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Yes | 2025-02-06 02:06 | active | 2480 | 0 | Get Yours at 50% OFF + Free Shipping | The world's first 100% personalized ASTROLOGY BOOK for your self-growth & better relationships. ✨Custom design with your name & birth chart on the cover ✨Personalized birth chart analysis ✨Love & relationship insights ✨Personality & life path profile ✨Career & success guidance Take a 3-minute QUIZ to create your personalized Nordastro book! | LEARN_MORE | https://nordastro.com/start?qz=na1&locale=EN_US | Nordastro | https://www.facebook.com/61562597241042/ | 11,658 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | nordastro.com | VIDEO | https://nordastro.com/start?qz=na1&locale=EN_US | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465791709_530972976500450_5500642429359455297_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=vsQyQv2N7UMQ7kNvgF224Tl&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=A_gFuKYHYW_N9AfwwaFTycc&oh=00_AYAIL9rcBVh9JI-L1xpw1MOv5vvale8ZlMcZQXcImgyqvg&oe=67AA387A | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Nordastro | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Free Consultation | Turn Back Time on Hair Loss! ⏰ Reclaim your confidence with a FUE Hair Transplant at Mollura Hair Restoration. Dr. Anthony Mollura has performed more than 7,000 hair restoration procedures over the last 25 years. Book your FREE Hair Consultation Today! | LEARN_MORE | https://discover.mollurahairtransplant.com/hair-tr | Mollura Medical Hair Restoration | https://www.facebook.com/molluramedical/ | 54 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | discover.mollurahairtransplant.com | DCO | {{product.description}} | https://discover.mollurahairtransplant.com/hair-transplant-sm | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/474715589_941851254324928_4508278266820712130_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=RkcM6OSC6YsQ7kNvgEs4RVg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=AjpbEq8gAuWrQZH8e205h1d&oh=00_AYBrFDUiKGtpmckybwviyXwkBji_JOW4Muijg0bKBBFKLg&oe=67AA2D24 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Mollura Medical Hair Restoration | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Check Your Rate with ELFI | At ELFI, we offer a variety of loan options to fit your needs, whether you’re a parent, student, or a postgraduate. Find the loan that’s right for you, with personalized support and no fees or painful waiting. It’s easy to get started. Preview your estimated rates and repayment options in minutes without commitment or impacting your credit score. See the ELFI difference for yourself today! | LEARN_MORE | https://www.elfi.com/find-my-rate-1/private-studen | ELFI | https://www.facebook.com/savewithelfi/ | 6,031 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | elfi.com | DCO | Click for details. | https://www.elfi.com/find-my-rate-1/private-student-loans-elfi/?utm_source=pai&utm_medium=facebook&utm_campaign=houston | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/474951732_1704734527122535_1005779562309268744_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Wi47tlst4cQQ7kNvgErP9SX&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=A_gFuKYHYW_N9AfwwaFTycc&oh=00_AYCfGmtkOxbsx8_72rVrdeutgzVPZJyAO79THMbHRrm62Q&oe=67AA2ED0 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | ELFI | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Free Consultation | Turn Back Time on Hair Loss! ⏰ Reclaim your confidence with a FUE Hair Transplant at Mollura Hair Restoration. Dr. Anthony Mollura has performed more than 7,000 hair restoration procedures over the last 25 years. Book your FREE Hair Consultation Today! | LEARN_MORE | https://discover.mollurahairtransplant.com/hair-tr | Mollura Medical Hair Restoration | https://www.facebook.com/molluramedical/ | 54 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | discover.mollurahairtransplant.com | DCO | {{product.description}} | https://discover.mollurahairtransplant.com/hair-transplant-sm | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent.fagc3-1.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/474742213_1283854512693177_6207329649037280923_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Vfxqjk5225kQ7kNvgHxDYSa&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-1.fna&_nc_gid=AjpbEq8gAuWrQZH8e205h1d&oh=00_AYB2deHPCKtBS8QFQnPJ-7HUXw9Qb8SbzMaGPBc0r0PIhQ&oe=67AA4998 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Mollura Medical Hair Restoration | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2025-02-06 02:06 | active | 2480 | 0 | Overcome Procrastination Naturally | Overcoming procrastination doesn’t have to be hard! Created by a team of psychologists and behavioral change experts, Brainway is designed to: 1️⃣ Identify your unique “Procrastination Type” 2️⃣ Reveal the unique “Trigger Point” that makes you procrastinate 3️⃣ Provide personalized, simple, and effective strategies to help you stop putting things off 🏆 And let you join thousands of people enjoying 100% stress-free productivity with Brainway! 🔥 Take a short quiz and see how Brainway can help you break free from procrastination & embrace your natural productivity today!👇 | LEARN_MORE | https://brainway.app/start?qz=pro1&locale=EN_US | Brainway App | https://www.facebook.com/61551442591062/ | 23,394 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | brainway.app | VIDEO | https://brainway.app/start?qz=pro1&locale=EN_US | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent.fagc3-2.fna.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465787963_1278749433032612_1905073517952391227_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=EgIWOl84VMsQ7kNvgHeQzU0&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent.fagc3-2.fna&_nc_gid=A_gFuKYHYW_N9AfwwaFTycc&oh=00_AYDDU60mF4ZQ4NnTQ8YAAnUtDi5mE4_fX6MEQuRr74bzuw&oe=67AA4D18 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Brainway App | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Yes | 2025-02-06 02:06 | active | 2480 | 0 | Read next chapter👉 | She desperately fled from the man who had left her emotionally scarred, finally finding a peaceful life. Yet, the man relentlessly pursued her and continued to bother her. But she couldn't tell him that she had secretly had his child! ===== "Phoebe, pack your things and report to the CEO's office now!" the HR manager, Alvis, commanded. Phoebe, who had been carefully organizing documents at her desk, immediately stopped what she was doing and responded, "Got it, sir!" "I mean NOW! Don't keep him waiting!" Alvis urged. Phoebe didn't dare hesitate any longer and hurriedly stood up to gather her belongings. Ten minutes later, she was on the top floor, her arms full of items. The company had been doing well, but for some reason, it was mysteriously acquired by an unknown corporation last week, and with that, a new boss had taken over. The news had shocked the entire staff, including Phoebe. But what puzzled her even more was how she had inexplicably become the new CEO's secretary. Was she lucky or unlucky? On the one hand, her salary had doubled, but on the other, she had suddenly become the target of envy and hostility from the female employees. As she stepped out of the elevator and arrived at the CEO's office door, she knocked lightly and politely said, "Sir, I'm your new secretary, here to report for duty!" "..." No response. Thinking the new CEO hadn't heard her, Phoebe raised her voice slightly and repeated, "Sir, I'm your new secretary, here to report!" Still, there was no sound. Phoebe grew nervous. Had she knocked wrong, or was it the way she spoke? As her mind raced with various thoughts, a deep, magnetic voice finally broke the silence. "Come in." Two words, simple and cold, yet with a husky edge. Phoebe's heart skipped a beat. That voice-it felt strangely familiar. A face flashed in her mind, and her heart ached with a dull pain. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she told herself not to think about it. That man was long gone from her life. For the past five years, she had lived peacefully, happy with her children. Why was she even thinking about him? Pushing away the thoughts, Phoebe quietly opened the door and walked in. "Hello, sir, I'm Phoebe Garcia, your new secretary!" she introduced herself politely, staring at the figure with his back to her. But the moment he turned around, and their eyes met-those cold, piercing eyes-Phoebe froze in place. The items in her hands scattered across the floor as her face filled with shock and terror. Instinctively, she stepped back, retreating toward the door. As her legs wobbled from the shock, she nearly fell but caught herself against the wall. Just as she steadied herself and was about to make a run for it, a strong arm suddenly grabbed her wrist and slammed her against the wall. "Phoebe Garcia? Where do you think you're going?" His voice was low, filled with hatred, each word spoken through gritted teeth. "B**tard! Let go of me!" Phoebe struggled to break free, biting down on her lip in frustration. Fate had a cruel sense of humor-she had wondered why something so good had fallen into her lap. Now she knew-it was this b**tard pulling the strings! She had worked so hard to stay out of his life, to disappear entirely. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? "Let go!" she demanded, her voice tight with anger, pushing him as hard as she could. But the strength difference between a man and a woman was too great-her efforts were futile. "Phoebe, do you really think I'll let you go this time?" His dark, obsidian-like eyes grew even more intense as he tightened his grip on her wrist, deliberately causing her pain. This time, he planned to make her pay for everything she had done. Phoebe cried out in pain, his grip so strong it felt like he was going to crush her bones. Did he enjoy tormenting her? Desperate, Phoebe did the only thing she could-she leaned in and bit his arm. Alexander hadn't expected her to bite him, and in his moment of pain, he released her. Phoebe, finally free, shoved him away and bolted for the door. "D*mn it!" Alexander cursed under his breath. There was no way he would let her escape again. He quickly followed after her. Just as Phoebe reached the elevator, Alexander caught up and slammed her against the wall again, his large frame towering over her small body. He bent down and fiercely captured her lips in a brutal ki*s. Five years, and she was still as sweet as ever! The moment he saw her again, he had fought to suppress the overwhelming d**ire that surged within him. But no matter how hard he tried, his heart wouldn't stop racing for her. He had to admit, over the past five years, she had transformed. Gone was the innocent girl-now she exuded a mature femininity that made her even more irresistible. D**n this woman! Even with her poisonous heart, he couldn't control his feelings for her. Despite knowing all the unforgivable things she had done, despite his plans to punish her, he still found himself unable to resist her. Like now-he should be reprimanding her, but instead, all he could think about was ki*sing her. He had missed these lips for five long years. In all that time, he hadn't touched another woman. Now, after so long, finally tasti*g her sweetness again, he couldn't control himself. He ki*sed her harder... His ki*s was angry, possessive, and dominant, forcing her to submit. The intensity of it was too much for her to bear. Finally, tears of frustration slid down Phoebe's cheeks as she weakly pounded her fists against his chest. She didn't understand this man at all. Just moments ago, he had looked at her with hatred and disgust, but now-why was he ki*sing her? What did he want? Would he only be satisfied once she was completely broken? Her heart hurt, the pain unbearable, her tears flowing uncontrollably. The ki*s seemed to last forever, until Phoebe, who had initially resisted, found herself succumbing to the feelings she had fought so hard to deny. She hated herself for it, but there was nothing she could do. No matter how much she tried to forget him, her heart wouldn't let go. Five years, ten years-she knew she would never forget this man who had caused her so much pain. At last, Alexander, satisfied with the ki*s, pulled back slightly. He remained close, his arms trapping her securely. Gazing down at her swollen, reddened lips. His dark, unreadable eyes gave no indication of what he was thinking or what he intended to do next. Phoebe, her voice raw with frustration, screamed, "What do you want from me?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut behind them as he swept everything off his desk and laid her on top of it, his body pressing down on hers, trapping her completely. Every cell in his body screamed that he wanted her-needed her. This time, he wouldn't let her get away. Not again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman would had suffered too. She wouldn't escape his grasp again. Never. Chapter 2 Are you a vi*gin? Five years ago... Outside a dimly lit, intoxicating bar at night, Phoebe stood with her head lowered, nervously watching the men and women who continuously went in and out of the establishment. It was her first time in a place like this, and the unfamiliar environment already made her feel uneasy. The le*ring gazes of some of the men nearby only heightened her anxiety, causing her to break out in a cold sweat. She was too scared to even take another step forward. "Hey, are you...?" A voice suddenly appeared near her ear, making her heart skip a beat. The man didn't say so explicitly, but the le*ring look up and down his face said it all. Phoebe timidly raised her head, only to regret coming here the moment she saw the disgusting man standing in front of her. But there was no turning back now. A bitter taste spread in her mouth as she lowered her eyes. Did she even have a choice? She didn't. Her father was still lying in a hospital bed, her brother had accumulated a massive debt due to his dr*g addiction, and her mother spent her days in tears. Phoebe needed money-tonight, she had to find a way to get it. Biting her lip hard, she nodded. "Fine, name your price," the man said, le*ring at her. Before Phoebe could say anything, he continued, "You're quite pretty. How does 500 for one night sound?" 500? Phoebe's face turned pale in an instant. Was that all? She had come here with such determination, but now it seemed she had been far too naïve. Even if she sold her body, she wouldn't be able to make nearly enough money in one go. Phoebe's eyes darkened, and she remained silent. Seeing her hesitation, the man spoke again, "Sweetie, 500 is already a high price. Think it again." Phoebe was a student, she didn't know anything about h*okers, she just knew that it wasn't enough. She let out a bitter smile, one filled with sorrow. 500 was nothing compared to the enormous amount she needed. She had to shake her head ready to give up on this stupid plan. Just as she took a step to leave, a voice stopped her in her tracks. "First time here?" A middle-aged man, who had just come out of the bar, greeted her with a smile. He had been watching her for a while and was sure she was hesitating on how to take the first step in this shameful path. Phoebe's body trembled slightly, her teeth biting down on her lip. She nodded nervously, her mind screaming at her not to back down. She needed money, and she had to get it tonight. The man's sharp eyes scanned her from head to toe. She looked like an innocent student, but her beauty was undeniable, hidden beneath her awkward and shy demeanor. After a moment, he nodded slightly, clearly satisfied with the "goods" he had found tonight. The man smirked inwardly-this was quite a catch. "Don't be nervous... I'm the manager of this bar. Is there anything I can help you with?" His seemingly polite tone sounded grating to her ears. "I... I..." Phoebe stammered, unable to get the words out. "Are you short on money, young lady?" "Yes. I need a lot of money." "I... I want to find... a wealthy man..." Phoebe closed her eyes, summoning all the courage she could muster to finish her sentence. She didn't want to waste time-her family needed money, and fast. At this point, she had no choice but to push forward. If she could avoid it, she would never have set foot in such a dirty place in her life. But she couldn't think of any other way to make quick and large amounts of money. She had no other option. "Are you sure about this? If you do it once, it's forever." "..." Phoebe bit her lip, her face drained of color. She summoned all her strength and nodded. "I... I only want to do it once..." That was the limit she had set for herself. "Alright. Take off your glasses." Phoebe hesitated for a moment, struggling internally before slowly removing the thick black-framed glasses she wore. She hated how exposed it made her feel... The man was taken aback. He hadn't expected her to be this beautiful. He had been right-she was a rare beauty. This was a golden opportunity. A girl like her would easily fetch him millions... His gaze, as if she were a zoo animal on display, made her feel humiliated and ashamed. It hurt more than a slap in the face. Feeling extremely uncomfortable, she quickly put her glasses back on. "Hmm, not bad. You look like you're still a student." His casual words cut her deeply. "Yes! I've run into some trouble, and I desperately need money." She tried to explain, but it seemed pointless. Any explanation felt hollow and futile in this situation. "I've seen a lot of people in your situation. But... you've got great potential." "How old are you?" "Eighteen." Phoebe felt a lump form in her throat