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2,707,177	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2707166}'	Yes	2025-02-28 00:30	active	2651	😍Click to continue reading	As evening fell, Blair Davidson had prepared a feast, eagerly awaiting her husband's return for dinner. The hours crept by, and at one in the morning, her husband still hadn't come home. The wall clock ticked steadily, marking time in the quiet house. The once-warm dishes had grown cold, mirroring Blair's dejected heart. With a quiet sigh, Blair collected the untouched food and moved it to the kitchen. She began reheating everything, hoping to preserve some warmth of home. Just then, she heard the front door open and quickly turned around. A tall, striking figure in a business suit walked in. He seemed unsteady on his feet, having clearly been out drinking, but somehow this only enhanced his natural charm. This was Blair's husband, Rhys Davidson! Blair rushed to welcome him home. She had prepared a special drink for him, but as she offered it, his unsteady movements caused it to spill across the floor. Before she could step back, Rhys moved closer, tilted her face up, and kissed her suddenly. Then Rhys swept her up and carried her toward their room. His intentions were clear - he was seeking physical comfort. Rhys placed Blair on their bed with urgency. As she tried to sit up, Rhys's body pressed against hers, pinning her to the mattress. His strength overwhelmed her; resistance was futile. She couldn't voice any objections even if she wanted to. Being mute, silence was her only option. Blair surrendered to the moment. Rhys trailed passionate kisses down her neck and chest. Noticing her quietness and stillness, he touched her cheek gently, whispering, "Why so quiet?" Tears welled in Blair's eyes at his question. Her condition meant she couldn't express pleasure vocally like other women. She wondered about his question - did he ask despite knowing her condition? Was he trying to hurt her? Or was there something deeper behind his words? Blair responded by kissing him and running her fingers along his body... Rhys's arousal grew intensely; his manhood straining against his clothes. Unable to wait, he undressed them both and joined their bodies as one. Blair's beautiful features tensed with discomfort. Despite their previous intimacy, she always felt completely filled. His size was overwhelming! Being his wife had its challenges... Yet soon, the initial discomfort gave way to waves of pleasure. As evening fell, Blair Davidson had prepared a feast, eagerly awaiting her husband's return for dinner. The hours crept by, and at one in the morning, her husband still hadn't come home. The wall clock ticked steadily, marking time in the quiet house. The once-warm dishes had grown cold, mirroring Blair's dejected heart. With a quiet sigh, Blair collected the untouched food and moved it to the kitchen. She began reheating everything, hoping to preserve some warmth of home. Just then, she heard the front door open and quickly turned around. A tall, striking figure in a business suit walked in. He seemed unsteady on his feet, having clearly been out drinking, but somehow this only enhanced his natural charm. This was Blair's husband, Rhys Davidson! Blair rushed to welcome him home. She had prepared a special drink for him, but as she offered it, his unsteady movements caused it to spill across the floor. Before she could step back, Rhys moved closer, tilted her face up, and kissed her suddenly. Then Rhys swept her up and carried her toward their room. His intentions were clear - he was seeking physical comfort. Rhys placed Blair on their bed with urgency. As she tried to sit up, Rhys's body pressed against hers, pinning her to the mattress. His strength overwhelmed her; resistance was futile. She couldn't voice any objections even if she wanted to. Being mute, silence was her only option. Blair surrendered to the moment. Rhys trailed passionate kisses down her neck and chest. Noticing her quietness and stillness, he touched her cheek gently, whispering, "Why so quiet?" Tears welled in Blair's eyes at his question. Her condition meant she couldn't express pleasure vocally like other women. She wondered about his question - did he ask despite knowing her condition? Was he trying to hurt her? Or was there something deeper behind his words? Blair responded by kissing him and running her fingers along his body... Rhys's arousal grew intensely; his manhood straining against his clothes. Unable to wait, he undressed them both and joined their bodies as one. Blair's beautiful features tensed with discomfort. Despite their previous intimacy, she always felt completely filled. His size was overwhelming! Being his wife had its challenges... Yet soon, the initial discomfort gave way to waves of pleasure. Chapter 3 When Rhys learned about it, he remained silent, offering no protection. Under the pressure, Blair had no choice but to end the pregnancy. She often wondered about that child - they would've been turning one by now... Besides Fletcher, the family rejected Blair, especially Skylar, who harbored deep resentment. Blair had entered their lives when she was five. Skylar, jealous of their grandfather's affection for Blair, tormented her for being mute. She'd lock Blair away, burn her hair, and once even pushed her down the stairs - an incident Rhys witnessed. He scolded Skylar then. Already bitter about their grandfather favoring Blair, Skylar now faced her beloved brother's criticism for hurting Blair. Her hatred only grew. Back then, Blair couldn't sign or write to report the abuse, so Skylar's cruelty intensified, with Blair bearing the brunt of every mood swing. As they aged, Skylar's tactics shifted from physical to emotional warfare. She deliberately brought up pregnancy, knowing it would reopen Blair's wounds. Such calculated cruelty! "We're leaving," Rhys announced abruptly. "Why the rush?" Skylar protested. "At least finish eating!" "Work calls," Rhys replied curtly, leading Blair out without a backward glance. Skylar watched them leave, her anger mounting. Rhys should love Raven, not Blair. Why was he defending her? In the car, Rhys lit a cigarette, clearly agitated. Blair waited quietly beside him. When he finished, he turned to her. She maintained her gentle smile, like a servant awaiting instruction. Her lack of reaction and submissive attitude unsettled Rhys. He despised spinelessness. People should show anger when wronged! Yet, he felt a twinge of sympathy. "What are your thoughts on having children?" he asked. Blair's surprise showed briefly before she signed: Your mother's right. If the child is mute like me, it's better not to have one. Life had taught Blair harsh lessons: every hope eventually shattered. The sweeter the dream, the more painful its end! Like when Fletcher bought her a birthday cake as a child. Before she could make her wish, Skylar shoved her face into it. She'd lifted her frosting-covered face to find everyone laughing at her misfortune. She'd smiled through her tears. After so much pain, Blair dared not hope anymore. "We weren't careful last night," Rhys mentioned suddenly. "There might be a chance..." Blair signed: I'm on birth control. Rhys watched her graceful fingers move - long and elegant from years of signing, their dance-like movements oddly captivating. After a moment, he looked away, started the engine, and muttered, "That's good." Blair lowered her gaze. Rhys stopped at Blair's workplace, a coffee shop. There stood Raven. She always managed to find him. Tall and striking, with endless legs and cascading curls, Raven commanded attention. Watching Rhys and Blair exit the car, fury blazed in her eyes. Raven carried herself like the wife, while Blair seemed the outsider - yet Blair held the legal claim to that title! Chapter 4 When Raven spotted Rhys, she knit her eyebrows and asked, "What brings you here?" Her eyes fell on Blair standing next to him, noticing light bruises on her neck. The sight made her blood boil. Holding back her anger, Raven flashed a smile at Rhys. "I just wanted to see you," she said sweetly. Rhys turned to Blair, "Get inside and start your shift." Blair nodded and walked toward the coffee shop. This was her workplace - the only place that had given her a chance after countless rejections. Once Blair was out of hearing range, Raven grabbed Rhys's arm playfully. "Are you still mad at me?" Instead of pulling away, Rhys simply said, "Let's talk in the car." Before climbing in, Raven pulled out sanitizer from her purse and sprayed the seat where Blair had been sitting. She looked up with a smirk, "Got to clean up after trash sat here!" Rhys just watched her silently, letting her do as she pleased. Through the coffee shop window, Blair watched everything unfold. She saw how Rhys let Raven get away with everything, how much he cared for her. People who are loved think they can do no wrong. Rhys was so into Raven that even her most outrageous behavior seemed okay to him - even when she was dissing his wife right in front of him. After sanitizing the seat, Raven finally got in the car. She fixed her curls and grabbed Rhys's hand. "Come on, why so serious? I promise I won't bring up divorce anymore!" Though Rhys spoiled Raven rotten, he'd always get upset whenever she mentioned divorcing the mute woman. Sure, Rhys claimed he didn't love Blair and only felt obligated to her, but that still drove Raven crazy. Raven was the jealous type - she wanted Rhys all to herself. She couldn't stand the thought of sharing him with anyone, even a mute woman! Plus, her gut told her Rhys was lying. Something inside her said he might actually love Blair but just couldn't show it. That thought made Raven even more furious and deepened her hatred for Blair. Rhys lit up a cigarette, leaned back, took a couple of deep drags, and let the smoke fill the car. "Look, Raven," he said. "I promised you'd never want for anything as long as you're with me. Even without marriage, I'll take care of you forever. I keep my word." He turned to face her. "That's my promise to you, just like the one I made to my grandfather." Before his grandfather died, he'd made Rhys swear to look after Blair for life, whether he loved her or not. And Rhys had promised! In his whole life, Rhys had only made promises to two people: his grandfather and Raven. Promises! Damn promises! Those words always set Raven off! "Yeah, I know you're a man of your word," Raven said through gritted teeth. "But I was in your life first!" After finishing his smoke, Rhys flicked the butt out the window and took Raven's hand, his voice soft. "I'm sorry. What do you want?" Raven tilted her head, thinking. "I'm over my Ferrari. I want a Maserati now!" A slight smile crossed Rhys's face. "Done." "And one more thing," Raven added. "Don't go see that mute Blair for a month." Rhys paused for a moment before nodding. "Okay." Satisfied, Raven beamed. "Let's go, you've got work!" Blair watched Rhys and Raven drive away, her heart breaking. The cloth in her hand was all twisted up from her grip. She smoothed it out on the table, like she was trying to smooth out her own tangled emotions. Just then, someone spoke up, "Your husband's getting cozy with another woman right in front of you. Doesn't that make you mad?" Chapter 5 Blair turned to see who was talking. It was Lauren Hayes, lounging in her chair, giving off a light scent of designer perfume. She owned the coffee shop and had become Blair's friend. Lauren was tall, about 5'10", with short hair, wearing a black tee and casual pants. When she kept quiet, people often mistook her for a guy. During Blair's job interview, Lauren had playfully squeezed her cheeks, catching Blair off guard. It wasn't until Lauren spoke that Blair realized she was actually a woman. Blair put down the cleaning cloth and signed with a smile, "I'm used to it." Lauren watched Blair's fingers move and noticed her red-rimmed eyes, her heart going out to her. As Blair's friend, Lauren knew all too well about the raw deal Blair got in her marriage. Lauren handed Blair a coffee, saying, "Here's your favorite, just brewed. Give it a try." Blair thanked her and took a sip. It was perfect! A smile lit up Blair's face. With her fair skin, when Blair looked at someone, she looked just like a helpless puppy - the kind that made your heart melt. That's why Lauren couldn't resist pinching her cheeks. Blair wasn't into it at first but got used to it over time. It's crazy how things become normal after a while! Lauren had a big heart. She even watched videos to learn sign language just to understand Blair better. Now she could get most of what Blair was signing. Suddenly, Lauren grabbed Blair's arm. "Come upstairs, I need your help with something." Blair quickly set down her coffee and followed Lauren up to a corner room on the second floor, filled with colorful paintings. Besides running the coffee shop, Lauren was also a "painter." Though she gave herself that title - she hadn't sold a single painting yet. Her parents had shot down her dreams of studying art, so she'd opened this coffee shop as a front for her secret painting studio. Once inside, Lauren plopped Blair onto a stool. "Don't budge. You're my model for today." Blair sat perfectly still. Lauren loved using Blair as her muse and had done tons of portraits of her. As the morning wore on into lunch hour, a massive downpour started outside. Rain drummed against the windows, creating a cozy vibe inside. The bad weather drove more customers