, Joelle assinou um acordo. Caso eles se divorciassem, ela não teria direito a nada. "Então por que você quer se divorciar? Continue casada com ele!" Joelle se lembrou da rudeza de Adrian na noite passada e da humilhação que veio em seguida. Ela foi extremamente ingênua no passado, pensando que seu amor por Adrian a faria suportar qualquer dificuldade. Mas agora, ao rever tudo, ela se deu conta do quão tola tinha sido. O sofrimento levou Adrian a amá-la? Obviamente não. Um verdadeiro amor nunca permitiria que ela sofresse. Sem conseguir se conter, Joelle zombou de si mesma e decidiu mudar de assunto: "Aliás, você se recorda do favor que pedi da última vez?" "Sim. Era sobre isso que eu ia te falar. Você me pediu para ficar atenta a uma vaga. Surgiu uma oportunidade para você dar aulas de violino a um aluno, mas devo dizer que isso será um desperdício de seu talento." "Está tudo bem", disse Joelle, sorrindo levemente. "Não será desperdício algum. Afinal, já faz três anos que sou dona de casa. Só ter alguém disposto a me contratar já é o bastante." "Como não é um desperdício? Você estava muito perto de integrar uma orquestra internacional. Se não fosse pelo casamento...", Katherine hesitou, tomada pela indignação em relação à amiga. Após se casar, Joelle não pôde mais trabalhar. Essas famílias abastadas se prendiam a tradições antiquadas. Toda a situação era um completo absurdo. Há três anos, Joelle estava no auge de sua carreira como violinista. Contudo, as rígidas tradições da família Miller a impediam de fazer qualquer apresentação pública. No seu primeiro dia de casada, a mãe de Adrian disse para ela: "Você não precisa se preocupar em trabalhar. Adrian irá cuidar de você. Seu única função é ter filhos e cuidar de seu marido." Após encerrar a chamada com Katherine, Joelle subiu as escadas, foi até o escritório e pegou seu violino, que estava esquecido há muito tempo. Ela ganhou aquele violino de seu pai como presente de aniversário de dezoito anos. Infelizmente, pouco tempo depois de ganhar o violino, seu pai teve um derrame e entrou em coma. Com isso, seu irmão mais velho se tornou o responsável por sustentar a família, permitindo que ela seguisse seu sonho de tocar violino sem preocupações. Enquanto refletia sobre o passado, Joelle passou o arco pelas cordas. Há alguns anos, um acidente lesionou seu pulso, o que fez com que ela não tocasse mais desde então. Agora, enquanto tocava, ela sentiu uma forte dor atravessar seu pulso, mas ela continuou, acreditando na sua memória muscular para tocar uma curta melodia. No final, ela sorriu amargamente, sentindo que a melodia soava horrível. Naquele instante, a voz de Leah soou na porta, repleta de surpresa e entusiasmo: "Senhor, você voltou!" Em seu íntimo, Leah se sentiu aliviada com o retorno de Adrian, achando que isso indicava que ele ainda se importava com Joelle. Talvez, se Joelle se expressasse de forma gentil, a relação deles poderia melhorar. Joelle, por sua vez, ficou surpresa. Adrian raramente aparecia em casa durante o dia. Ela tinha acabado de soltar o violino no momento em que a porta foi aberta. Parado na porta, Adrian exibia sua estatura alta e imponente. Franzindo levemente o cenho, ele a examinou com o olhar. Ele então se recordou de que Joelle aprendera a tocar violino ainda na infância e que seu talento fora elogiado por um professor famoso. Mas por alguma razão, ela desistiu de tocar. Tendo ouvido de fora, ele percebeu que a performance dela era um tanto medíocre. Como alguém poderia ter elogiado o talento dela? Joelle o observou por alguns instantes antes de inclinar a cabeça e guardar o violino de volta no estojo. No segundo seguinte, ela indagou em voz baixa: "O que te traz aqui? Está precisando de algo?" "Só vim buscar uma coisa e te avisar que devemos visitar a vovó amanhã", comentou Adrian friamente. Fazer visitas à avó pelo menos uma vez por mês era uma das tradições familiares. E amanhã seria o dia. Se não fosse por conta desse compromisso, Adrian não teria voltado. Afinal, Irene acabaria ficando chateada caso ele e Joelle não aparecessem juntos. Um sorriso amargo surgiu nos lábios de Joelle, que conhecia as regras da família Miller melhor do que Adrian e sempre as seguia. Mesmo Irene, conhecida por