as she looked at the man, who was about thirty years old. After a moment, she nervously asked, "How much can I get?" Her voice was soft, tinged with bitterness and sorrow. This was the real issue she had to face, wasn't it? Time was running out. "Don't worry. I'll find you a wealthy client. How much you need?" Phoebe blinked, startled. She had assumed this manager wanted to buy her for himself. But apparently, that wasn't the case. "Three hundred thousand..." She said the figure quietly, a bitter taste filling her mouth. It didn't matter who the buyer was-whether they were tall or short, fat or thin-she had no choice but to accept. "OK, are you a vi*gin?" Phoebe's mind went blank at his blunt question. Shame surged through her, and her face instantly flushed with embarrassment. His vulgar words left her completely defenseless. She slowly nodded. Even the last shred of her dignity was swept away by the cold night breeze. A bitter smile crept across her face. She was just an eighteen-year-old student, yet she had to endure something so unbearable. But did she really have a choice? "As long as you're a vi*gin, everything will be fine," the man said, clearly pleased. A pure and innocent girl like her would be a hit with wealthy clients. "Here's my card. Call me tomorrow at 8 PM..." Chapter 3 Forbidden On a summer night, the city was ablaze with lights, hosting a world-renowned luxurious yacht party. Phoebe stood still by the window like a beautiful statue, not moving an inch. However, her hands at her sides were clenched tightly, her knuckles pale. The sea breeze brushed her face, but all she could feel was a bone-chilling cold. The moonlit night outside was mesmerizing, yet she had no heart to appreciate it. Watching the elite guests move across the yacht's deck, each of them radiated an aura of wealth and prestige. They whispered in low voices, laughing softly, clinking their glasses in elegant toasts. She smiled bitterly. This was the stark difference between the rich and the poor. The world was never fair, and all she could do was use her body to save her family. Raising her eyes to the empty night sky, her heart filled with a deep sadness. She felt utterly lost. "Follow me." A deep, magnetic voice came from behind her. Phoebe closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling in turmoil. She struggled for a long moment before finally loosening her clenched fists. A self-deprecating smile crossed her lips. At this point, did she even have a choice? She was just a student, meant to enjoy the carefree life that kids her age had. Yet here she was-about to engage in such a dirty transaction. Steeling herself, she summoned every ounce of strength and courage she had left, following the man the bar manager had introduced to her. With each step, she tried to calm her breathing, gripping the hem of her dress tightly as she silently passed through lavish hallways. The luxurious evening gown accentuated her graceful figure, her delicate shoulder blades peeking through, but the exposed skin on her back sent an uncomfortable chill down her spine. She was always conservative by nature, and this was the first time she had worn such revealing clothes. It made her feel uneasy. "Remember what I told you?" "Mm-hmm." The man leading the way had been sent by the buyer. He was young, handsome even, but cold and distant, making him difficult to approach. He guided her through the hallway and into an elevator. It ascended quickly, stopping at the 36th floor. When the doors slid open, she followed him into an empty corridor, the silence suddenly filling her with dread. She clasped her hands behind her back, struggling to hold on to her courage. She kept reminding herself: Phoebe, you can't back out now. For your parents, for your brother, for your family, you have to face this. Soon, they stopped in front of a room. The man turned to her and gave one final instruction. "Remember what I said. If you don't follow the rules, I can't guarantee you'll leave here alive." His voice was cold, chilling her to the bone. Phoebe nodded, her mind racing to recall the forbidden rules. First, no resistance. Second, no ki*sing. Third... "After it's over, take this pill. The boss doesn't want any trouble." Phoebe took the small white pill from him. She didn't know what it was, but the man had been clear-she had to obey. If she broke even one of the rules, she wouldn't get a single penny. She had no choice but to accept. "You can go in now." "Okay." Phoebe pressed her lips together, feeling as though her feet had turned to lead, each step harder than the last. She wanted to run-so badly. But was it too late to back out now? The thought of her brother, Gordon, sent a wave of pain through her heart. She couldn't just watch him die! In her memories, he was kind, smart, and talented. He could still be saved. If they could pay off the loan sharks, if he could get clean from dr*gs, he could start fresh and live a new life. This was her only chance-if she didn't take it, he was as good as dead. With renewed determination, she steeled herself, raising her hand to knock. With a soft creak, the door slowly opened. She forced herself to step inside, her heart pounding as the door clicked shut behind her. The sound echoed in her chest, and a wave of panic surged through her. She trembled uncontrollably, waiting in the thick silence. For a long time, nothing happened. She exhaled shakily, her rigid body relaxing slightly. No one was there. Ignoring the luxurious surroundings, she quickly scanned the room for the bathroom, then rushed inside. Her first task was clear: she needed to clean herself, and then, like a w**re, lie on the bed and wait for the man to arrive. The luxurious bathroom was filled with a delicate feminine fragrance. Standing before the mirror, surrounded by mist, Phoebe resembled a beautiful goddess, motionless, her hands by her sides, fingers curled tightly into fists. Her nails dug deep into her palms. Despite her young age, her figure was flawless, her skin fair and soft. In the mirror, her delicate, pinkish body was wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her white skin glowed with a delicate blush, like cherry blossoms in spring, and droplets of water glistened as they slid down her skin. Her face, bare of makeup, was still stunning. She hadn't applied any, knowing that the man didn't like it. Yet her face was pale, drained of color from fear, like a porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment. Her long lashes drooped, and droplets of water clung to them like unshed tears. Her once-rosy lips were now colorless, etched with deep bite marks. Soon, she would sell her innocence to a mysterious man. Her heart twisted in agony, but... She had to keep going. Stepping out of the bathroom, her fear surged once more. Suddenly... All the lights went out. Without warning, darkness engulfed the room, plunging her into a pitch-black world. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past her, and before she could react, a strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Her bare back pressed against a firm chest. Even through the fabric of his shirt, she could feel the heat emanating from him. Startled, she let out a cry, "NO..." But the man chuckled darkly, his deep, husky voice breaking the silence of the room. "Don't make a fuss..." His voice was intoxicating, but why did it carry such an overwhelming sense of dominance? The aura of this man was formidable! "You...who are you?" Phoebe mustered the courage to ask, her voice trembling. Though the room was pitch dark, the man's sharp eyes could clearly catch every emotion in her wide, clear eyes--those beautiful eyes, like black pearls, pure and flawless. In the darkness, his keen gaze continued to scrutinize her. She was terrified, and it showed. His thin lips curved into a smirk as he leaned closer. "Perhaps you should focus on how to please me next." ...... What happens next? Will the mysterious man take Phoebe's innocence? 