in, making the downstairs crazy busy. Lauren and Blair had to put the painting on hold to help out. Being short-handed, even Lauren, the boss, had to pitch in with deliveries. She asked Blair to come along. Lauren jumped on her motorcycle with Blair riding behind her. Blair wanted to take an umbrella despite the rain, but Lauren wouldn't hear of it. According to Lauren, motorcycles were cool, but umbrellas on motorcycles? Not cool at all. So Blair just clutched the coffee close, shivering on the back of Lauren's bike. The rain was coming down in sheets, with thunder and lightning making the noon sky look like nighttime. When Lauren's motorcycle pulled up outside a particular building, Blair's face fell. Because this was Rhys's company! Chapter 6 Lauren helped Blair get her helmet off; they were both soaked to the bone, but the coffee Blair was holding stayed dry. Lauren joked, "These people are crazy. Big fancy company, but no coffee maker, so they've gotta get delivery." Taking the coffee from Blair, Lauren grinned, "Wait here, I'll be right back." Blair nodded and quietly walked to the entrance to wait. Staring at the wall of rain in front of her, Blair's mind wandered. It was pouring just like this the day Fletcher brought her to Rhys's house. She'd hidden shyly behind Fletcher while nine-year-old Rhys checked her out. Rhys had asked who she was. Fletcher had teased, "Your future wife. Interested?" Nine-year-old Rhys had sneered, "I don't want some monkey for a wife." She really had been scrawny and pale back then, with dry, straw-like hair - probably looking worse than a monkey at the zoo. But then he'd added, "How're you gonna be my wife when you're so skinny? You need to eat more." Even though Rhys was just kidding around, Blair always took his words to heart. Lost in these memories, a voice snapped her back to reality. "With this awful rain, I don't feel like working. I'm outta here!" It was Raven, clicking out of the company gates in her heels, when she spotted Blair standing there, drenched. "Blair?" Raven was on the phone with Rhys, who caught Blair's name on his end. Glancing back at the building, then at Blair, Raven hung up. "Here to see Rhys?" Blair shook her head. Raven raised an eyebrow and strutted over, smirking, "Rhys says you're so innocent, but you're not fooling anyone. Coming here all wet and pathetic for sympathy?" She tugged at Blair's dripping hair mockingly, "Playing the poor little victim!" Raven's face oozed smugness. "Drop the act. Rhys doesn't give a damn about you. You're just like some stray he took in!" Blair pressed her lips tight - maybe from the cold rain, they'd gone ghostly white. Raven didn't need to spell it out; Blair knew it all too well. The way Rhys looked at her was exactly how he looked at their pets at home. He loved their cat too - if he forgot to feed it before work, he'd come all the way back just to do it. Just then, Lauren came back with the coffee. She quickly stepped in front of Blair protectively and sized Raven up, saying, "Back off, you home-wrecker! Leave Blair alone!" Raven's face darkened as she glared at Lauren. "How dare you!" Lauren crossed her arms, giving Raven a mocking once-over, "What's wrong with calling it like it is? Am I lying? You're nothing but a cheap home-wrecker!" "You..." Raven sputtered, her face turning purple. She hated being called that. If it weren't for Blair, she should've been Rhys's wife! Why was she getting trash-talked? Used to getting her way because of Rhys's favor, Raven had never been dissed like this to her face. She raised her hand to slap Lauren. But Lauren wasn't having it. Before Raven could strike, Lauren beat her to it. Raven went down with a shriek. The slap left her face swollen, and she twisted her ankle in those stilettos. She clutched her foot, tears streaming down her face. Lauren looked down at her with disgust. "You really thought you could hit me? Serves you right, you home-wrecker!" Through the pain, Raven shot Lauren a hate-filled glare. Lauren grabbed the shocked Blair. "We're out of here!" Blair kept looking back. She saw Rhys rushing out, scooping Raven up from the ground. Even through the rain, she could see how gentle he was with her. But Rhys never noticed Blair standing there in the rain. Lauren revved up the motorcycle and disappeared into the downpour. The heavy rain blurred Blair's vision until the tall building behind them became just a shadow in the storm. Chapter 7 Raven let out an annoyed sigh, turning her head away from him. A security guard came over with some security camera footage and handed it to Rhys. "Sir, here's the video footage." As Rhys watched the video, his expression darkened immediately. He'd been to Blair's workplace before and knew Lauren, along with her other identity she kept hidden. But Blair wasn't in the footage. Rhys tossed the tablet onto the table and said to Raven, "I'm taking you to the hospital." Even more upset by how little he seemed to care, Raven shot back, "No way! Let my leg break - at least then I won't have to hear people calling me a slut every time I go out." "Don't be stubborn. We're going to the hospital," Rhys insisted. "I said no!" Rhys picked her up and walked out. Blair sat behind Lauren on the motorcycle, rain streaming down her face. She carefully held onto Lauren's waist. Even in the cold rain, Lauren's back felt warm. She wanted to thank Lauren but couldn't speak. In her twenty-three years, besides Fletcher and Rhys, Lauren was the first person to ever stand up for her. Lauren glanced down at the hand on her waist and silently sighed. In the freezing rain, what fell on Lauren's back felt warm - they weren't raindrops, but Blair's tears. She was finally letting herself cry in the downpour. Instead of heading back to the coffee shop, Lauren drove Blair home. After parking, Lauren got off the bike, walked Blair to her door, took off Blair's helmet, and smoothed down her wet hair. "Get changed - you don't want to catch a cold. He won't care if you get sick!" Blair nodded and signed, "Hold on a sec." She rushed inside and came back with an umbrella, offering it to Lauren. Lauren hesitated but took it, not wanting to hurt Blair's feelings. Lauren smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take it. Now get inside, quick!" Blair lingered, seeming to want to watch her leave. "You're something else, you know that?" Lauren opened the umbrella, propped it on her shoulder, got on her bike, and rode off smoothly. Her voice carried through the rain, "See you later!" Blair watched until she disappeared, a smile playing on her lips. If Rhys had been there, he would've noticed this smile was different - more real. Blair sneezed. Even after taking a hot shower and some cold medicine, she still felt woozy. When she checked her temperature, it read 103 - she definitely had a fever. After taking some Tylenol, she crawled into bed and passed out. When Blair woke up, someone was sitting by her bed. The room was so dark she thought she was seeing things. She rubbed her eyes and switched on the light. There sat Rhys, legs crossed, in a black shirt with the top buttons undone and sleeves rolled up, showing off his muscular forearms. An expensive watch on his wrist screamed money and status. His face was stone-cold as he stared at Blair. "Sleeping pretty good, weren't you?" Blair knelt up on the bed, quickly signing, "Sorry I overslept. Have you eaten?" Ignoring her question, Rhys said flatly, "You're done at the coffee shop." Shocked, Blair signed, "Why?" "Lauren's bad news. She'll be a bad influence on you. You're not going back there. I'll find you something else." Usually, Blair just went along with whatever Rhys said. Not this time. She signed, "I like working there. I want to stay." "I said no!" His voice went ice-cold, his eyes drilling into her. Blair bit her lip but held his gaze. It was the first time she'd ever dared to look at him this way. Blair signed, "Is this about what happened at the company?" "You've got some nerve bringing that up. Who took Lauren there?" Rhys's eyes narrowed. Blair looked down but didn't explain, just stubbornly signing, "I want to work there!" "You really want to test me on this?" Rhys's voice was filled with anger. Blair didn't move. Rhys stood up and headed for the door. At the doorway, he turned back to Blair. "Don't let me catch you hanging around Lauren again!" He walked out without another glance. Still super dizzy, Blair touched her forehead - still burning up, even her breath felt hot. She shook her head, jumped out of bed barefoot, and chased after him downstairs. On the stairs, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt. Rhys stopped and turned. "What now?" Blair pressed her lips together, stared at him for a long moment, then seemed to make up her mind. She let go of his shirt. She walked past him to the living room couch, bent down, and opened a drawer. Following her, Rhys saw it - divorce papers sitting right there in the drawer! Those papers had been there for a while, but Rhys never knew. He'd never even opened that drawer before. He stared at Blair in shock and confusion. Blair looked back at him, her eyes saying everything her voice couldn't: Let's get divorced! 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2,706,849	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2706848}'	Yes	2025-02-28 00:30	active	2651	🔞Click To Read <Vengeance of the Ex-Wife>	Emma Taylor is on her way to the office of her husband, Matías White, the man she married two years ago. She wishes she could say he is the perfect husband and that their marriage is wonderful, but it’s far from the truth. Her life is in chaos, and her marriage is a complete disaster. Emma married Matías, deeply in love with the man she thought was perfect for her. But reality hit her hа'rd-on their wedding night when he left her alone, telling her she was the most unpleasant woman he had ever met and that he would never have anything to do with her. Their marriage only happened because Matías’ grandfather, on his deathbed, had asked him to marry Emma, the woman he wanted as his beloved grandson's wife. To fulfill his grandfather’s dying wish, Matías married Emma so that his grandfather could see the wedding before he passed away. Today marks two years of marriage, and Emma is on her way to Matías' office at his company. Like a fool in love, she’s eager to make their marriage work, but deep down, she’s not sure if she’ll ever get her husband to notice her. Despite two years of marriage, Matías has never touched her, not even once. Emma steps out of the elevator and heads toward Matías White’s office. She wants to surprise him and see if they can have a romantic dinner tonight. Emma is tired of waiting for Matías to decide to be intimate with her, so she has resolved to seduce him tonight and finally get what she has longed for since the day she married him. Their marriage isn’t in a good place, and it’s never really been, but all she wants is to make things work between them. When she arrives at her husband’s secretary’s desk, the secretary looks up with a surprised expression, which strikes Emma as odd. “Good morning, ma’am. How can I help you?” the secretary asks, somewhat nervously. “Oh, nothing much, I just want to see my husband,” Emma replies. “Okay, let me inform Mr. White that you’re here,” the secretary says as she quickly picks up the phone to notify him of Emma’s arrival. "Don't bother telling him. I want to surprise him," Emma says, stopping the secretary from notifying Matías of her arrival. Unsure of what to do, the secretary drops the phone and remains silent. Excited and eager, Emma wastes no time and enters the office without knocking. But as soon as she steps inside, the smile on her face vanishes. Her excitement evaporates when she sees her husband in the arms of another woman. She stands there, frozen, staring at the scene without saying a word. "Emma," Matías says, quickly wiping the lipstick from his mouth. "What are you doing here?" he asks, his tone offended by her unannounced arrival. But Emma just continues to stare at him, shocked yet not entirely surprised, as she had suspected for some time that he was cheating on her. Without a word, driven by a sense of dignity and self-respect, she turns and leaves the office that now feels suffocating and oppressive. In a situation like this, one might expect their spouse to chase after them, to apologize or at least try to explain. But not Matías. He doesn’t follow her, nor does he try to offer any explanation. Angry and heartbroken, Emma leaves the building, desperate to get as far away as possible. This moment is a crushing blow for her. For two years, she tried everything to make their marriage work, but now it seems more impossible than ever. Feeling devastated, Emma heads to a nearby café, taking a seat at a table by the window that overlooks the street. She watches the world go by outside, her mind swirling with the painful truth she can no longer deny. She had always suspected Matías was deceiving her, but she clung to the hope that it was just her imagination, that she was wrong. Sadly, she now knows the truth—she was right all along. As Emma sits in the café, watching people pass by, she tries to clear her mind. An hour goes by, and as she starts to feel calmer, she decides it's time to leave and head back home. But as she approaches the parking lot where her driver is waiting with the car, she’s met with an unwelcome surprise—the woman with whom her husband is having an affair. Emma tries to ignore her, walking past without giving her the slightest attention. "Emma!" the woman shouts, making her stop and turn around. It’s clear that her husband’s lover isn’t about to let this opportunity to provoke her slip by. "What do you want?" Emma asks curtly, her patience wearing thin. "I just wanted to see your face while I tell you how much I've enjoyed your husband's kisses. And let me tell you, in bed, he's an absolute beast," the woman says with a smug smile, her words dripping with malice, clearly aimed at making Emma angry. Emma takes a deep breath, determined not to fall into the trap of this woman’s manipulation. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. After all, you're just the lover, and I'm the wife," she replies, flashing a calm smile. The woman's expression quickly changes to one of fury. Enraged, she storms toward Emma, grabbing her arm and shaking her violently. "Let go of me!" Emma yells, struggling to free herself from the woman’s grip. But just as the situation spirals out of control, something unexpected happens—a car comes speeding into the parking lot and crashes into both women. *** Emma feels a sharp, stabbing pain that overwhelms her, making it difficult to move. Her heart pounds heavily as she struggles to open her eyes, but the effort is almost unbearable. The noise of people around her is deafening, causing an intense headache that only adds to her misery. "Ma'am, listen to me! Can you hear me?" a voice calls out, trying to reach her through the fog of pain. “Mmmm,” she gasps, barely able to respond. "You’re okay. Let me help you sit up," says a man’s voice, gentle but firm. He helps her sit up from where she’s lying on the ground. "What happened?" Emma asks, wincing from the pain as she finally manages to open her eyes. She’s startled to find herself staring into the face of a handsome man with brown hair and striking gray eyes. "You were just in an accident," he explains. The memories come flooding back, and Emma looks around in panic. She sees the woman she had argued with being attended to by others. "The car didn’t hit you both too hard. You’re going to be fine," the man reassures her. Without a word, Emma tries to stand, bracing her hands on the ground, but a sharp pain shoots through her left arm. “Aaaargh!” she cries out, the pain intense and sudden. "It looks like your arm is dislocated," the man says, gently helping her to her feet. Just then, Matías appears. He glances briefly at Emma but quickly shifts his focus to his lover, completely ignoring the fact that his wife is injured. Tears well up in Emma’s eyes, and as the pain in her arm worsens, she feels even more miserable, both physically and emotionally. The sound of an ambulance siren cuts through the chaos, and paramedics arrive to assist both women. After a quick check-up, they decide to transfer them to the hospital for further treatment. Matías still pays no attention to Emma, his concern solely focused on the other woman. "Thank you for your help," Emma says quietly to the stranger who has stayed by her side, his presence a rare comfort in the turmoil. "There’s no need to thank me," he replies with genuine concern. "If you’d like, I can accompany you to the hospital, especially if there’s no one else to go with you." "I don’t want to be a bother. Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine," Emma replies, embarrassed. She’s painfully aware that her husband has been there the whole time and hasn’t even asked if she’s okay. The paramedics lift her onto the stretcher, and both women are transported to the nearest hospital. By a coincidence or the irony of life, Emma and her husband's mistress are in adjoining rooms, which places them close to each other. Emma has her eyes closed when she hears the footsteps of someone entering the room. She slowly opens her eyes and sees Matías, who has just arrived. "Matías," she says, somewhat surprised to see him there. But then she remembers the scene of the accident and how he ignored her to be with his lover. "You must be happy about what you've done," he says in a cold tone. "What do you mean?" she asks, confused. "Don't play dumb. You know very well what I'm talking about. It's more than evident that after seeing the two of us kissing in the office, you decided to wait for the right moment to take revenge on us and deliberately had a car run over them. Of course, nothing went as planned." "Are you going crazy?" she tells him, offended by his accusations. "I'm only going to warn you about one thing: if something happens to her and she loses my son, I'll never forgive you," he says, and leaves Emma, who is left surprised in the room. It didn't take long for tears to come to her eyes and roll down her cheeks. Emma takes off the serum she is wearing and goes to the next room, where, to her surprise, she finds her mother-in-law accompanying the woman with whom her beloved son is cheating on her. "What are you doing here?" Sofia, Matías' mother, says, giving Emma a look full of rejection. "I'm also admitted to this hospital." "I can't believe you have the guts to come to this room after what you did to Silvia. Aren't you ashamed?" "I haven't done anything, and that's why I'm here now." "Do you say I'm a liar?" Silvia says, pretending to cry. "You were the one who tried to hurt me, and now you're pretending so that everyone thinks I was the cause of everything," Emma says, trying to clarify the situation. A loud "paf" echoes as Sofia slaps Emma while she tries to explain. Emma holds her face on the side that received the slap and watches as Silvia laughs at her misfortune. Footsteps approach the room, and an angry Matías enters. "Why are you here?" "Mati, darling, please tell her to leave. She hates me and came to make fun of me," Silvia says between false tears. "Emma, go away and don't try to get any closer to Silvia," he says in a cold tone. Emma just stares at him in silence. "Get out of here, you're just causing trouble," Sofia tells her. "I thought I had married a great man, but apparently, I made a big mistake for which I am now paying the consequences. Trying to win your love is not worth it," Emma says, filled with anger and feeling helpless. "I'm sorry I wasn't what you expected." "I want us to divorce as soon as possible," she replies, and leaves the room without looking back. She is already resigned and determined to distance herself from the man and his family who despise her so much. As she walks toward the exit, she bumps into someone entering the hospital. "Excuse me," the man says. "Excuse me," she responds, looking up at him. Standing before her is the handsome man with gray eyes who had helped her during the accident. "You again," she says, surprised. "You're better now?" he asks, noticing that she is leaving the hospital and observing that his arm is still in bad condition and hasn’t been bandaged. "I've decided to leave. I don't have anything recorded, and I'll seek medical assistance elsewhere." "Do you want me to accompany you?" he asks, concerned that something might happen to her on the way. "No need. I'll call my family to come for me. Thank you anyway," she says, and leaves him behind. Emma exits the hospital as quickly as possible and takes a taxi. As she rides, she laments and cries without restraint. "Miss, are you alright?" the driver asks, worried. "Don't worry. Just take me to this address," she says, handing him a piece of paper with the address written on it. Emma sheds the last of her tears, her only desire now is to separate from Matías and distance herself from his family. The taxi driver drives for almost an hour before arriving at a huge mansion. "I think we've arrived," he says, uncertain if this is the right place. "Okay," she replies, rolling down the window and leaning out to speak to the security guard at the gate. "Hi, Max." "Hello, Miss Emma. It's a pleasure to see you here again." "Thank you. Please open the gate; I want to enter." "Of course." The taxi enters the grounds of the mansion, and after Emma pays the driver, she gets out and heads to the entrance. She rings the doorbell, and the family butler opens the door. "Miss Taylor, welcome. Please come in," he says, holding the door open for her. She enters the house and goes to the living room, where she finds her brother Cristian on the phone. "Hello, brother," she says. He looks at her with a surprised expression, having not seen her for over two years. "Emma, you're back," he says with a smile, recalling the day she left the house. That day, she had told him she would only return if her family accepted her spouse, but here she is now. "Please tell me you’re back to stay." "Yes, I'm here to stay. I've decided to divorce and come back to my family." "I’ve wanted to hear that for a long time. You don’t know how happy I am to have you back here," he says, moving toward her and giving her a huge hug. "Aaargh!" she cries out in pain. Her brother has unintentionally hurt her arm while hugging her. "Are you okay?" he asks, worried. "I hurt my arm, but don’t worry. I’ll be fine," she says, trying to reassure him. She doesn’t want him to know the full extent of what happened or to seek revenge. "Let’s go to your room so you can rest. I’ll call the family doctor to check on you," he says, still concerned. "Okay, let's go." They head upstairs to Emma's room, which has been kept tidy and clean despite her absence. Once in the room, Emma lies down on her bed. "It feels good to be back," she says, feeling comforted by her familiar surroundings. "You should never have left. I wonder what you saw in that i'mbeci1e that made you choose him over your family." "I know I made a mistake, but you know that I am only human and can make mistakes. What matters now is that I’m here." "You're right. We should celebrate the return of my dear sister. For now, I'll call the doctor. Stay here quietly while the doctor arrives; in the meantime, I'll ask for something to eat." "Okay," she replies, and Cristian leaves the room, leaving her alone. Lying on her bed, Emma closes her eyes, trying to hide the discomfort in her arm. While she rests, she thinks about Matías and wonders what he is doing now that she is no longer in his life. Matías has spent a lot of time in the hospital with Silvia and her mother, who seem to get along very well, unlike Emma. The two women were always at odds and argued frequently. At this moment, he is heading toward the house to discuss his divorce petition. His driver has just arrived to pick him up. "Carlos, I want you to take me home," he says, noticing a package next to him. "What is this?" he asks, picking up the package. "It's something the lady bought. She was excited because she had something special planned for both of us, according to what I heard," Carlos replies, and Matías feels a pang of guilt as he remembers how she had spoken to him. "Do you know what happened today in the company's parking lot?" "I heard that the lady was run over along with another woman. I hope she’s alright; she’s a very good person," Carlos says, and Matías looks at him in surprise. Never before has Matías heard any complaints about her from the staff. On the contrary, they all speak highly of her, and she feels comfortable with them. He decides not to ask any more questions and remains silent until they arrive at the house. Matías enters and goes up to Emma's room to talk to her calmly, but to his surprise, she is not there. Remembering her words, he checks her closet to see if she has left and taken all her things. Everything appears to be in place, so he decides to search the house for her, but she is nowhere to be found. He then goes outside and calls his driver. "Tell me, sir, do you need something?" "Did Carlos take my spouse somewhere?" "No, the lady didn't come with me, but I remember seeing her get into a taxi," Carlos replies. "Where could she have gone?" Matías asks, growing increasingly worried. He picks up his phone and tries to call her repeatedly, but she doesn’t answer. At that moment, Emma's voice telling him that she wants a divorce echoes in his mind. "Has she really left me?" he asks himself, feeling a deep emptiness inside. The Taylor family doctor has finished examining Emma and providing the necessary medical care. Fortunately, her arm hasn’t suffered any fractures; she only has contusions and a twisted nerve, which causes pain. The doctor has prescribed medication for the pain and inflammation, and she should be fully recovered in a few days. Feeling much better, Emma is eating something when she hears her father’s voice in the distance. "I want to see my daughter!" he calls out as he opens the door to her room, accompanied by his sister. "Dad," Emma says, feeling ashamed for having been a poor daughter and abandoning her family for someone unworthy who has never truly loved her. "Daughter, my love, you’re here with your family," he says, embracing her. "Yes, Dad, I'm back." "Sister, you don’t know how happy I am that you're here. I’ve missed you very much." "I’ve missed all of you too," Emma says, a tear rolling down her cheek. "Your brother told me you should divorce that man you married." "If it's true, I've decided to get a divorce." "That guy is not up to the level of a Taylor. I don't know how I allowed you to marry him and compromise your identity to be part of a family that is beneath our standards," her father says. Emma smiles and snuggles into her father’s shoulder. The Taylor family is one of the most powerful and influential in the country. Her spouse’s family will