sua severidade, não conseguiu apontar nenhuma falha nela. "Não esqueci. Me sinto aliviada ao ver que você não esqueceu também", comentou Joelle. Seu tom trazia uma sutil acusação, fazendo com que Adrian sorrisse de maneira desdenhosa. Por um instante, uma ira contida começou a se intensificar dentro dele. Sem proferir mais nenhuma palavra, ele seguiu direto para o closet em busca de algo. Embora ele raramente voltasse para casa, Joelle ainda mantinha seu guarda-roupa em perfeita ordem, com roupas limpas, passadas e bem organizadas. Ela tinha a sensação de que sua função se resumia a fazer tarefas de casa, algo que Leah também poderia fazer. Talvez sua única vantagem fosse o fato de ser mais jovem e atraente que Leah. Joelle observava atentamente os movimentos de Adrian, cujo dedo anelar estava vazio -- a aliança de casamento não estava presente. Vendo aquilo, ela sentiu uma dor intensa atingir seu coração. "Quero o divórcio, Adrian", Joelle anunciou de repente, sua voz suave como uma leve brisa. Pronunciar essas palavras drenou todas as suas forças, mas ela sentiu um estranho alívio envolvê-la. Sorrindo desdenhosamente, Adrian se voltou para ela e disse: "Pense bem antes de pedir algo assim. A família Watson já está no seu limite. Sem minha ajuda, você pretende dormir na rua com seu irmão após o divórcio?" Com a queda da família Watson, Joelle deixou de ser respeitada e passou a ser alvo de zombarias. A família Miller a considerava insignificante, vendo ela e a seu irmão como parasitas persistentes que não conseguiam afastar. Mesmo os momentos íntimos com Adrian a faziam se sentir humilhada. Mordendo o lábio inferior, Joelle se endireitou e falou: "Aluguei um lugar. Ainda que eu tivesse que dormir nas ruas, a responsabilidade seria inteiramente minha." A única coisa que ela desejava era o respeito de Adrian, mas três anos de aprisionamento desgastaram seu orgulho e dignidade. "E de onde você arranjou dinheiro para conseguir alugar alguma coisa? Se a sua intenção era ser independente, você não deveria ter usado um único centavo da família Miller." Com as costas voltadas para Joelle, Adrian achou a aliança perdida em um buraco e a segurou. No entanto, seu gesto passou despercebido por Joelle. A declaração dele a deixou sem ar. Sim, ela alugou o lugar com suas poucas economias. Porém, como era casada com Adrian, o que pertencia a ela também não deveria ser dele? Além disso, o apoio financeiro que Adrian havia oferecido à família Watson ao longo dos anos somou uma quantia considerável. Joelle nunca gostava da ideia de estar endividada com Adrian, mas sua dívida para com ele era a mais intensa. Se eles realmente se divorciassem, era bastante provável que ele cortasse todo o suporte financeiro à família Watson. Será que ele estava querendo insinuar que ela deveria deixar o casamento de mãos vazias? No momento em que Adrian se virou para sair, Joelle o chamou, com sua pouca dignidade restante. "Possuo direitos legais nesse casamento e exijo o que é meu por direito. Mas não precisa se preocupar, pois não quero muito, apenas o necessário para ajudar o Grupo Watson a passar por essa crise." Adrian parou, seu semblante se tornando sombrio. Seus lábios se fecharam em uma linha estreita, sua mandíbula se tensionando. Isso era uma indicação clara de sua raiva em ascensão. Mesmo que Joelle estivesse preparada mentalmente, a força da raiva dele a deixou sem reação. A cada segundo sob o olhar rígido dele, sua ansiedade se intensificava. Foi então que o celular de Adrian começou a tocar. Após retirá-lo do bolso, ele se afastou para atender. "Adrian!" Capítulo 3 Manterei minha dignidade A irritação de Adrian era tão intensa que parecia flutuar no ar como estática. "Se seu irmão está precisando de dinheiro, mande ele ir procurar o Grupo Miller." "Mas não se trata disso!", rebateu Joelle. Ele a interpretou mal. Joelle correu atrás dele, com o coração batendo forte de urgência. "Quero o divórcio, Adrian!" Diante de tal afirmação, Adrian parou nas escadas e virou o rosto, o celular em sua mão também ficando em silêncio. Medindo um metro e noventa, ele era significativamente mais alto que Joelle. Ele a encarou com frieza e, ao se pronunciar, sua voz estava repleta de desdém. "Joelle, você não