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No | 2025-02-06 02:06 | active | 2480 | 0 | Read next chapter👉 | She desperately fled from the man who had left her emotionally scarred, finally finding a peaceful life. Yet, the man relentlessly pursued her and continued to bother her. But she couldn't tell him that she had secretly had his child! ===== "Phoebe, pack your things and report to the CEO's office now!" the HR manager, Alvis, commanded. Phoebe, who had been carefully organizing documents at her desk, immediately stopped what she was doing and responded, "Got it, sir!" "I mean NOW! Don't keep him waiting!" Alvis urged. Phoebe didn't dare hesitate any longer and hurriedly stood up to gather her belongings. Ten minutes later, she was on the top floor, her arms full of items. The company had been doing well, but for some reason, it was mysteriously acquired by an unknown corporation last week, and with that, a new boss had taken over. The news had shocked the entire staff, including Phoebe. But what puzzled her even more was how she had inexplicably become the new CEO's secretary. Was she lucky or unlucky? On the one hand, her salary had doubled, but on the other, she had suddenly become the target of envy and hostility from the female employees. As she stepped out of the elevator and arrived at the CEO's office door, she knocked lightly and politely said, "Sir, I'm your new secretary, here to report for duty!" "..." No response. Thinking the new CEO hadn't heard her, Phoebe raised her voice slightly and repeated, "Sir, I'm your new secretary, here to report!" Still, there was no sound. Phoebe grew nervous. Had she knocked wrong, or was it the way she spoke? As her mind raced with various thoughts, a deep, magnetic voice finally broke the silence. "Come in." Two words, simple and cold, yet with a husky edge. Phoebe's heart skipped a beat. That voice-it felt strangely familiar. A face flashed in her mind, and her heart ached with a dull pain. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she told herself not to think about it. That man was long gone from her life. For the past five years, she had lived peacefully, happy with her children. Why was she even thinking about him? Pushing away the thoughts, Phoebe quietly opened the door and walked in. "Hello, sir, I'm Phoebe Garcia, your new secretary!" she introduced herself politely, staring at the figure with his back to her. But the moment he turned around, and their eyes met-those cold, piercing eyes-Phoebe froze in place. The items in her hands scattered across the floor as her face filled with shock and terror. Instinctively, she stepped back, retreating toward the door. As her legs wobbled from the shock, she nearly fell but caught herself against the wall. Just as she steadied herself and was about to make a run for it, a strong arm suddenly grabbed her wrist and slammed her against the wall. "Phoebe Garcia? Where do you think you're going?" His voice was low, filled with hatred, each word spoken through gritted teeth. "B**tard! Let go of me!" Phoebe struggled to break free, biting down on her lip in frustration. Fate had a cruel sense of humor-she had wondered why something so good had fallen into her lap. Now she knew-it was this b**tard pulling the strings! She had worked so hard to stay out of his life, to disappear entirely. Why couldn't he just leave her alone? "Let go!" she demanded, her voice tight with anger, pushing him as hard as she could. But the strength difference between a man and a woman was too great-her efforts were futile. "Phoebe, do you really think I'll let you go this time?" His dark, obsidian-like eyes grew even more intense as he tightened his grip on her wrist, deliberately causing her pain. This time, he planned to make her pay for everything she had done. Phoebe cried out in pain, his grip so strong it felt like he was going to crush her bones. Did he enjoy tormenting her? Desperate, Phoebe did the only thing she could-she leaned in and bit his arm. Alexander hadn't expected her to bite him, and in his moment of pain, he released her. Phoebe, finally free, shoved him away and bolted for the door. "D*mn it!" Alexander cursed under his breath. There was no way he would let her escape again. He quickly followed after her. Just as Phoebe reached the elevator, Alexander caught up and slammed her against the wall again, his large frame towering over her small body. He bent down and fiercely captured her lips in a brutal ki*s. Five years, and she was still as sweet as ever! The moment he saw her again, he had fought to suppress the overwhelming d**ire that surged within him. But no matter how hard he tried, his heart wouldn't stop racing for her. He had to admit, over the past five years, she had transformed. Gone was the innocent girl-now she exuded a mature femininity that made her even more irresistible. D**n this woman! Even with her poisonous heart, he couldn't control his feelings for her. Despite knowing all the unforgivable things she had done, despite his plans to punish her, he still found himself unable to resist her. Like now-he should be reprimanding her, but instead, all he could think about was ki*sing her. He had missed these lips for five long years. In all that time, he hadn't touched another woman. Now, after so long, finally tasti*g her sweetness again, he couldn't control himself. He ki*sed her harder... His ki*s was angry, possessive, and dominant, forcing her to submit. The intensity of it was too much for her to bear. Finally, tears of frustration slid down Phoebe's cheeks as she weakly pounded her fists against his chest. She didn't understand this man at all. Just moments ago, he had looked at her with hatred and disgust, but now-why was he ki*sing her? What did he want? Would he only be satisfied once she was completely broken? Her heart hurt, the pain unbearable, her tears flowing uncontrollably. The ki*s seemed to last forever, until Phoebe, who had initially resisted, found herself succumbing to the feelings she had fought so hard to deny. She hated herself for it, but there was nothing she could do. No matter how much she tried to forget him, her heart wouldn't let go. Five years, ten years-she knew she would never forget this man who had caused her so much pain. At last, Alexander, satisfied with the ki*s, pulled back slightly. He remained close, his arms trapping her securely. Gazing down at her swollen, reddened lips. His dark, unreadable eyes gave no indication of what he was thinking or what he intended to do next. Phoebe, her voice raw with frustration, screamed, "What do you want from me?" He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut behind them as he swept everything off his desk and laid her on top of it, his body pressing down on hers, trapping her completely. Every cell in his body screamed that he wanted her-needed her. This time, he wouldn't let her get away. Not again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman would had suffered too. She wouldn't escape his grasp again. Never. Chapter 2 Are you a vi*gin? Five years ago... Outside a dimly lit, intoxicating bar at night, Phoebe stood with her head lowered, nervously watching the men and women who continuously went in and out of the establishment. It was her first time in a place like this, and the unfamiliar environment already made her feel uneasy. The le*ring gazes of some of the men nearby only heightened her anxiety, causing her to break out in a cold sweat. She was too scared to even take another step forward. "Hey, are you...?" A voice suddenly appeared near her ear, making her heart skip a beat. The man didn't say so explicitly, but the le*ring look up and down his face said it all. Phoebe timidly raised her head, only to regret coming here the moment she saw the disgusting man standing in front of her. But there was no turning back now. A bitter taste spread in her mouth as she lowered her eyes. Did she even have a choice? She didn't. Her father was still lying in a hospital bed, her brother had accumulated a massive debt due to his dr*g addiction, and her mother spent her days in tears. Phoebe needed money-tonight, she had to find a way to get it. Biting her lip hard, she nodded. "Fine, name your price," the man said, le*ring at her. Before Phoebe could say anything, he continued, "You're quite pretty. How does 500 for one night sound?" 500? Phoebe's face turned pale in an instant. Was that all? She had come here with such determination, but now it seemed she had been far too naïve. Even if she sold her body, she wouldn't be able to make nearly enough money in one go. Phoebe's eyes darkened, and she remained silent. Seeing her hesitation, the man spoke again, "Sweetie, 500 is already a high price. Think it again." Phoebe was a student, she didn't know anything about h*okers, she just knew that it wasn't enough. She let out a bitter smile, one filled with sorrow. 