never match the wealth of the Taylors, who own countless hotels and shopping malls, as well as several companies. "Dad, I’m a little tired now, and I just want to rest." "That’s fine, my dear. We’ll discuss your divorce later. For now, get some rest." "Thanks, Daddy. You’re the best," she says, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Everyone leaves her room, and she is left alone. Emma takes out her phone from her bag, which has been on silent, and finds several missed calls from Matías. It’s clear to her that he has called to discuss their separation, but at this moment, the last thing she wants is to argue with him over the phone. She decides to go to sleep and will call him tomorrow when she feels better. Two days have passed since Emma returned to her family. Matías has tried to communicate with her, but she has refused to answer his calls. Her anger and disappointment are stronger than she had imagined, and now the only thing she wants is to be away from him. It's Saturday, and Emma is in the garden of her house, taking a walk while she observes the flowers and contemplates the beautiful morning. "What are you doing here alone?" he asks as he stands next to her. "I just want to contemplate how beautiful this garden is." "You haven't been here for a long time. I understand that you want to be outside, but it would be better if you stayed in your room and rested. I want you to recover soon." "If I stay locked up there, I'm going to have an anxiety attack, and that's the last thing I want." "You're thinking about Matías," she asks, and this takes her by surprise. "You're curious about what's going on in my mind, aren't you?" "The truth is, the only thing that interests me is that you are happy, but above all, that you stay away from those people who hurt you." "Don't worry about my brother. I've already spoken with my lawyer, and today Matías will receive the divorce papers. I'm determined to leave him, and there's no going back." Emma is more than determined to leave her spouse and does not intend to back down. Even though she loves him, her self-love must be greater, so she must prioritize her happiness above all else. "That being the case, in a week we will have a welcome party for you. I'm thinking of inviting your ex to the party. It's time for him to realize the big mistake he made by despising you." "Okay, I think that's perfect." Emma returned to her room a few minutes later, where she received another call from Matías. This time, she decided to answer the call and find out what he wanted. "Hello," she replies indifferently. "Emma, you finally answer. I've been calling you, and you haven't responded." "What do you want?" "Where are you? Why haven't you come home?" "I have nothing to do in that house, and I already told you that I want a divorce." "So you meant it." "Of course I did. The best thing you can do is sign the divorce papers in good faith, or I will be forced to annul our marriage." "You don't have to threaten me or be so abrupt. Send me the documents, and I'll sign them." "Well, this afternoon my lawyer will come to see you so you can sign the divorce. Goodbye," he says and hangs up the call without giving her a chance to say anything else. Matías is incredulous to see how Emma has changed and the different way she has spoken to him. She had never behaved like this before. The woman who always sought his attention is now completely different and shows no interest in him. "My love, what are you doing?" Silvia asks as she enters Matías's office, accompanied by her mother. "I'm working. What do you want?" he responds coldly. "I'm just here to see you, darling. Does that bother you?" Silvia says, pouting. "Son, why are you behaving like this toward the woman who will be the mother of your child?" his mother demands. "Mom, Silvia is supposed to be recovering from an accident for the sake of our son, but she’s here when she shouldn’t be." "I'm fine, and the baby is out of danger. You don’t need to worry," Silvia says somewhat nervously. "What happened was more of a scare. Silvia didn’t suffer any harm. I think the angels protected her and freed her from the bad intentions of that woman," her mother says, referring to Emma. "That's right, the car didn’t hit me," Silvia adds with a smile. At that moment, Matías remembers seeing Emma lying on the ground due to the impact. He still hasn’t reviewed the security footage to understand what happened that day. "I’m busy right now. Please leave me alone," Matías says as he picks up some documents. "Alright, we’ll go do some shopping. You continue working," his mother says, and she and Silvia leave the office. Matías has doubts about what happened and wonders if he should check the footage from the park’s cameras to see what really occurred that day. Determined to clear his doubts, he calls his secretary. "Carol, I need you to contact the person in charge of the video surveillance and request the footage of the moment of the accident involving my spouse and Silvia." "Of course, sir. I’ll get back to you right away and ensure you receive it today." "You don’t need to rush. Just get the recording and then pass it to me." "Okay," she replies, and after that, he hangs up the phone and continues working. Almost an hour later, his secretary contacts him. "Yes, Carol?" he says while analyzing some documents. "Sir, Mr. McGregor wants to see you. He says he’s your spouse’s lawyer," she informs him. Matías is surprised to hear this. He had thought the divorce was just a tantrum from Emma, but it seems it is real, and she is determined to leave him. "Let it go," he says. The lawyer enters his office with a folder in hand containing the divorce application papers. "Mr. White, it is a pleasure to meet you," the lawyer says in a polite tone. "I don’t think this meeting is for anything pleasant," Matías responds, indicating that the lawyer should take a seat with a wave of his hand. "Well, whether the day is pleasant for you depends on how you receive my client’s divorce application. To be honest, it’s quite favorable to you since she doesn’t want anything from you other than to sign the documents." "So she intends to divorce me without demanding anything?" "That’s right. She has asked me to tell you that all she wants is for you to sign the papers immediately. Then she can become a free woman, just as you will be, and you can marry whoever you want," the lawyer says, handing him the folder with the documents. Matías takes it and quickly reviews the papers, confirming that the lawyer is telling the truth—Emma is not demanding anything from his money or property. "She really just wants to separate from me." "That’s right. Please sign so we can get this over with." Matías takes a pen and, feeling somewhat doubtful, stamps his signature on the documents. At the moment of signing, he feels a great weight on his chest, and something inside him suggests that he has lost something valuable. However, he ignores these feelings and finishes signing the papers. "I am glad to have cooperated with you. I hope we meet again under better circumstances," the lawyer says before standing up and leaving. Emma is in her room when she receives a message from her lawyer informing her that the divorce papers have been signed and that she can now practically declare herself a free woman.	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2,706,852	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2706778}'	Yes	2025-02-28 00:30	active	2651	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！📖	Today was supposed to be the day my fated mate and I got engaged. But now I’m watching him kiss another woman. Marrying her could make him the future Alpha because she’s the daughter of Gavin Landry, the most powerful Lycan chairman in the world. A couple of months ago, our Alpha died during a battle, and now all the candidates are competing for that position, including my mate, Ethan. Everyone knows the Lycans control the werewolf population. And Gavin? He could singlehandedly appoint everyone the new Alpha. So, Ethan made his choice. Her, not me. “Get me a whiskey and a martini for the lady,” A deep voice sounded from nearby. “Is it the future bride, or the future groom that’s got you in a mood?” “I’m just not into parties,” I decided to say. “Nor am I,” he murmured. “I’m here out of obligation.” The bartender placed my drink in front of me and I immediately took a sip, sighing in contentment. I waited for it to do its job and finish numbing the pain. Every time Ethan kissed her it destroyed me a little more. How had my life taken such a devastating turn? How could my fated mate do this to me? Did our 2 years together truly mean nothing? Did the mark on my neck mean that little to him? “Thank you for the drink,” I told the man. I took one last sip of my martini and started to get down from the stool, except my blouse snagged on the corner of the counter and just as I heard a tearing sound, I began to fall to the ground. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for the impact, but it never came. Instead, I felt strong arms wrapping around my body, lifting me into the air. I opened my eyes and peeked up at the man who caught me, and my breath hitched. He was so handsome. He held me with ease as if I weighed nothing and I could tell from the feeling of his arms around me that he was muscular. He smiled down at me and a dimple appeared on his right cheek. I wanted to lick that dimple. “Madam, are you falling for me?” He asked teasingly. I stared at him for a heartbeat longer before I squinted my eyes at him, seeing what he did there. “You’re a funny one, aren’t you?” He grinned. Then he looked at my shirt and immediately frowned. “Let me take you to my suite upstairs,” he said, making my heart skip a beat. “What?” I said in barely a whisper. His eyes met mine and I got lost in their beauty for a moment. Goddess, his good looks were sinful. “Your shirt is ripped. I have one you can wear upstairs in my VIP suite,” he explained. I blinked a couple of times and gave a nervous chuckle. “Oh, alright. Thank you,” I managed to sputter. He turned to the bartender. “Charge our drinks to my suite,” he ordered. “Yes, sir.” I allowed the man to carry me out of the room. His arms were so warm that I found myself resting my head against his broad chest, breathing in his minty scent. My wolf was practically purring in my mind. She’d been quiet for most of the evening while she licked the wounds the broken mate bond had caused. But right now, it was as if she had forgotten she was heartbroken. “Take off your shirt,” he instructed once we were in the suite. He had released me and was walking to the closet. “Excuse me?” I squeaked. “So, you can put on a new shirt,” he explained. “Right,” I breathed. I lifted my ripped shirt over my head and threw it onto the bed, leaving me in only my innerwear from the waist up. Once he found a shirt, he turned around to face me, and his entire body froze as his eyes trailed down my body. I was too busy checking him out to notice him staring at me but the longer I stared at him, the more I started to recognize him. Then, realization struck me, and I gasped. “It’s you…” I breathed, taking a step back. His eyes shifted upward and met mine; his brow arched. “You know me?” He asked. “I know of you,” I clarified. The corner of his lips tipped upward as he walked towards me, slowly, as if he were stalking his prey. I could practically hear the sounds of my heartbeat. “And what do you know of me?” “Only what I’ve heard…” I admitted. “And what have you heard?” “You’re Gavin Landry, Lycan Chairman. You’re a heartbreaker. You have a new woman each week and you never sleep with the same woman twice.” He raised his brows. “Is that so?” He asked. “Tell me more about myself.” Heck, he's the father of the bride and Ethan's future father-in-law? I'm confused, I don't know what I should do. But I'm not surprised I didn't recognize him at first. The Lycan family isn't high profile, they're more used to staying behind the scenes than becoming politicians and celebrities like werewolf Alpha. Should I tell him who I am? But that would be foolish at this moment. He continued to walk towards me, and I continued to walk backward until my back hit the wall. “What more do you want to know?” I asked, my voice coming out breathy. “Everything.” I’m not sure if it was the martini speaking or me, but I decided to be bold. If Ethan can indulge himself in someone new, then so could I. I lifted my gaze to meet his as he neared closer. “Your eyes…” I started to say. “I’ve heard that they were mesmerizing, and I must agree.” “What else?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “When you smile, you have this adorable dimple on your cheek…” I whispered. He was only inches from me now, staring so intently at me that I thought I would burn up under his scrutiny. He licked his lips, drawing my attention to his mouth. “And your lips…” Before I could finish that sentence, his mouth crashed into mine. His kiss was anything but soft and sweet but filled with hunger and possession. I kissed him with just as much eagerness. His tongue made its way to mine, tasting every inch of me. He lifted me into the air, my body pinned between the wall and him. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist and allowed him to deepen the kiss. His tongue trailed down the nape of my neck and warmth spread across my body as I felt him nibbling my soft flesh. All self-control and common sense left my mind the moment we kissed. All I could think about was Gavin; he consumed my mind, body, and soul entirely. I pulled at his tie, wanting to take it and his shirt off. He helped me undo his tie and then lifted his shirt over his head, tossing it to the ground. I let my fingers explore his body; they roamed over his torso and up his broad shoulders. I moaned into his mouth as his tongue found mine again. “Are you sure you want this?” He asked between kisses. “Yes,” I rasped out. “We are both willing adults, so why not?” We kissed again and just as he was about to take off my innerwear, I received a tearful mindlink from my adoptive mother. “Judy! Please, come home!” She sounded panicked; my mother never panicked. Hearing her voice was like cold water being dumped on my head and I gasped. I let my legs fall from around him and I pressed against his chest. “Stop,” I said breathlessly. “I have to go.” He frowned. “I don’t have much patience; stop joking,” he says, a hint of anger in his tone. “I’m so sorry. But I’m sure you have plenty of other options,” I said and started to run towards the door, but he grabbed my arm, stopping me. I whirl around to face him, my own anger rushing to the surface but before I can say anything, he points to the bed. “Your shirt is ripped, remember?” I looked down at my innerwear with a frown. “Oh…” He sighed, grabbing his shirt and putting it over my head. I inhaled deeply and warmth spread throughout my body; it smelled like him. …… The moment I stepped into the house; I could hear my mother sobbing. “Judy?” My mother sobbed; I could hear that she was in the kitchen and my heart stuttered at the sound of her broken voice. “Your father was taken away by the Gammas tonight.” Chapter 2 Judy’s POV My heart fell into my stomach. “What?!” I gasped. We lived in a decent-sized house; my adoptive father, being a successful businessman and a Delta of the Redmoon pack, had a lot of money. “He was arrested,” she explained. “He made a bad investment for the company, and he ended up losing all the money. He went completely bankrupt and now he owes the pack so much money. Until he pays it, they put him in jail.” “They can’t just come and take him away like this,” I said, standing to my feet, hardly able to contain my emotions. “Without any warning? That’s not fair!” “They can do whatever they want. The Beta is under the jurisdiction of the Lycans, and it was his decision. Loan sharks are ruthless, and nobody wishes to deal with them. It’s easier to just get rid of the problem and right now… your father is the problem.” Before I could say anything more, my phone started to ring. I reached into my bag and pulled it out. I frowned when I saw the name flash across the screen. “I heard about your father,” Ethan’s voice was soft as he spoke, and my traitorous heart skipped a beat. I hated how my body responded to him still; it was because of this foolish mate bond. Even though he rejected me, and I accepted it, that didn’t mean it severed our bond. It won’t be severed until he marks someone else.“I might have a suggestion though. But I’d like to tell you in person. Come outside.” I quickly left the kitchen and walked out of the house. Ethan was leaning against his car with his arms folded across his chest. Goddess, I hated how good he looked. I had been in love with him for longer than 2 years. He was my friend, my confidant, my fated mate. When he rejected me, it destroyed everything I had dreamt of. I wrapped my arms around my body, desperately trying to hold myself together. “Why are you here?” I asked him after a long and awkward silence. “I wanted to talk to you,” he replied. “Why?” The corner of his lips tipped upwards as he stared at me; I nearly melted under his scrutiny, and I had to shift my gaze to look at the ground. “Because I can help you,” he answered. “Your father’s funding chain is broken, and he now owes a lot of money. I know for a fact that he doesn’t have that kind of money, especially now that his business has gone under. But I do.” I lifted my gaze to meet him; he was serious. “Are you saying you’d pay my father’s debt?” I asked him. He nodded. “Yes,” he answered. “And what would we have to do in return?” I asked, almost afraid to ask. He smirked, which gave me an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. “There is a condition,” he confessed. I waited silently for him to continue, my eyes never leaving his. “After I get married, I want you to drop out of school and become my mistress.” I couldn’t have heard him correctly; I stared at him with my jaw practically on the ground. “Excuse me?” I managed to sputter. “You want me to what??” “Drop out of school and become my mistress. I already have a luxurious home for you to live in. You would never have to want for anything. I’ll pay off your father’s debt and give you more money than you could dream of.” “How… how could you ask me to do such a thing?” I asked in a choked whisper; tears threatened to spill from my eyes, but I kept them away, not wanting him to see my break. He stepped closer to me, and I felt rooted to the ground, unable to move away. My wolf was whimpering about his request; she couldn’t believe our mate could ask such a thing from us. She was gutted and I hated that she was put in this position. “Because we’ve always been so good together, Judy,” he said, reaching out and touching my arm gently. “We will always have this strong connection, even if I mark someone else. You and your family would be set for life… all you have to do is say yes…” He was rubbing his fingers up and down my arms and I felt sick to my stomach. I finally found the strength to step away from him, my body trembling. “No,” I said, meeting his eyes. “I would never become your mistress.” His eyes darkened. “I’m about to become the Alpha, Judy. You must get with the times. Becoming my mistress would only benefit you and plus, don’t you want your father out of jail?” “I will find another way,” I said through my teeth. “If that’s all you came here to say, then I’ve heard enough. You can leave.” He raised his brows as he stared at me. He studied me for a moment longer like he expected me to change his mind at any moment. “You’ll change your mind,” he told me as he stepped away from me and towards his car. “And when you do, I’ll be here. But until then, your father will remain in prison.” “I’ll figure it out,” I said to his retreating back. “We don’t need you, Ethan!” He chuckled as he opened his car door and then he turned back to gaze into my eyes. “In order to get him out of prison, you’ll need at least 5 million dollars. When you realize that there’s no other option, you’ll come to your senses. I’m sure of it.” Without another word, he got into his car. I watched as he drove away, disappearing into the night. It was only when he disappeared that I allowed myself to fall to the ground. Tears streamed down my cheeks before I could stop them. 5 million dollars? How was I going to come up with that kind of money? —————— I had two classes this morning and one later in the afternoon. My first class was warrior training, and my second class was shifting, both of which I excelled at. I was going to college for Gamma training so that once I graduated, I could prove myself to the Gamma force and become a warrior. Then I would easily be able to pay off my father’s debt and save my family. “You look terrible,” my best friend, Nan, pointed out as I sat beside her against the large Oaktree; the very tree we always met up at. “It was a rough night,” I admitted as I took out my textbook to study. “Where did you go last night? When I returned, you were gone. Did you leave early because of the engagement party?” I bit my lower lip as I thought about what to say to her. “I ripped my shirt, and someone brought me into his room to change,” I said, feeling my cheeks growing warm at the memory. She raised her brows, and I could barely look at her. “You went to someone’s room?” She asked. “Whose?” I was quiet for a moment, and she grabbed my arm, getting my attention. “Judy, who did you leave with?” She asked, now her voice was filled with alarm. I knew there was no getting out of this conversation. I bit my lip and peeked up at her through my lashes. “Gavin Landry,” I squeaked. Chapter 3 Judy’s POV “Shut up!” She gasped. “Are you serious?? You went to Gavin Landry’s VIP suite? As in THE Gavin Landry?!” I nearly tackled her; she was being so loud! “Keep your voice down!” I scolded, attempting to cover her mouth with my hands but she was too quick and dodged me. “How can I possibly keep it down when my best friend went to Gavin Landry’s hotel room last night and waited until now to tell me!” She exclaimed. Nan was a waitress at the hotel restaurant the engagement party was at last night. The hotel, called Carter Resorts, was in the human territory, and it was owned by Patrick Carter, the Delta of the Silver Crescent pack. Which happened to be Gavin Landry’s pack. I wasn’t surprised to see Gavin there last night, especially considering his daughter was the bride-to-be. I was less surprised to see that he had a VIP suite at the hotel. I sighed. “It all happened so fast, and I had a bit too much to drink,” I admitted. “I forgot when I got home because other stuff happened.” I wrapped my arms around my body and looked up at her concerned eyes. “What else happened?” She asked, her voice dropping to a whisper. I took a deep breath, and I told Nan everything that happened, right up until Ethan came over and asked me to be his mistress in exchange for him paying off my father’s debt. By the time I finished talking, Nan’s jaw had dropped. “The nerve of that scum!” She hissed. “How dare he! He rejected you and now he wants you to be his bit on the side?! He has zero shame.” “I’m not sure what I’m going to do, Nan,” I whispered. “There’s no way I could come up with 5 million dollars to pay off my father’s debt.” We both fell silent as our thoughts consumed us and then her face lit up. I knew that look well and it grew nervous as a smile spread across her face. I knew right away that she had an idea, and I also knew that I wasn’t going to like it. “You said that he gave you his shirt to wear?” She asked. I nodded. She gasped and grabbed my arm. “Isn’t it obvious, Judy? Gavin is into you. That’s the only reason he’d give you his shirt. He wanted his scent on you! He's very picky. In all my time as a waitress, you're the first woman he's ever offered.” I gawked at her. She had officially lost her mind. “Gavin’s not into me,” I said, shaking my head. “He gave me his shirt because mine ripped. There was nothing to it.” “Why would he even care?” Nan asked, folding her arms across her chest. “He’s Gavin Landry and doesn’t need to care about any of this. Besides, you mentioned that he kissed you heatedly. You were ready to go all the way with him, which is huge because you were planning on waiting until after you were married. There had to be some kind of connection last night.” I glanced at my hands. “Or maybe I was just hurting and wanted to get back at Ethan,” I murmured. “Plus, I had a little too much to drink.” “Drunk actions are sober thoughts or something like that,” she said, waving away my words. Then, she smirked. “You could use this to your advantage. Do you still have that lingerie you bought for your wedding night? You should pay Gavin a little visit and make him an offer he can’t refuse.” ___ I knew it was a bad idea the moment she spoke the words, but her words continued to replay in my mind for the remainder of the day and night. When I woke up the next morning, my mind was made up. I went to my closet and grabbed my red lingerie. I had only tried it on once and I felt a little self-conscious wearing it, but I knew the night of my wedding when I finally gave myself over to Ethan fully, it wouldn’t matter what I was wearing. My heart ached at the thought, and I quickly brushed it out of my head before I started to cry again. I dressed in the lingerie, and I grabbed a long trench coat, wrapping it around my body. I left my hair down and I put on a little makeup to make my features pop. For the last day or so, my mother had either been speaking on the phone to lawyers, visiting my father in prison, or in her room. I had barely seen or spoken to her since I told her Ethan wasn’t going to help us. I hated knowing I disappointed her, but hopefully, this would fix all our problems. It was no secret where Gavin’s office was; everybody knew the famous Gavin Landry Corporation. When I walked through the front door, the receptionist was typing on her computer. She barely spared me a look as I approached the desk. “Good morning, I’m here to see Gavin Landry,” I said as politely as I could. The receptionist looked upward at me and blinked a couple of times, looking less than amused. “Do you have an appointment?” “Uh, no, but—” “Look, I don’t have time for this. Countless women come in here and request to speak with Gavin and I’m going to tell you what I tell them. Mr. Landry is incredibly busy, and he doesn’t have time or patience to be dealing with another fan girl,” she said bitterly. “And what gives you the right to turn away those who come to see me?” A deep voice boomed.	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2,707,208	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2707205}'	No	2025-02-28 00:30	active	2651	🔥Click to read all Chapters and all Books!