consegue imaginar um jogo mais envolvente do que esse empurra e puxa sem fim? Já que está propondo o divórcio, por que não conta para a vovó? Caso contrário, nunca mais me faça ouvir essa palavra vinda de você!" Em seguida, ele bateu a porta atrás de si, colocando um ponto final na discussão. Sentindo suas pernas enfraquecerem, Joelle se apoiou na parede e deslizou até o chão, um sorriso amargo surgindo em seus lábios. Ela sabia que todo o casamento foi organizado por Irene e que Adrian não teve outra opção a não ser aceitar. Nesse caso, se ela quisesse mesmo o divórcio, falar com Irene seria a melhor abordagem. Contudo, uma parte pequena e iludida dela continuava esperando que ela e Adrian fossem um casal de verdade. Foi por essa razão que ela decidiu falar com ele primeiro. Porém, ela negligenciou um ponto fundamental: Adrian nunca quis realmente se casar com ela. Desde o começo, a hesitação dele era evidente, mesmo que ela tentasse ignorá-la. As últimas palavras dele não só expressaram desprezo, mas também soaram como uma ordem. Se realmente estivesse falando sério, ela deveria enfrentar Irene cara a cara. Com isso, Joelle tomou um banho, trocou de roupa e se preparou para ver Irene. Irene era uma mulher extremamente severa, autoritária e temida por todos na família. Ela comandava com mão firme, e qualquer desobediência era inaceitável. No entanto, tinha um vínculo especial com Joelle. Uma das razões pela qual Joelle aceitou se casar com Adrian foi para cumprir as expectativas de Irene. A princípio, ela desejava cuidar de Adrian, criar um lar e garantir que Irene partisse sem arrependimentos. Mas agora, já não podia mais suportar aquilo. Ver Adrian interessado em outra mulher fez Joelle sentir uma onda de amargura que quase a dominou. Ela sabia que Adrian não sentia nada por ela, e que ele nunca desenvolveria algum sentimento. Quando ela se preparava para sair, seu celular tocou. Era uma ligação do seu irmão, Shawn Watson. "Shawn? Aconteceu alguma coisa?" "Senhora Miller!" Era o assistente de Shawn, falando com uma voz alarmada -- algo inédito para Joelle. Um frio percorreu seu corpo e ela apertou o celular com mais força enquanto parava no último degrau. "Onde Shawn está? O que aconteceu com ele?" "Na noite passada, o senhor Watson esteve em uma reunião de negócios, onde foi forçado beba demais. A princípio, ele deveria ter voltado para casa logo em seguida, mas Erick Lloyd o convenceu a ir a uma fonte termal." Joelle ficou imóvel, a raiva percorrendo seu corpo. "Erick não se deu conta de que algo assim poderia matá-lo?" "Erick é um c**alha. Ele vem usando sua influência já que seu pai e seu irmão trabalhavam como motoristas para a família Miller. Senhora Miller, você precisa vir o mais rápido possível! O senhor Watson continua em cirurgia, e os médicos já deram dois avisos sobre sua condição ser grave. Não pude ficar esperando, então liguei para você!" De repente, a voz dele se tornou falha, quase caindo no choro. Joelle sabia que, se a situação não fosse extremamente grave, ele não teria entrado em contato. Shawn sempre fazia questão de resguardá-la de notícias ruins, independentemente de quão sombrias fossem as situações. Para o assistente ter se abalado tanto, era provável que a vida de Shawn estivesse em risco. Naquele momento, Joelle teve a sensação de que o mundo ao seu redor estava se fechando, enquanto sua voz permanecia presa em sua garganta. Ela então pisou em falso no último degrau e caiu pesadamente no chão, torcendo o tornozelo de forma abrupta. A dor intensa a trouxe de volta ao presente, fazendo com que seus olhos se enchessem de lágrimas. "Ah não! Senhora Miller, como você pode ser tão descuidada assim?", exclamou Leah, ajudando Joelle a se colocar de pé rapidamente. Joelle, por sua vez, apenas segurou o braço de Leah, sua visão embaçada por conta das lágrimas. Ela tentou se expressar, porém, as palavras saíram de forma entrecortada, sufocadas pelos soluços. "Meu irmão... Preciso ir ao hospital para vê-lo!" Notando a urgência em seu tom, Leah disse sem qualquer hesitação: "Está bem, não precisa se preocupar. Pedirei ao motorista para te levar agora mesmo!" Leah era uma empregada leal e habilidosa, que havia dedicado muitos anos de sua vida a servir