500 was nothing compared to the enormous amount she needed. She had to shake her head ready to give up on this stupid plan. Just as she took a step to leave, a voice stopped her in her tracks. "First time here?" A middle-aged man, who had just come out of the bar, greeted her with a smile. He had been watching her for a while and was sure she was hesitating on how to take the first step in this shameful path. Phoebe's body trembled slightly, her teeth biting down on her lip. She nodded nervously, her mind screaming at her not to back down. She needed money, and she had to get it tonight. The man's sharp eyes scanned her from head to toe. She looked like an innocent student, but her beauty was undeniable, hidden beneath her awkward and shy demeanor. After a moment, he nodded slightly, clearly satisfied with the "goods" he had found tonight. The man smirked inwardly-this was quite a catch. "Don't be nervous... I'm the manager of this bar. Is there anything I can help you with?" His seemingly polite tone sounded grating to her ears. "I... I..." Phoebe stammered, unable to get the words out. "Are you short on money, young lady?" "Yes. I need a lot of money." "I... I want to find... a wealthy man..." Phoebe closed her eyes, summoning all the courage she could muster to finish her sentence. She didn't want to waste time-her family needed money, and fast. At this point, she had no choice but to push forward. If she could avoid it, she would never have set foot in such a dirty place in her life. But she couldn't think of any other way to make quick and large amounts of money. She had no other option. "Are you sure about this? If you do it once, it's forever." "..." Phoebe bit her lip, her face drained of color. She summoned all her strength and nodded. "I... I only want to do it once..." That was the limit she had set for herself. "Alright. Take off your glasses." Phoebe hesitated for a moment, struggling internally before slowly removing the thick black-framed glasses she wore. She hated how exposed it made her feel... The man was taken aback. He hadn't expected her to be this beautiful. He had been right-she was a rare beauty. This was a golden opportunity. A girl like her would easily fetch him millions... His gaze, as if she were a zoo animal on display, made her feel humiliated and ashamed. It hurt more than a slap in the face. Feeling extremely uncomfortable, she quickly put her glasses back on. "Hmm, not bad. You look like you're still a student." His casual words cut her deeply. "Yes! I've run into some trouble, and I desperately need money." She tried to explain, but it seemed pointless. Any explanation felt hollow and futile in this situation. "I've seen a lot of people in your situation. But... you've got great potential." "How old are you?" "Eighteen." Phoebe felt a lump form in her throat as she looked at the man, who was about thirty years old. After a moment, she nervously asked, "How much can I get?" Her voice was soft, tinged with bitterness and sorrow. This was the real issue she had to face, wasn't it? Time was running out. "Don't worry. I'll find you a wealthy client. How much you need?" Phoebe blinked, startled. She had assumed this manager wanted to buy her for himself. But apparently, that wasn't the case. "Three hundred thousand..." She said the figure quietly, a bitter taste filling her mouth. It didn't matter who the buyer was-whether they were tall or short, fat or thin-she had no choice but to accept. "OK, are you a vi*gin?" Phoebe's mind went blank at his blunt question. Shame surged through her, and her face instantly flushed with embarrassment. His vulgar words left her completely defenseless. She slowly nodded. Even the last shred of her dignity was swept away by the cold night breeze. A bitter smile crept across her face. She was just an eighteen-year-old student, yet she had to endure something so unbearable. But did she really have a choice? "As long as you're a vi*gin, everything will be fine," the man said, clearly pleased. A pure and innocent girl like her would be a hit with wealthy clients. "Here's my card. Call me tomorrow at 8 PM..." Chapter 3 Forbidden On a summer night, the city was ablaze with lights, hosting a world-renowned luxurious yacht party. Phoebe stood still by the window like a beautiful statue, not moving an inch. However, her hands at her sides were clenched tightly, her knuckles pale. The sea breeze brushed her face, but all she could feel was a bone-chilling cold. The moonlit night outside was mesmerizing, yet she had no heart to appreciate it. Watching the elite guests move across the yacht's deck, each of them radiated an aura of wealth and prestige. They whispered in low voices, laughing softly, clinking their glasses in elegant toasts. She smiled bitterly. This was the stark difference between the rich and the poor. The world was never fair, and all she could do was use her body to save her family. Raising her eyes to the empty night sky, her heart filled with a deep sadness. She felt utterly lost. "Follow me." A deep, magnetic voice came from behind her. Phoebe closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling in turmoil. She struggled for a long moment before finally loosening her clenched fists. A self-deprecating smile crossed her lips. At this point, did she even have a choice? She was just a student, meant to enjoy the carefree life that kids her age had. Yet here she was-about to engage in such a dirty transaction. Steeling herself, she summoned every ounce of strength and courage she had left, following the man the bar manager had introduced to her. With each step, she tried to calm her breathing, gripping the hem of her dress tightly as she silently passed through lavish hallways. The luxurious evening gown accentuated her graceful figure, her delicate shoulder blades peeking through, but the exposed skin on her back sent an uncomfortable chill down her spine. She was always conservative by nature, and this was the first time she had worn such revealing clothes. It made her feel uneasy. "Remember what I told you?" "Mm-hmm." The man leading the way had been sent by the buyer. He was young, handsome even, but cold and distant, making him difficult to approach. He guided her through the hallway and into an elevator. It ascended quickly, stopping at the 36th floor. When the doors slid open, she followed him into an empty corridor, the silence suddenly filling her with dread. She clasped her hands behind her back, struggling to hold on to her courage. She kept reminding herself: Phoebe, you can't back out now. For your parents, for your brother, for your family, you have to face this. Soon, they stopped in front of a room. The man turned to her and gave one final instruction. "Remember what I said. If you don't follow the rules, I can't guarantee you'll leave here alive." His voice was cold, chilling her to the bone. Phoebe nodded, her mind racing to recall the forbidden rules. First, no resistance. Second, no ki*sing. Third... "After it's over, take this pill. The boss doesn't want any trouble." Phoebe took the small white pill from him. She didn't know what it was, but the man had been clear-she had to obey. If she broke even one of the rules, she wouldn't get a single penny. She had no choice but to accept. "You can go in now." "Okay." Phoebe pressed her lips together, feeling as though her feet had turned to lead, each step harder than the last. She wanted to run-so badly. But was it too late to back out now? The thought of her brother, Gordon, sent a wave of pain through her heart. She couldn't just watch him die! In her memories, he was kind, smart, and talented. He could still be saved. If they could pay off the loan sharks, if he could get clean from dr*gs, he could start fresh and live a new life. This was her only chance-if she didn't take it, he was as good as dead. With renewed determination, she steeled herself, raising her hand to knock. With a soft creak, the door slowly opened. She forced herself to step inside, her heart pounding as the door clicked shut behind her. The sound echoed in her chest, and a wave of panic surged through her. She trembled uncontrollably, waiting in the thick silence. For a long time, nothing happened. She exhaled shakily, her rigid body relaxing slightly. No one was there. Ignoring the luxurious surroundings, she quickly scanned the room for the bathroom, then rushed inside. Her first task was clear: she needed to clean herself, and then, like a w**re, lie on the bed and wait for the man to arrive. The luxurious bathroom was filled with a delicate feminine fragrance. Standing before the mirror, surrounded by mist, Phoebe resembled a beautiful goddess, motionless, her hands by her sides, fingers curled tightly into fists. Her nails dug deep into her palms. Despite her young age, her figure was flawless, her skin fair and soft. In the mirror, her delicate, pinkish body was wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her white skin glowed with a delicate blush, like cherry blossoms in spring, and droplets of water glistened as they slid down her skin. Her face, bare of makeup, was still stunning. She hadn't applied any, knowing that the man didn't like it. Yet her face was pale, drained of color from fear, like a porcelain doll that could shatter at any moment. Her long lashes drooped, and droplets of water clung to them like unshed tears. Her once-rosy lips were now colorless, etched with deep bite marks. Soon, she would sell her innocence to a mysterious man. Her heart twisted in agony, but... She had to keep going. Stepping out of the bathroom, her fear surged once more. Suddenly... All the lights went out. Without warning, darkness engulfed the room, plunging her into a pitch-black world. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past her, and before she could react, a strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Her bare back pressed against a firm chest. Even through the fabric of his shirt, she could feel the heat emanating from him. Startled, she let out a cry, "NO..." But the man chuckled darkly, his deep, husky voice breaking the silence of the room. "Don't make a fuss..." His voice was intoxicating, but why did it carry such an overwhelming sense of dominance? The aura of this man was formidable! "You...who are you?" Phoebe mustered the courage to ask, her voice trembling. Though the room was pitch dark, the man's sharp eyes could clearly catch every emotion in her wide, clear eyes--those beautiful eyes, like black pearls, pure and flawless. In the darkness, his keen gaze continued to scrutinize her. She was terrified, and it showed. His thin lips curved into a smirk as he leaned closer. "Perhaps you should focus on how to please me next." ...... What happens next? Will the mysterious man take Phoebe's innocence? 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Yes | 2025-02-06 02:06 | active | 2480 | 0 | Read next chapter | To survive, she climbed into her so-called uncle's bed. Two years later, she realized she was just a toy. Heartbroken, she left after seeing him at his first love's prenatal checkup. ===== The winters in Ulares were bone-chilling, but inside Cloudscape Mansion, the air was thick with warmth and passion. "Uncle Ethan…" Nyla Green gasped, her voice catching. Ethan's lips quirked into a satisfied smirk. "Being so well-behaved tonight, aren't you?" "Don't you like it when I'm well-behaved?" The hunger in Ethan's eyes was undeniable. "What is it you want?" Settling into the armchair by the window, he asked, his mood seemingly lighter than usual. "Will you give me anything I ask for?" Nyla's voice was soft, hesitant, her hopeful gaze fixed on his sharp, handsome face. "Depends on what it is," Ethan replied evenly. "I want to be Mrs. Brooks." The warmth in Ethan's expression disappeared, replaced by a glacial stare that sent a chill down her spine. Nyla's heart sank as he let out a mocking laugh. "I've been too soft on you," he said coldly. "You think that gives you the right to ask for something like that?" Nyla bit her lip, "Callie's back, isn't she? You're planning to marry her, aren't you?" Callie Higgins--the name itself was enough to twist Nyla's gut. She was Ethan's first love--the woman who had once saved his life from kidnappers when he was eighteen. After the incident, their families agreed that Ethan and Callie would get engaged when the time was right. Ethan's expression flickered, just for a moment, but it was enough for Nyla to know she'd struck a nerve. She'd been with him for two years; she knew him well. "I just want a status. You know how hard it is for me in the Brooks family. Without protection, I--" "Protection?" Ethan cut her off, his tone sharp. In a flash, he was in front of her, gripping her chin firmly. His dark eyes bored into hers, fierce and unyielding. "Do you think I don't see through you, Nyla? You think you're worthy of being Mrs. Brooks?" Chapter 2 Time To Let Go "Ethan Brooks, you haven't changed a bit--still as cold-hearted as ever," Nyla snapped. The warm atmosphere had long since turned to ice. Nyla's expression was calm, though her intentions were anything but hidden. Tears glimmered in her defiant eyes. "If you're not willing to give me what I want, then this is it. From today, we're done. Beyond being my step-uncle, you have nothing to do with me anymore." Ethan's sneer was sharp, cutting through the tension like a bl*de. "You're the one who climbed into my b*d back then. And now you want to walk away? Nyla, do you really think I'm that easy to deal with?" It had been a while since the Green family's sudden collapse. Overnight, Nyla's world unraveled. Her father, Lorenzo Green, took his own life to prove his innocence, and her brother was thrown behind bars. Her mother, desperate to survive, became the mi**ress of Ethan's elder brother, Ryland Brooks. When Ryland's wife passed away, Nyla's mother--pregnant with Ryland's child--married him. The Brooks family made no secret of their disdain. Nyla had always known her place, keeping her distance from the Brooks family whenever possible. But they never intended to stop tormenting her. Out of options, she had turned to Ethan. As the current leader of the Brooks family and one of the most powerful men in Ulares, Ethan was the only one who could offer her protection. "So, what do we call this... arrangement?" Her voice was low, almost mocking. Ethan's gaze lingered on her face--dangerously beautiful, the kind that brought chaos wherever it went. "If you want something else, I might consider it," he said, his tone indifferent as he released her. The implication was clear: he wasn't letting go, not yet. Bitterness rose in Nyla's throat. She could endure being his b*dmates, but she wouldn't let herself become the other woman. That was one boundary she refused to cross. "Ethan, I'm tired. This... whatever it is, it's over." The word "over" felt hollow--Ethan had never acknowledged what they had in the first place. She pulled her torn dress over her body, her hands trembling but her resolve firm. Ethan's expression darkened. "What are you trying to prove with this tantrum?" Nyla paused, holding herself together with every ounce of willpower. She stood tall, meeting his gaze. "Mr. Brooks, if you can't give me what I want, then let's not waste any more time. I need to move on." Her words struck a nerve. Ethan grabbed her arm, "Move on? To who?" His voice dripped with menace. "Who else could ever satisfy you like I do? Don't act like this was all some mistake. You crawled into my b*d, Nyla. Don't think I'll let you forget that." Nyla's composure cracked as anger flared in her chest. She glared at him, tears brimming. "So what if I did? I regret it! You're going to marry Callie, and I'm supposed to sit here and wait for your scraps? I may be shameless, Ethan, but I'm not that pathetic." The air between them was suffocating, heavy with unspoken truths and unbearable tension. A sudden ring shattered the silence. Ethan glanced at his phone, irritation flickering across his face. He was about to ignore the call until he saw the name. Callie. He released Nyla and answered without hesitation. Nyla watched in silence, her heart sinking at his gentle tone. He'd only ever used it with her in b*d. She felt the humiliation settle deep in her ch*st. "I'll be there soon." Ethan finished the called and then dressed. He turned to Nyla. "I'll have Jackson transfer the money to your account. Don't even think about leaving." The door clicked shut behind him. Nyla sat still, staring at the empty space he left behind. Then, with a bitter laugh, she wiped her tears away. If she couldn't have what she wanted, then she'd take back what little was left of her dignity. It was time to let go. Chapter 3 So What If I Am? Nyla, now in her senior year of college, had already begun her internship while managing her own studio--a venture she had started during her junior year. She specialized in fashion design, and her studio was her pride and joy. But lately, the pressure from competitors had been relentless. Someone clearly wanted her out of Ulares. Despite the frustration, Nyla refused to back down. After a restless night, her body ached as she got ready for the day. She couldn't bring herself to wear her usual professional attire, opting instead for a casual outfit. Even in simple clothes, her elegance and charisma turned heads wherever she went. As she walked into the studio, her receptionist hesitated before approaching her. "Miss Green... um, your mother is here," she said nervously. "We tried to stop her, but... she's holding a baby, and we didn't want to risk anything." Nyla gave her a reassuring smile. Her mother, Vicki Brooks, was difficult to deal with. "It's fine. I understand. You can get back to work." Relieved, the receptionist nodded and returned to her desk. Nyla's studio wasn't large, but every inch of it reflected her touch. She had designed the interior herself, favoring a minimalist elegance that radiated sophistication. In the lounge area, she spotted her mother cradling a baby in her arms. Nolan Brooks, a premature baby, had come into the world when Vicki was in her forties. His arrival had nearly cost both their lives, and since then, Vicki's world revolved entirely around him. Standing silently in the doorway, Nyla observed her mother. Vicki's expression softened as she gently rocked Nolan, her maternal warmth unmistakable. For a fleeting moment, Nyla saw the woman