🔥	My twin brother forbade me to date any boy, but I fell for his best friend. "Touch me," Easton demanded. I jumped as Easton turned off the lights and pulled his hand over my lap. "Shh, Don't let your brother know." Our bodies were pressed together and my mouth was inches from his. “My brother won't allow...” Easton covered my lips and bit my bottom lip, "I approved." I couldn't help kissing him but the lights were turned on as he pinned me in the bed. We raised our heads at that moment and God! My brother just stood at the door. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 We're hosting a party. Our parents are out of town for the weekend and my twin brother Ryan thought it would be the perfect opportunity to throw a drink—soaked bash. He pretty much invited everyone from school to attend. "Ready to go?" My best friend Sadie chirps, pulling me out of my head. "Nope. No way. Uh uh. This shows waaaay too much skin." I stare at my reflection in the mirror, glaring at the offending scraps of material I'm currently wearing. "You look hot," my best friend Sadie says, her dark eyes sparkling as she clutches her hands together in glee. "Let's go to the pool!" "I can't." I'm already whining, and this isn't good, especially when I promised Sadie I would actually be social tonight. "You can and you will," Sadie says firmly as she grabs hold of my arm and steers me toward my closed bedroom door. I try to resist, but she's stronger than she looks. "It'll be fun. I promise. All the boys will be looking at you." She practically croons that last statement, as if it's supposed to entice me. Guess what? It doesn't. Having the boys look at me is a problem. Their attention makes me uneasy. Uncomfortable. Ryan may be my twin, but we are the complete opposites in almost every single way. He's popular at our private school while I'm not. He attracts all the girls, while guys barely look in my direction. He's really attractive. I'm really… Average. Okay, I have nice hair. It's a thick, glossy brown with natural gold highlights that become brighter in the sun. It's my best asset. If you're in to big ones, then I can deliver. Ugh, my thoughts are so dumb sometimes. "Ready to go?" Sadie chirps, pulling me out of my head. I blink at her, surprised to see we're standing directly in front of my bedroom door, her hand curved around the handle. "I'm not ready yet." Her shoulders slump a little, but she's not defeated yet. "I hear Easton is already out there." Okay, that perks me right up. "Did he bring a girl?" "I don't think so." Sadie smiles brightly and opens my bedroom door. "Come on, let's go!" I let her drag me down the hall. Down the stairs. Into the kitchen, which is packed with all sorts of people I vaguely recognize from school. Not a one of them says anything to me, and it's my house. Frustrating. We go outside, where there are even more people. Music is playing loudly over the portable speaker Ryan got for Christmas last year. It's small but powerful, and the heavy base seems to throb in time with my heartbeat. There are so many people in our small pool, I'm not sure how they all fit. Others are crowded around the sides, dipping their feet in the water or sitting in one of the chairs that surrounds the small glass topped table with a giant crack in it. Easton is sitting at the head of the table like a king surveying his court. He's the most popular boy in our class—in the entire school. He's gorgeous and rich and built like a god. Tall and broad with a powerful chest and six pack abs. Long legs and powerful thighs. He's currently got all of it on display as he sits there in a pair of dark blue swim trunks and nothing else, clutching a beer bottle in his hand as he glowers at everyone. "There's your boy," Sadie whispers as we both watch him. It's difficult not to stare at him. That chiseled face with the strong nose and sharp cheekbones, it's all lines with those cold, glacier blue eyes, offset only by his soft, lush mouth. An utterly kissable mouth. A sigh leaves me as I stare at it. His lower lip is much thicker than his upper lip, which is shaped in the perfect cupid's bow. Those lips are pink and full and he's currently licking them. I move my gaze away from the perfection that is his mouth and glare at my best friend. "He's not my boy," I remind her. "He's no one's," Sadie readily agrees. "But I'm sure once he sees you in that top, he'll be dying to get his hands on you." A shiver rolls through me at the thought of Easton putting those big, rough hands on my body and I try to ignore it. "He doesn't know I exist." Sadie snorts. "Liar. You're his best friend's sister." "He never talks to me." In his world, I'm no one. He's only interested in blondes, while I have dark hair. Popular girls who demand attention while I'm just…boring. The smart girl. The one who likes to read. The one who cringes when she's called on in class, even though she always knows the answer. The nerd. The one with only a couple of friends. The one who's… Madly in love with Easton. Sometimes I wish I could punch myself in the face. "He'd talk to your body." At my incredulous look, Sadie bursts into laughter. "What? It's true! Look at you!" I glance down at myself, wishing I'd worn a coverup. At the very least, a T—shirt. Everything is on display and while no one is paying us any attention, if Sadie keeps laughing like that, someone's going to notice. "Sadie! Gimme a beer!" This comes from my brother Ryan, who knows my friend has a tiny crush on him and will do whatever he says without protest. Pig. True to form, she perks right up, her body practically vibrating with excitement. "Coming right up!" She dashes off before I can say a word, leaving me alone. Just standing there. Feeling awkward. What else is new? Ryan's gaze goes to mine, a frown forming on his face. "What are you wearing, Harp?" I shoot daggers at him with my eyes, but it's like he doesn't even notice. All of his friends laugh, barely looking at me. Save for one. Easton. His eyes rake over me, making gooseflesh rise. He's checking me out. Oh my God, Easton actually notices me. Chapter 2 Easton's POV What is my best friend's twin wearing? The bikini is a deep, dark green, which stands out against her smooth, olive skin. The girl has a lot of it. Acres and acres of it. The triangle top barely covers her body. They're huge. Her brown eyes are wide and unblinking. She reminds me of an animal in the forest. The look on their face when they're caught. Right before you shoot it. Unable to help myself, I raise a brow, never looking away from her. She's so good. Like, I'd done her a lot. "Get some clothes on!" Ryan yells viciously at his sister, making her startle. Like a scared little deer, she darts off, running back into the house. My gaze drops to her just as she opens the back door. Her curves are round. A perfect handful. I could scoop her up and pull her to me, no problem. "What on earth is she thinking, wearing something like that?" Ryan mutters under his breath. He's very protective of his twin, though I always figured that was because she's so skittish all the time. As if she's afraid of her own shadow. Maybe it's because deep down he knows his sister is beautiful and he hangs out with a bunch of disgusting guys who'd love to get her alone. "Your sister is looking good," says Blake with a leer, the most disgusting one of our group. He's currently proving my point. "Don't you even think about her," Ryan says, his voice dark, his expression thunderous. "She's too good for you. For all of you." He says this to the entire table, including me. "Not my type," I say, leaning back in the chair and spreading my legs wider as I gaze out at the pool. I can feel Ryan watching me for a beat too long, but I refuse to look at him. Or say anything. If he's worried about me trying to get with his sister, he needs to chill. She doesn't interest me. You see one body, you've seen them all. She's nothing. A nobody. The tension leaves Ryan pretty rapidly once his sister disappears and soon, we're all talking and doing round after round of shots. We've moved on from the beer to cheap teqila because Ryan's family doesn't have a ton of money, so I toss it back without complaint. I'll end up with a killer hangover tomorrow, but it'll be worth it. Anything to help me forget. At least for a few hours. The drink doesn't help lighten my mood. Lately nothing does. The pressure at home is mounting, and I can't escape it. My father's words are always in my head, lingering long after he leaves for yet another business trip. He wants me to come work with him. Immediately after I graduate high school. That is the last thing I want to do. To forget about dear old dad and his demands, I consume more. I grab the bottle and drink straight from it while my friends cheer me on. Girls approach our table, their gazes finding mine, the sultry expressions telling me everything they're feeling without saying a word. They want me. They'd willingly go anywhere with me. They know how I operate and they're hoping they're next. The chosen one for the night. Despite them all being gorgeous, with bodies on full display, not one of them interests me. The only thing I plan on holding tonight is a bottle. "Hey, you drank it all," Blake gripes when he snatches the tequila out of my hands. "Sure hope you've got more where that came from, Ryan." "I do," Ryan says, leaping to his feet, wobbling a little to the side. That one girl who's always doing what she wants, Sadie what's her name, comes rushing over, like she's going to rescue him. Pathetic. "In the house." "I'll go get it," Sadie offers. "No." I rise to my feet, feeling the need to get away for a little bit. "I'll grab it. Where do you keep the drink in your house, Ry?" "Top shelf in the back corner of our pantry. You can't miss it!" Ryan shouts. I head for the house, my gaze taking it in. They live in an older neighborhood, one that's seen better days. The exterior of their two—story house could use a fresh new coat of paint. The roof looks in bad shape too. It's not bad, it's just old. But the twins don't come from money. We all know this. They attend Washington High on a district transfer, their parents wanting them to have a better education, I guess. The rest of us come from mega rich families who don't have to worry about anything. At least, that's what we look like. But even rich people have problems. Big ones. A girl stops me just as I approach the back door, talking to me nonstop as she shifts closer and closer to me. She smells like heavy, expensive perfume. She's wearing a string top that barely covers her crotch and I'm afraid if she makes one wrong move, I'll see all the goods. And where's the fun in that? I like a little mystery with my encounters. Girls who act coy. Like they have no idea what I'm about, though of course, they know everything about me. They played and they protest and then, always, they give in. Making me feel like the man. Frowning, I concentrate on her moving lips, but I don't hear a word she says. I'm kind of over that scene. The fluttering damsel in distress type who's helpless unless a big, strong man—me—comes along. It's all an act, one I'm bored with. Maybe I need a challenge. Maybe I need to change things up. I glance toward the small window that's closest to where we're standing, frowning. The window is cracked open, barely a sliver, and I swear to God, it feels like someone is watching me. I squint into the near darkness, trying to make out a face, but I see nothing. Must be a figment of my imagination. "Want to take off?" the girl asks, knocking me from my thoughts. I blink her back into focus, taking her in. Dark blonde hair that hangs to about her shoulders. Pretty, bland face. The requisite blue eyes, thick eyelashes and pouty lips. Her golden skin has a slick sheen that I'm afraid might be oily to the touch. "Yeah, I don't think so. I'm staying around here tonight," I tell her. Her expression shifts and changes. No more easygoing, let's get out of here for me. Now she's scowling with thin lips and flared nostrils. "Your loss," she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder before she flounces off. I watch her go, irritation settling in my veins. Irritated more with myself than her. Why couldn't I just take off with her? What's my problem? I need a drink. That'll solve all my issues. I head into the house, taking in the kitchen full of people, most of them I recognize. They say hi as I walk past and I mumble a greeting in return, searching the small pantry until I find my prize. A giant bottle. I head for the bathroom, knocking on the closed door in warning before I try the handle. It opens with ease. Just before the lights go out. Chapter 3 Harper's POV I'm staring out the small bathroom window like a complete peeper, watching Easton. Always with my eyes on Easton. He's drinking a lot tonight, and he doesn't seem happy. There's pain etched in his features, shading his eyes. There's no smile on that perfect mouth, and he's greedy with the bottle, not willing to share it. I watch as he tips it back, his throat moving as he swallows, and I'm fascinated. Who knew drinking could be so gorgeous? Ryan talks to Sadie. I'm sure he's asking her to do something for him. He's so awful to her. I tell her over and over again she's wasting her time, but she won't listen to me. Guess that'll be a lesson she has to learn for herself. It's not Sadie who runs the errand for my brother though. It's Easton who rises from his chair, his tall, powerful frame moving with ease as he makes his way toward our crappy little house. Wincing, I consider making a run for it so I can hide out in my bedroom, but it's like I can't move. My gaze is fixed on him. He pauses right