a família Miller. Cerca de cinco minutos mais tarde, o carro já estava parado em frente à vila. Quando Joelle se preparava para entrar no carro, ela se voltou para Leah e disse: "Por favor, não conte nada do que aconteceu para Irene. Não quero deixá-la preocupada." Leah sentiu seu coração se aquecer com tal pedido. Mesmo em seu estado debilitado e com o rosto encharcado de lágrimas, Joelle ainda se preocupava com o bem-estar de Irene. Ela realmente era uma jovem única e extraordinária! "Não precisa se preocupar, senhora Miller. Sei o que precisa ser feito. Agora vá ver seu irmão." Quando Joelle chegou ao hospital, Shawn tinha acabado de sair da cirurgia. Se deparando com Shawn ligado a diversos fios e tubos, o assistente quase desabou no chão. Ao se aproximar, Joelle o viu ajoelhado contra a parede, com os olhos avermelhados e desprovidos de qualquer emoção. Naquele instante, ela reprimiu o desejo de criticá-lo por não ter protegido Shawn da maneira correta. Afinal, ela poderia fazer aquilo mais tarde. Assim que a condição de Shawn se tornou estável, Joelle levou o assistente para um lugar mais reservado e indagou: "Me fale, como tudo aconteceu?" Com um semblante preocupado, o assistente hesitou brevemente antes de responder: "Senhora Miller, o senhor Watson pediu expressamente que não te envolvêssemos em questões empresariais." "Mas esta é uma questão de vida ou morte. Então você acha mesmo que me deixar no escuro é uma opção ainda?" Perdendo a paciência, Joelle deu as costas para ir embora. "Não adianta, senhora Miller." Com um tom desesperado, o assistente continuou: "Após o incidente com seu pai, o senhor Watson assumiu toda a responsabilidade pelo Grupo Watson. Ele tem se empenhado em preservar a reputação da família para que sua vida na família Miller seja mais tranquila." Ao longo de três anos, Shawn se esforçou intensamente para manter a família unida. Entretanto, se não fosse pela ajuda financeira de Adrian, suas tentativas já teriam fracassado há bastante tempo. Shawn queria que Joelle vivesse com conforto, mas mesmo com seu trabalho árduo, ele nunca conseguiu que ela obtivesse o respeito que merecia do marido. Independentemente do quanto Shawn se esforçasse, Joelle continuava sendo desprezada pela família Miller. Embora enfurecida, Joelle sabia que não tinha como mudar sua situação. Após inspirar profundamente, ela indagou: "Vocês não falaram sobre meu relacionamento com Adrian?" Ela acreditava que se unir à família Miller poderia dar a Shawn a força necessária para se manter firme. "O senhor Watson se nega a falar sobre esse assunto. Ele tem receio de que isso torne sua vida ainda mais complicada." Joelle sorriu amargamente. Desde o início, ela nunca conseguiu se igualar a Adrian. Não era de se surpreender que ele a desprezasse, afinal, ela mesma mal conseguia se aceitar. Apenas uma hora atrás, ela resolveu pedir o divórcio. Mas agora, ela se agarrava ao nome de Adrian, determinada a tornar a vida de Shawn mais fácil. "Fale a Shawn que sou a esposa de Adrian Miller, a escolhida pessoalmente por Irene. Enquanto eu continuar sendo a senhora Miller, manterei minha dignidade perante a família Miller!" De repente, passos ressoaram atrás dela. Ao se virar, Joelle se deparou com os olhos gélidos de Adrian. Junto a ele estava uma jovem de aparência delicada, com grandes olhos ingênuos, segurando-o. Adrian observava Joelle com um olhar gélido e desdenhoso, como se vê-la ali fosse um grande fardo. Naquele momento, ele se deu conta de que Joelle não tinha realmente a intenção de se divorciar. A mulher que havia falado com tanta certeza sobre deixar tudo agora estava ali, ostentando orgulhosamente seu título de senhora Miller. Seu pedido de divórcio não foi mais do que um truque, semelhante a uma briga entre amantes que acabava em ameaças sem sentido. Aquela mulher manipuladora o havia d*ogado para que ele se casasse com ela. Com esses métodos desonestos, como ela poderia simplesmente abandonar essa união? Afinal, esse casamento funcionava como uma tábua de salvação para sua família em apuros. Ele fazia uma doação anual de cem milhões ao Grupo Watson. Portanto, seria um grande erro se Joelle decidisse se divorciar dele e arriscar perder tudo isso. Capítulo 4 Ela finalmente