Vicki used to be--a gentle, understanding wife and mother, back when the Green family was intact. But that version of her mother was gone. Now, Vicki was only a mother to Nolan. The thought stung, but Nyla pushed the feeling aside and walked into the lounge. She sat across from Vicki, who glanced up briefly before returning her attention to Nolan. Nyla's assistant quickly brought over a cup of coffee and slipped away without a word. Picking up the cup, Nyla stirred it slowly, the clinking of the spoon breaking the silence. "Why are you here?" she asked, her tone even. Vicki's gaze flickered disapprovingly over Nyla's casual outfit. "You're going out dressed like that? Don't you realize you're representing the Brooks family now? Everything you do reflects on us." Leaning back on the sofa, Nyla replied with a calm, measured voice, "My last name is Green. I've never been part of the Brooks family." Vicki's lips tightened, her frustration evident. "You--" She stopped herself, glancing down at Nolan, who stirred in her arms. Lowering her voice, she continued, "Ryland has arranged a date for you tomorrow at Delight Restaurant. You'll be meeting the second son of the Fowler family. He's from a respectable background, and it's time you start thinking about your future." Nyla raised an eyebrow, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. The second son of the Fowler family had recently been released from prison. Ryland certainly had a knack for picking matches. "I don't have time," Nyla replied dismissively, taking a sip of her coffee. Vicki's composure cracked. "No time? You didn't go to school or your studio yesterday. And you didn't come home last night either. I heard you were at a bar." She had done her homework. Nyla's late-night escapades and partying were the reason Vicki had stormed over. That kind of behavior was unacceptable. If it weren't for Nolan dozing off in her arms, she'd have already started yelling. Then Vicki's sharp eyes zeroed in on a faint red m*rk on Nyla's neck. Her expression darkened. "What's that on your neck?" she hissed. "I'm warning you, Nyla. If you're fooling around, I won't tolerate it!" Nyla paused mid-sip, setting her cup down deliberately. She met Vicki's glare with calm indifference. Her mother still looked youthful despite her age. Money sure did wonders, Nyla mused. "And what if I am?" she said, leaning back. "You haven't cared about me in years, so why pretend now? Take your precious son and leave." Chapter 4 Family Dinner "Nyla!" Vicki shot to her feet, her sudden movement jolting Nolan awake in her arms. The baby let out a wail that pierced through the studio. "It's okay, Nolan. Shh, you're okay," Vicki murmured, turning her attention to him and pointedly ignoring Nyla. "We'll go home soon, sweetheart. Be good for Mommy." Nyla rubbed her ears, the irony of the scene grating on her nerves. Without a word, she turned to leave. "Don't forget." Vicki's strained voice rang out behind her. "I've always been the one begging for help for your brother. Do you have any idea how much he's suffered in prison? And your sister-in-law? I've been the one sending her money to survive. If you had even a shred of consideration for me, you'd listen to what I say!" Nyla froze mid-step, her gaze drifting up to the ceiling as a wave of helplessness rolled over her. After the incident all those years ago, her brother had been jailed, and her pregnant sister-in-law had been so traumatized she ended up hospitalized. The baby--already five months along--couldn't be saved, and her sister-in-law's health had never recovered. The family sold everything they owned, borrowed from anyone who'd listen, and still came up short. Eventually, their options ran dry, and even close relatives cut ties. Nyla's sister-in-law finally gave up, saying she didn't want to be a burden. Vicki's marriage into the wealthy Brooks family had brought temporary relief, but her sister-in-law's lingering illness had turned into a lifelong battle--one that drained both money and hope. And Vicki, to her credit, had been the one subsidizing the expensive treatments. Nyla's fingers curled and relaxed along the edge of her sleeve--a quiet gesture of powerless compromise. "Fine. I'll go." Vicki let out a relieved sigh, her tone softening. "There's a family dinner at the Brooks Mansion tonight. Leave work early and make sure you're there. You can't miss it." Nyla felt an immediate headache brewing. She'd planned to avoid Ethan for at least a little while longer, but her plans were thwarted before they'd even begun. "I know you hate going to these things, but think about me. Think about your little brother. He's just a child, Nyla. If you don't look out for him, who will? Please, just do this for me." Vicki's words left no room for refusal. Nyla was at a loss for words. Her mother asked her to protect Nolan, but who would protect her? The Brooks family wore their civility like sheep's clothing, but beneath it, she knew better. They were wolves--every single one of them--and none would spare her if given the chance. And yet, Nyla never voiced these grievances to Vicki. It would only be pointless. Vicki would call her immature, blame her for the Brooks family's hostility, insist that Nyla brought it all upon herself. So Nyla could only swallow her resentment. Later that afternoon, Nyla left work early as instructed. She took her time getting home and changed clothes, knowing Vicki would nitpick if she didn't look the part. She settled on a gray, short tweed jacket over a black skirt--poised, polished, and appropriately elegant. Nyla despised the cold. If it weren't for the Brooks family gathering, she would have bundled herself in two down jackets and called it a day. These social charades were a performance she loathed--hollow and suffocating. But Vicki insisted she need to integrate. Half an hour later, Nyla stepped out of the taxi in front of the imposing Brooks Mansion. Just as she turned to head inside, a sleek Maybach pulled up beside her. Nyla didn't intend to acknowledge anyone--until the license plate caught her eye. Ethan's car. The tinted window rolled down slowly, and two faces came into view--elegant, pristine, and altogether too perfect. "Hello, Nyla." A woman's voice broke the moment. "I'm Callie." Chapter 5 Rivals In Love Nyla had imagined meeting Callie in countless scenarios. Maybe it would happen during one of those stolen moments with Ethan, where they'd be caught red-handed. Or perhaps at Callie and Ethan's engagement party, where Nyla would dutifully offer her congratulations as a younger member of the Brooks family. But never like this--never with Callie deliberately approaching her. Nyla glanced at Ethan, suspicious. Was he behind this? But Ethan's gaze remained locked on her, his dark eyes betraying nothing. Those eyes had a way of pulling people in. She quickly looked away, her voice cold. "Hello. Did you need something?" Nyla didn't like the Brooks family, and she liked Callie even less. Callie was, after all, a rival in love. "Oh, nothing at all. I'd just heard Ethan had a breathtakingly beautiful niece, and I couldn't resist coming to meet you. I hope that's all right," Callie replied, her voice soft and syrupy, the kind of tone that made others instinctively want to protect her, a stark contrast to Nyla's cool tone. "You're exaggerating. I'm just an ordinary person." An ordinary person who was all too easy to manipulate. The moment the words left her mouth, Nyla felt Ethan's gaze on her--sharp, teasing. She met his eyes, her expression frosty, but he didn't look away. Instead, his lips parted, and his cool voice cut through the air. "Let's go. Don't waste time on people who don't matter." Callie offered an apologetic smile. "We'll head in, then. Would you like to join us? It's a bit of a walk." The words "people who don't matter" stung more than Nyla cared to admit. Last night, Ethan had been so close--so possessive he wouldn't let her leave--and now he was acting like a stranger. Huh. If Ethan chose acting as his career, he would win the Best Actor award, and Nyla would gladly be the one throwing tomatoes at his acceptance speech. Plastering on a bitter smile, she replied, "No thanks. I don't feel comfortable riding in a stranger's car." Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked away. Behind her, the sleek Maybach sped off, its icy wind brushing her cheeks and nearly drawing tears from her eyes. But she refused to cry--not here, not at the Brooks family estate. The sprawling Brooks Mansion loomed ahead, its gardens and private villas spread across more than seven thousand square feet. It was the largest private residence in Ulares and an unyielding symbol of the Brooks family's influence. The family dinner was held in the main house of the estate, and by the time Nyla arrived, the room was already packed. Her eyes immediately found Ethan, standing beside Callie, who was chatting amicably with the wife of Ethan's second brother. They looked disturbingly at ease with one another. "Why are you so late? Didn't I tell you to leave work early?" The voice belonged to Vicki, who appeared beside Nyla in a black gown and white mink shawl, exuding effortless grace. Nyla forced a smile, though she detested the way Vicki had shed her real self to fit into the Brooks family mold. "It's a long drive. Besides, I'm here now, aren't I?" Her eyes roved over the crowd. Faces turned her way, some barely hiding their disdain. "Honestly, we shouldn't have bothered coming." Vicki tightened her grip on Nyla's hand, her voice dropping to a whisper. "If you listened to Ryland and made connections with the Fowler family, we wouldn't be in this position." Nyla's tone sharpened. "If you're in such a rush, feel free to go see my blind date yourself." "Don't be ridiculous!" Vicki hissed, glancing around nervously. The last thing she wanted was to cause a scene here. "Then stop nagging me," Nyla retorted. "Unless you want me to make a real fuss." Vicki bit back her frustration, unwilling to press further. Nyla slipped away and found an empty corner, determined to stay invisible until the endless family dinner wrapped up. But, of course, the peace didn't last. "Nyla, why are you sitting here all by yourself? Are you feeling out of place?" Callie's sugary voice rang in her ear. "I can show you around if you'd like." Chapter 6 Definition Of Decorum "Thank you, I appreciate your concern, Miss Higgins, but that won't be necessary." Nyla blinked leisurely, suppressing a yawn. The previous night had been relentless and exhausting, and as she sat in the quiet corner, weary and disinterested, she had thought no one would disturb her. Unexpectedly, Callie had come over, initiating conversation. As Nyla observed the gentle expression on Callie's face, a sardonic grin took root in her thoughts. She now understood Ethan's distaste for her; he evidently preferred someone more like Callie. "Leave her be, Callie. That woman is nothing but trouble. Who knows who she'll charm next? You're too good for her." These words came from Stella Brooks, the daughter of Ethan's second brother. Nyla turned toward Stella, her expression teasingly challenging. "Perhaps you're right. Maybe I should seek out Lukas for an enlightening chat in his bedroom. He'd probably appreciate it. And perhaps tomorrow I'll drop by Austen's place--I still know how to get in." Lukas Brooks, Stella's younger brother, had been captivated by Nyla from the start, wanting nothing more than to stay by her side. His family, convinced of Nyla's manipulative charm, met her with cold disdain. Consequently, Lukas found himself transferred to a distant boarding school. Austen Mitchell, the focus of Stella's unrequited affections, had grown up next door to Nyla. Their families were intertwined, and he always saw Nyla as kin, a fact unknown to many. This was the root of Stella's vehement animosity toward Nyla. Originally, Nyla endured her insults, but Stella's escalation to physical threats forced Nyla to retaliate. "Shame on you!" Stella seethed, her cheeks burning. "Don't think for a moment you belong in the Brooks household just because you share our roof! You're no better than your mother. It's clear now why your family crumbled--you thrive on being a shameless intruder!" Shadows flickered in Nyla's eyes, her fist tightening inside her sleeve, though her expression remained calm. "Has Austen actually accepted your advances? You seem to be the one relentlessly pursuing him. He freely opens his door to me. Can you say the same? Your efforts seem futile. He shows no interest in you." Stella's eyes welled up, her hand lifted for a slap, but Callie intervened just in time. "Stella, that was uncalled for. Why would you say such things?" Callie's voice carried the weight of a mentor scolding a student. Flushed and tearful, Stella bit her tongue following Callie's sharp scolding. With a restrained smile but firm voice, Callie maintained her composed aristocratic air. "You're under the Brooks' roof now, Nyla. It's high time to leave your old ways behind. We expect decorum in a family of the Brooks family's standing." Nyla noted Callie's attempt to shame her and wondered about her motives. Her secret with Ethan was safe. What was driving Callie's hostility? Was it just a personal dislike? Nyla's lethargy vanished, replaced by simmering annoyance. "Stella called me a shameless intruder and hurled insults, yet you don't accuse her of indecorum. I merely stated some facts, less harshly than her, and yet here you are, Miss Higgins, accusing me of impropriety." Nyla's voice was measured as she locked eyes with Callie, her laughter tinged with scorn. "So, this is your definition of decorum, Miss Higgins? Your upbringing must indeed be exemplary." Chapter 7 Lecture Me On Callie's Behalf? Callie's expression shifted, her eyes softening with a tinge of apology. "I didn't mean it like that," she said gently. "I just thought… it might help you to fit in better with the Brooks family." Nyla's gaze swept over the two women in front of her. Stella still looked like she was ready to tear her apart, while Callie's carefully composed friendliness had started to crumble. Suddenly, the family dinner didn't seem so dull after all. One person warned her not to dream too big about the Brooks family, and the other subtly reminded her of her place as an outsider. How delightfully amusing. "And what does that have to do with you, Miss Higgins?" Nyla asked, standing abruptly. A sly smile curved her lips as she added, "Stella does have a point, though. Who knows who I'll charm next? Maybe one day… Ethan will end up in my b*d too. Instead of worrying about me, Miss Higgins, you might want to keep an eye on yourself." The smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Without waiting for a response, Nyla turned and strode toward the garden. "You b**ch! How dare you even think about Uncle Ethan!" Stella's shrill voice pierced the air. "Callie, see? She doesn't deserve your kindness. She's shameless!" Callie's eyes lingered on Nyla's retreating figure, all pretense of kindness gone. Her voice was cold and measured. "Just an outsider. Does she really think the Brooks family will protect her? Let's see how long she lasts." The garden, though chilled by the winter air, offered a quiet sanctuary to Nyla. Dinner still hadn't been served--Roger Brooks, Ethan's father, hadn't arrived yet. Nyla was grateful she wasn't particularly hungry. Otherwise, she might have had an outright clash with Vicki and left. Most of the flowers had withered, leaving the once vibrant landscape barren and forlorn. She studied the decayed flowers, finding an odd comfort in their desolation. Settling onto a swing tucked in the corner of the garden, Nyla pushed herself back and forth lightly, lost in thought. The Ethan situation was spiraling. If things ended between them now, her carefully laid plans would collapse. When she first approached Ethan, she'd told herself it was all calculated--a means to an end. But somewhere along the way, her emotions had betrayed her. She'd been starved of love for so long that the taste of it--however fleeting--had made her greedy. She didn't want to let him go. "Do you think you can hide out here after stirring trouble?" Ethan's voice cut through the stillness, sharp yet calm. "Do you think the Brooks family is that forgiving?" Nyla froze for a second before resuming her lazy swaying. The light from the house spilled onto her figure, casting her in an ethereal glow that made her seem almost otherworldly--a delicate flower in a crumbling garden. She tilted her head slightly, her hair spilling across her chest, and smiled faintly. "So, are you here to lecture me on your future fiancée's behalf?" Her eyes, glimmering with playful defiance, locked onto his. Ethan hated and loved those eyes--the mischievous glint that made her look like a sly little fox, always drawing him closer. "You're getting bolder." "If that's your reason, you can save your breath," Nyla retorted, bitterness threading her words. "I won't apologize. And you don't have to remind me of my place either. Whether the Brooks family hates me or not is none of your concern. After all, I'm just… insignificant, right?" Ethan's expression darkened instantly. He crossed the distance between them in a few long strides and pulled her down onto his lap as sat on the swing, its frame gr*aning under their combined weight. "Have you already forgotten who was in my b*d yesterday, pleasing me?" Nyla's eyes widened as she struggled against him, "Let go of me! Ethan, this is the Brooks Mansion. Someone will see!" ...... What happens next? 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