in front of the window I'm standing in front of, and I've never been more grateful for the opaque glass that makes it so no one can see through it from the outside. He won't be able to see me, thank goodness. But I can see him. Up close, he's even more gorgeous. Tanned skin stretches over bulging muscles. His chest is smooth, his pecs developed and those six pack abs are utterly lickable. The thought alone makes me blush, because I can't imagine putting my tongue anywhere on Easton's body— Wait a minute. That's strange. I can imagine putting my tongue everywhere on Easton's body, and I bet he'd enjoy every second of it. I know I would. Withholding the sigh that wants to escape, I watch as he chats with a pretty girl who's a year younger than us. She's barely dressed in that black string bkn she's got on, and she's thrusting her chest out toward Easton as if silently demanding he look at it. There's not even a flicker of interest on his face and I can tell she's disappointed. To the point that she leaves in a huff, and he enters the house. Oh God. He's coming in my house. My brother may be Easton's best friend, but he never comes over here. More like Ryan is always over at Easton's house. One of our parents is usually always here, and considering we're not one of the rich kids like everyone else, we don't like having a lot of people over. Though my friends do come over on occasion. Never Ryan's though. It's as if he's completely ashamed of the place. I guess I can't blame him. I contemplate leaving the bathroom so I can dart upstairs, but what if Easton catches sight of me? I'd rather wait it out here first. No way is he coming into the bathroom. No one has tried coming in for the last five minutes. People might not even know this bathroom exists— There's a knock on the door and a gasp escapes me. I keep my gaze fixed on the yard outside, gripping the edge of the windowsill before I dare to turn around. The door opens at the exact same moment as I turn, and I wait in breathless anticipation to see who it is just before the lights go out. I blink into the darkness. What? Why would they flick off the lights? The door shuts, but I know I'm not alone. I can sense someone is in the room with me. There's a quiet snicking sound. The turn of a lock. Something heavy is set on the bathroom counter. Suddenly, I can smell him. Men's cologne. Warm, masculine skin. A boy is in the bathroom. But who? There's screaming outside and I'm about to turn back toward the window so I can see what's going on when he speaks. "Did the power go out?" A chill runs down my spine. I know that voice. God! It's Easton. Clearing my throat, I say, "It must've." He says nothing. Neither do I. Nerves making me shaky, I turn back toward the window and push it open further, staring outside. The backyard is in complete darkness, even the pool lights are off, confirming that yes, we're having a power outage. I'm about to share that fact when I feel Easton looming behind me, his warm body drawing closer. Until it's pressed directly against mine, his front to my back. "Are you the little spy who was watching me in the window?" he asks, his head terribly close to mine. So close, I can feel the huff of his breath against my cheek when he speaks. "I don't know what you're talking about," I say primly. "Mmm hmm." He presses his body into mine and I reach for the windowsill, holding on tight. I can feel every inch of him mold against me, and I wonder if he knows who I am. Or if he just does this sort of thing to random girls in the dark. I don't care. It feels too good to tell him to stop. Like all of my dreams coming true. And when he reaches around me, his strong arms boxing me in, his hands settling on the windowsill beside mine, I feel as if I've died and gone to heaven. "I wasn't spying on you," I tell him, hating how my voice trembles. "But you were watching me," he says. "You have the unfair advantage, you know." I close my eyes when I feel his face nuzzle my neck. What in the world? "How's that?" I don't even know how I was able to ask that question just now, and sound so normal. "You know who I am." His mouth moves against my neck and I grip the windowsill even tighter. "And I don't know who you are." "You know me," I tell him, smiling. What I had never done before. "Hmm." He shifts closer, his hands leaving the window to settle on my body. Whoa. "I know you're not wearing much." "It's a pool party," I protest. He runs his hands up my sides, achingly slow. "I know you've got smooth skin." I say nothing in response. I'm too attuned to the way he's touching me, how he moves behind me. The heat from his chest, the chill of his still damp swim trunks. With the lights out, I can focus on him and nothing else. He's making my head spin. "You going to tell me your name?" he whispers, his fingers back at my body, toying with the ties on my bkini bottoms. One quick flick and he'd have them undone. I slowly shake my head, afraid to ruin it when he finds out who I am. "Guess I'll have to figure out who you are in other ways." His hands tighten on my hps, slowly forcing me to turn. And face him. Chapter 4 Easton I'll kiss this girl and figure out who she is. I've kissed pretty much every girl worth kissing in our class, yet I don't recognize her voice. She could be disguising it though. Trying to trick me. Plus, I'm a little drunk. I know this girl. I have to. Her skin is like silk. Soft to the touch. Her fragrance is intoxicating. I keep breathing it in deep, letting the delicate floral scent fill my senses. Not too sweet. A hint of sexy. She's all curves. Her tiny waist is the perfect ratio. But I'm not going to date this girl in a dark bathroom. I don't even know who she is. I'll kiss her though. I'm not above that. "Wait a minute." She braces her hands on my chest the moment she's facing me, and her touch is like a brand. Hot fingertips press into my pecs, making me shiver, and no girl makes me shiver. "What are you doing?" "Shh." My fingers brush against her chest by accident as I reach for her neck. I need to ease her into this. "Tell me your name." A shuddery breath leaves her, but otherwise, she says nothing. Okay, mystery girl. I curve my fingers around the side of her neck and tip her head back. Leaning in, I hover my face above hers, my eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, barely able to make out her features. Big, dark eyes watch me in return. Pert nose. Plump lips part. Dipping my head, I brush my mouth against hers. It's as if my entire body comes to life at first contact of our lips. A jolt passes from her into me, electrifying my blood, my skin. The tiny hairs on my arms stand on end as I pull her into me, that curvy body nestling against mine as I deepen the kiss. She parts her lips eagerly. It's a shy swipe. Tentative. Unsure. I'm her first. I still don't who this girl is, but she tastes like heaven. She's sweet. So sweet. I chase after it, wanting more. More, more, more. We cling to each other, our accelerated breaths the only sound in the room. She whimpers when I sink my teeth into her lower lip. "Oh God," she whispers when I break the kiss to run my lips down her neck. "Who are you?" I ask as I nip and lick at her sensitive skin, making her tremble. I return my mouth to hers, consuming her once more. Not yet, I tell myself. I can't push too fast. This girl isn't like that. She's eager, but a novice. I'll teach her everything I know. My hand slides down her back, resting at the base of her spin. I slip my fingers beneath the fabric, touching soft, soft skin. I dare to go further. Will she let me? She breaks the kiss, her breathing ragged, her face still turned toward mine."You're bad for me," I tell her. "Why?" I can hear the confusion in that one single word. "Once I start with you, I won't be able to stop." I kiss her, our lips clinging. "Ever." Another kiss. "You're addicting." I nibble at her bottom lip. "Tell me your name." "Isn't it more fun when you don't know who I am?" she asks, sounding amused. "No," I growl before I deliver a brutal kiss. One that shows her how much I want her. How much I could unleash on her, though I won't. She trembles in my arms yet returns the kiss with equal hunger, as if she can't get enough of me. As if she's my perfect match. There's a pounding on the bathroom door and I lift my head, glaring in its direction. I'd had the forethought to lock the door when I slipped inside, right as the lights shut off, and the handle rattles, as if they're trying to get in. "Someone in there?" Oh. It's Ryan. Clearing my throat, I yell, "Occupied!" Ryan's quiet for a moment, just before he starts to laugh. "My bad, buddy. Hope you're having fun in there." He's gone before I can say another word. The hot little bundle in my arms is suddenly squirming, as if she's desperate to get away from me. I let her go, my arms dropping to my sides and she's gone, pressing her body against the door, though the room is so small she's still within arm's reach. "You should go," she demands, her voice firm, yet still shaky. A laugh escapes me. "Really? You're kicking me out now? I can't see where I'm going." "You can see enough." "Maybe I don't want to leave." I reach for her, but she dodges away from my seeking hands. "Come on. Two seconds ago you were grinding your hot little body all over me." "You think my body is hot?" She sounds shocked. "You're on fire." I reach for her again, and I pull her in close, thrusting my torso against hers. "See what you do to me?" Chapter 5 Harper I can definitely see what I have done to him. Oh my God, he is huge. Massive. I'll never be able to handle it. If I ever even get the chance to have it. The way the boy kisses…it's as if I've died and I'm floating on a white, fluffy cloud, only brought to life by his persuasive lips and delicious tongue. I'm practically a pile of sweaty goo on our bathroom floor. What I just experienced was freaking amazing, and it was merely a simple kissing session. But I don't care that he doesn't want to leave, he needs to. Someone else could come knocking on the door or the lights could turn on at any second. What would happen then? Would Easton still feel the same way if he saw who I was? Would he freak out that he's been making out with his best friend's sister? I don't know. I also don't want to take the chance of finding out. I want to remember this night just like this, with my skin on fire and lips stinging and swollen and the memory of him telling me how hot my body is. "Easton …" I start, finding his waist, touching his chiseled muscles. No, Harper. This has to end. Now. "Easton," I attempt again, "you really have to go," I reinforce, leading him in the dark toward the door. His fingers graze my chin. "You're going to miss my mouth." He's right about that. I suck in some air, giving myself the courage to jumble with the lock, twisting it vertically, the handle releasing as I pull it open. "Not even a good—bye kiss?" he asks from the doorway. One more and I won't have the strength to push him away. I'll tug him right back inside and let him untie every string of my suit. "You already know what my lips taste like," I say softly, touching them with my free hand. "Now, you can dream about them." I gently guide him through the threshold and lock the door, sagging my body against it. I take a big, fortifying breath, the quivers leaping in my chest, the tingles exploding in my stomach. Did that really just happen? I'm running my fingers over my lips, reminiscing about the way Easton's had felt when the lights turn on, the brightness so jarring, I cover my eyes. I can't believe my luck. If this had happened seconds before, everything would be different. He would know it's me. But I'm all alone in here and our kiss is my secret. I smile, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I'm a mess. My cheeks and chest are flushed a deep pink. My eyes are sparkling. My hair is in chaos from his hands. My skin grows warmer at the words lingering in my brain. His words. His hands. All over me. There's a knock on the door and I'm nervous that Easton's returned. "Who is it?" I ask. "It's Sadie, silly, let me in." There's a frown on her pretty face the moment the door is open. "What happened to you?" "What do you mean?" I ask, wondering if she can tell what Easton and I just did. "The lights go out and you disappeared! I had no idea where you were," she chastises, scooting her way inside and shutting the door. "Are you all right?" "I'm fine." I smile, trying to hide my jittery nerves. "You look all flushed." She waves a hand toward my chest. "Your skin is splotchy." Her gaze catches on the vodka bottle Easton must've left behind. "Ooh, check it out! Jackpot!" "Come on." I open the door once again and we exit together, Sadie clutching the vodka bottle. "Why did the power turn off? Do you know?" "I guess the entire block went out. I was outside when it happened, and all the houses around us had no lights either. So weird." "I hid out in the bathroom the whole time," I tell her, not about to reveal the kiss with Easton. Not yet. I want to savor it—try to recall everything he did and said. Relive it, moment by moment. Then I'll tell her. Maybe. "Lame," she teases, nudging me with her elbow. "Too bad you weren't locked in the dark with a hot boy!" She's so close to the truth, it's scary. "Ha ha, I wish." We pass through the crowded kitchen to head back outside, Sadie chatting a mile a minute while I don't say a thing. My mind is still in a daze thanks to Easton and his magical lips. "Boys are staring at you," Sadie whispers. I shrug. "So? It's just a bikini." Sadie watches me in wonder. "Wow, the lights go out for a few minutes, and you're completely transformed. I love your new attitude!" "I shouldn't be ashamed of my body," I say, glancing down at myself, seeing it in a whole new light. This body just had Easton's hands all over it. He even touched me in forbidden places. And I let him. I wanted it. I wanted him. My gaze wanders around the back yard, searching for him, but he's nowhere to be found. Did he leave? Where did he go? "No, you absolutely should not be ashamed," Sadie reaffirms. "Show them how gorgeous you are, Harper!" I love how encouraging my friend is. She's the best. Sadie grabs my hand, dragging me toward the table where my brother and his friends are still sitting, save for Easton. Disappointment crashes over me and I put on a smile, trying to fake it as the boys start talking to us. Mostly me. And when Ryan realizes his friends are giving me attention, his gaze lands on me, his lip curling in disgust. "You need to cover up," he says like the protective, older than me by two minutes big brother that he is. I waive a hand around the pool. "No one else is covered up." "You still should." "I don't want to." "I say you should." "Ryan," Sadie interjects. "Leave her alone." He glowers at Sadie, but otherwise doesn't say another word. Hmm. I should ask for her support more often. I can feel someone behind me, like an alarm going off, but the buzzing is only inside my body. Each nerve flickering like Easton's hands are caressing it. I become still, carefully glancing over my shoulder. Before I even see his gorgeous face, I know. It's Easton. 