se decidiu Joelle já havia se acostumado à frieza e indiferença de Adrian há bastante tempo. Ela observou em silêncio os braços entrelaçados deles, enquanto seus pensamentos se desviavam para os momentos felizes registrados nos vídeos de Rebecca, que provocaram inveja em muitos. Que casal perfeito! O pensamento golpeou Joelle como. "Por favor, Joelle, não me interprete mal!", Rebecca disse rapidamente enquanto retirava a mão do braço de Adrian. "Não me sinto muito bem, o que me impediu de andar normalmente. Adie só estava me ajudando por educação." Sorrindo forçadamente, Joelle ignorou propositalmente a explicação de Rebecca e se voltou para Adrian, indagando: "O que está fazendo no hospital?" "Erick está aqui também", interrompeu Rebecca, mantendo os braços cruzados à frente do corpo, parecendo uma criança arrependida. "Além disso, eu gostaria de pedir desculpas a você, Joelle. Lamento que Erick tivesse agido de maneira tão descuidada a ponto de fazer com que seu irmão viesse parar no hospital." Sem qualquer hesitação, Joelle rebateu: "Descuidada? Seu irmão quase causou a morte do meu, e você acredita mesmo que um simples pedido de desculpas é o suficiente para reparar isso?" Encolhendo-se, Rebecca procurou a manga de Adrian em busca de apoio. Quando Adrian falou, sua voz soava gelada como o inverno: "Chega, Joelle. Não foi de propósito." Em seguida, ele se voltou para Rebecca e adotou um tom suave ao dizer: "É melhor nós irmos. Você não veio para ver como Erick está?" Naquele instante, uma compreensão gélida se apoderou de Joelle, que esperava, de maneira ingênua, que Adrian estivesse lá apenas para verificar como estava Shawn. Porém, a presença dele se devia apenas a Rebecca, para ver Erick. Ela sabia que não podia contar com Adrian para defendê-la. Ainda que ele fizesse uma visita a Shawn, seria apenas por um senso de obrigação, nada além disso. "Rebecca, tenha certeza de que não irei ignorar as ações de Erick!", afirmou Joelle. De repente, Rebecca perdeu a firmeza nas pernas e desabou contra o peito de Adrian, que a segurou rapidamente, mantendo-a próxima de si. "Joelle, Erick não pretendia causar nenhum dano. Ademais, ele também está internado!" "Por acaso ele está morto? Caso contrário, terá que arcar com as consequências do que fez!" Joelle raramente se mostrava agressiva, mas hoje foi uma exceção. Shwan era praticamente a única família que ela ainda tinha. Seu pai, afetado por um derrame, estava em estado vegetativo sem perspectivas de recuperação, enquanto sua mãe morreu em um acidente de carro. Então, desde os dezoito anos, eram apenas ela e Shawn, enfrentando os desafios do mundo lado a lado. Nos momentos mais difíceis, Shawn tinha suportado o peso sozinho, deixando Joelle livre para se dedicar ao violino. Agora, a ideia de ficar sem ele se tornava igualmente intolerável. A paciência de Adrian acabou, e seus olhos ficaram frios quando se fixaram em Joelle. "Joelle, como pode dizer algo assim?", Rebecca indagou com incredulidade, sua voz embargada. Perdendo a paciência, Adrian encarou Joelle friamente e indagou: "O que você quer?" "Shawn já recebeu dois avisos sobre sua condição ser grave. Mas e Erick?" Rebecca ofegou, seu corpo tremendo como uma folha ao vento. "Por favor, Joelle! Só tenho ele como irmão. Mostre um pouco de misericórdia, por favor!" Antes que Joelle tivesse chance de responder, Rebecca desmaiou, não permitindo mais discussões. Adrian então ergueu Rebecca nos braços, seus olhos refletindo uma reprovação gélida enquanto dirigia um último olhar para Joelle. Então ele se afastou, deixando Joelle imóvel, sem conseguir se mover ou pensar, como se o tempo tivesse parado. Antes de se casar, ela era a garota amada, mas depois se tornou apenas uma serva de Adrian. Agora, olhando para trás, ela percebeu o quão ingênua tinha sido. Ela costumava ser uma pessoa muito orgulhosa, mas agora ela suporta todo tipo de queixa só para agradar o marido. Que patético! Já se passaram três anos, é hora de se divorciar e começar uma nova vida... ...... O que acontecerá a seguir? O número de capítulos exibidos aqui é limitado. Por favor, clique no botão abaixo para baixar nosso aplicativo e ler mais capítulos. 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No 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 Read next chapter👉 As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Yes 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 Read next chapter👉 As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Yes 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 Seguir leyendo👉👉 "Señora, el examen que le realizamos indica que las paredes de su útero son inusualmente delgadas, lo que pone en riesgo la vida del feto. Es fundamental que cuide su alimentación y evite la actividad física extenuante". explicó el médico, al mismo tiempo que le entregaba a Sabrina Chavez una prescripción. "Aquí tiene. Vaya por su medicamento". "Entendido, doctor", respondió la joven, tomando con cuidado la prescripción de las manos del médico. "No olvide cuidarse muy bien. Este es un asunto serio", enfatizó el galeno. "Gracias, doctor. Me cuidaré muy bien", aseguró Sabrina, esbozando una sonrisa decidida. Llevaba casada tres años, tiempo durante el cual había anhelado ese bebé, de modo que estaba decidida a hacer todo lo que estuviera a su alcance para protegerlo. Al salir del consultorio, la joven fue por su medicamento y regresó a su auto. Después de poner en marcha el vehículo, el chófer la miró por el espejo retrovisor, y le informó: "Señora, está previsto que el vuelo del señor Blakely llegue a las tres de la tarde. Aún faltan veinte minutos. ¿Quiere que la lleve al aeropuerto?". "Sí, por favor". La idea de reunirse con su marido en tan solo unos minutos llenó el corazón de Sabrina de ternura, y dibujó en su rostro una sonrisa. Su marido, Tyrone Blakely, había estado en un viaje de negocios durante casi un mes, de modo que lo extrañaba mucho. Una vez que llegaron al aeropuerto, el chófer estacionó el auto, y preguntó: "¿Va a llamar a su esposo?". Sabrina echó un vistazo a su reloj de pulso y trató de llamar a Tyrone, pero no obtuvo respuesta. "Tal vez su vuelo se retrasó. Esperemos un poco más", sugirió la joven. Tras una larga espera, el susodicho seguía sin aparecer. Sabrina volvió a llamarlo, pero el resultado fue el mismo... "Sigamos esperando", dijo la chica. Después de todo, los retrasos en los vuelos eran algo común, y a veces incluso eran de horas. Dos horas más tarde, Sabrina volvió a llamar a su marido. En esa ocasión recibió respuesta casi de inmediato. "Tyrone, ¿ya llegaste?". Después de un silencio inesperado, una voz femenina desconocida dijo: "Lo lamento. Tyrone está en el baño. Te llamará más tarde". &5& LEARN_MORE https://fbweb.manobook.com/11387375-fb_contact-spj Lime novel https://www.facebook.com/100090847180115/ 676 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 0 0 0 0 0 0 Learn more 0 fbweb.manobook.com IMAGE https://fbweb.manobook.com/11387375-fb_contact-spj40-hys-1104-core1.html?adid={{ad.id}}&char=124213&accid=2029568687383448&rawadid=120213892672840700 1969-12-31 18:00 https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464703681_27659409967006482_7107561257017619526_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=u5eNRv3hndwQ7kNvgF6RmM2&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A_jzTODh-LhQYSFyDwnU3WY&oh=00_AYAD08ofPv6syFvg3z6kvga4nbt-2ERphNi4GNG__dboSw&oe=672FADF2 PERSON_PROFILE 0 0 0 Lime novel 0 0 1969-12-31 18:00 View Edit
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Yes 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 Read next chapter👉 "Let's get divorced!" She signed the divorce agreement calmly, hid her bump and went abroad overnight. The next day, the villa was sold, and the CEO broke down in an instant. ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! 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Yes 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 Read next chapter👉 As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Yes 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 Read next chapter👉 As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Yes 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 Read next chapter👉 As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Yes 2024-11-05 02:10 active 1688 0 Read next chapter👉 As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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