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2,707,217	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2707216}'	No	2025-02-28 00:30	active	2651	🔞🔥Click to Read more about📜Vengeance With My White Knight📜	Chapter 1 Teaching Her The Math Standing in front of the mirror, Stephanie Giovanni studied her reflection, her lips curling into a soft smile. "Stunning," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The gown hugged her slender waist, flowing into a skirt that reminded her of something straight out of a fairytale. Her face, still free of makeup, looked just as delicate and enchanting in the natural light. The shop manager was adjusting the pleats on the gown. She couldn't resist commenting, "Why isn't Mr. Ashford here with you? Men and women, they've got different tastes, you know." A faint smile tugged at the corner of Stephanie's lips. She glanced at the manager with a shrug. "You know men. Busy with work. Can't get away." Just then, her phone vibrated on the nearby counter. Stephanie glanced at the caller ID before answering, "Ella." On the other end, Ella Turner's voice came through quickly, almost breathless. "Stefi, I saw Olivia and Chris!" The moment she heard those names, Stephanie's fingers tightened around the phone, her knuckles going white. The smile that had lingered on her face slowly faded, replaced by a chill in her eyes. Chris Ashford—her fiancé—was just a week away from marrying her. And Olivia Hart, just hearing her name disgusted Stephanie. Stephanie looked over at the shop manager, who immediately nodded in understanding. With a silent gesture, the manager ushered the staff out of the room. Once the room was empty, Stephanie lowered her gaze to her perfectly manicured nails. "Where did you see them?" she asked casually. Ella's voice cracked with urgency. "At the hospital. In the obstetrics and gynecology department." Stephanie raised an eyebrow, a quiet laugh escaping her lips. "Quite a special place," she muttered, her expression turning to one of thinly veiled sarcasm. A man and a woman in the obstetrics and gynecology department? Stephanie didn't need to think twice to know why. Ella, still flustered, pressed on. "That Olivia is a calculating bitch, and Chris is an idiot. You shouldn't marry him!" While Stephanie seemed calm, Ella was seething with anger. Stephanie sipped from the water cup on the table, unfazed. "Every time she calculates, the trouble's on ME. Why are YOU so worked up?" When she was leaving two years ago, Olivia begged for Stephanie's forgiveness in tears. And now, she came back and threw herself on Chris, again. 'Am I a pushover? Or just too kind?' Stephanie thought to herself. Ella didn't let up. "She's picking the perfect time—just before you and Chris are about to get married. She's clearly up to something." Stephanie's eyes sharpened, her grip on the phone tightening. "I'm hanging up now," she said flatly. Ella's voice was frantic. "What are you going to do?" Stephanie's lips curled into a thin smile. "Someone's made a bad calculation. I'm going to teach her how to do the math." Then, she ended the call, the silence that followed settling in like a weight. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Stephanie reached up to touch the bust of the dress. With a sudden, sharp rip, she tore the gown in half, throwing the pieces to the floor. The sound of fabric ripping echoed through the silent room. The saleswomen gasped in shock, their eyes wide. But when they saw the cold fury in Stephanie's expression, none of them dared to move or speak. After she'd changed back into her own clothes, her phone vibrated again. She glanced at the screen—Chris's name. Without a word, she answered, and his voice came through immediately, firm and clipped. "Once you're done with the fitting, come to the office." For the past two years, Chris had always been gentle and considerate. Now Olivia is back, he suddenly became cold. This abrupt shift in tone made the already cold room feel even colder. A flicker of sarcasm flashed in Stephanie's eyes. She couldn't be bothered to respond. Without hesitation, she hung up. *** Half an hour later... Stephanie stepped into Chris's office. He was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, speaking on the phone. Bathed in sunlight, he looked every bit the image of refinement and gentleness. His perfectly sculpted profile was hard to ignore, the kind of face that made it impossible to look away. His appearance was so rare and flawless, it seemed like something most people in Long Harbor City could only dream of. Noticing her presence, Chris quickly muttered into the phone, "Can't join you for lunch today. Sorry. Goodbye." He hung up and walked over to the nearby leather couch, settling into it with a soft creak of the cushions. The warmth from the phone call seemed to vanish in an instant, replaced by an icy coldness that darkened his expression. His eyes locked onto Stephanie, and his voice became clipped as he ordered, "Come here." Stephanie held his gaze, not moving an inch. The tension between them was thick, hanging heavy in the air. Unlike the usual routine, she didn't sit beside him. Instead, she chose to sit across from him, maintaining a distance that mirrored the coldness between them. Chris's eyes narrowed, and the coldness deepened. Click—the sound of a lighter echoed through the silence. The faint smell of gasoline hung in the air. Irritated, Stephanie waved her hand to fan it away, her nose wrinkling slightly at the scent. Chris, unfazed, took a drag from the cigarette, exhaling slowly. Then, with a hint of reluctance, he spoke. "Olivia's back." For a split second, guilt flickered in his eyes, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. Then came the words that froze her. "Our wedding... it has to be postponed." Stephanie had already seen this coming after the call with Ella. Her voice was cold as she asked, "What do you mean?" Their wedding should have nothing to do with Olivia. Chris exhaled another cloud of smoke, his tone steady as he explained, "She's sick. It's terrible." As he spoke, he handed her a file, adding, "The admission letter from the University of Saint Peter. You should go study there." His voice had an almost condescending edge, like he was giving her an order. Stephanie glanced at the file in his hand but didn't reach for it. A small, almost playful smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Sending me abroad? Getting out of your way?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Chris's face darkened, his jaw tightening. "Isn't this the school you've always wanted to go to? Now you've got the chance..." "Chris Ashford!" she interrupted sharply, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. Without waiting for him to finish, Stephanie reached forward, snatched the envelope from his hand, and tore it apart. The pieces of the envelope scattered across the floor, and the last shred stuck to her hand. Without a second thought, she tossed it straight into Chris's face. His expression shifted, the warmth draining from his eyes. Stephanie didn't spare him another glance. "Postpone he wedding? Don't bother. It's canceled." She let the words hang in the air, the finality of them cutting through the room. Postponing? She couldn't bring herself to consider it. Canceling would be easier. Chapter 2 Ditching The Fiancé Chris's face shifted in disbelief, his brows knitting together as the weight of Stephanie's words hit him. He stared at her, utterly stunned by her coldness. 'Cancel the wedding? Is she... crazy?' Chris's mind raced, countless thoughts swirling, but they all crumbled in the face of her icy indifference. His voice faltered slightly as he tried to explain, "She's sick. Once she recovers, she'll leave, and we'll have a bigger wedding." Stephanie's lips curled into a sneer, her voice frigid. "Is she sick, or is she pregnant?" The moment her words hung in the air, the air stiffened, like the weight of her question was too much to bear. Chris's eyes darkened, his voice low as he asked, "What do you know?" Stephanie didn't answer immediately. She leaned back in her chair, her tone cool as she replied, "You and she were so open about being at the hospital, in the gynecology department." A mocking smile tugged at her lips. Her voice was biting, filled with frost. "Now, you're talking to me about a bigger wedding. Don't you think that's ironic?" They were supposed to marry in just a week. The thought of it, mixed with everything else, made something inside Stephanie crumble. He made another woman pregnant, and now he was here talking about the wedding with Stephanie. 'Is he really playing both sides to her face? Thinking I won't cut him off?' Stephanie's eyes were steely, her resolve unshakable. Chris's face grew even darker, his voice hushed, almost desperate. "She's not pregnant. She's sick." Stephanie's gaze was unwavering, cold as ice. "Sick? And you're the one taking her to the hospital? Am I missing something?" Her question hung in the air, sharp and unforgiving. Chris's expression darkened further, and his fingers absently traced the edge of the desk. Stephanie couldn't bear to look at him any longer. She stood up and walked to the door. As she moved, her voice was cold, the words dripping with mockery. "Now that she's here, she might as well stay. After all, she still has a debt to settle here in Long Harbor, and I'm sure it'll take long." Two years of building a relationship, of calm affection, seemed to collapse in an instant. Chris had severed his ties with Olivia, but now Stephanie was doing it too, tearing apart what little remained... Her heart was filled with cold resolve, and she wasn't looking back. Relationships took work from both sides. There was no point in one person doing all the labor. Stephanie's heart was heavy with disappointment, but also fierce with anger. Chris's voice became hard, carrying a hint of warning. "Don't make things difficult for her!" Stephanie's hand rested on the doorknob, her expression unreadable. Chris gritted his teeth, voice barely above a growl. "You sure you want to cancel the wedding? Do you really think the Hart family would bail you out?" The Hart family. The mention of them made Stephanie's eyes grow even colder, like a chill had settled deep in her bones. The Harts were a group of people who couldn't tell friend from foe. Stephanie had known for a long time that they were not her safety net, but it didn't matter. The Hart family was her bloodline, but it was also where Olivia had grown up. Years ago, Olivia's biological mother had worked as a maid for the Hart family. Both she and Stephanie's mother, Mrs. Hart, had been pregnant at the same time. Because her unreliable, gambling husband couldn't provide, Olivia's birth mother had hoped her child would have a better life. So, she switched babies at the hospital after giving birth. Olivia's birth mother was heartless. After taking Stephanie away, she never had plans of raising her. She simply throw the baby girl away like trash. She kept working as a maid at the Hart family, watching her biological daughter live a privileged life while she stayed by her side. Three years ago, Mrs. Hart had a car accident, and the truth came out. The hospital revealed that Olivia wasn't her biological daughter. The shocking secret stunned the entire family. A search began for the real heiress. They eventually found Stephanie, but through the entire process, they always favored Olivia, the one they had raised. Chris wasn't entirely wrong. If Stephanie called off the engagement, she would have nowhere to go because the Hart family would never accept her. Chris stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. "Once she's better, I'll send her away, alright?" His voice softened, almost as if he were trying to calm her. Stephanie looked at him, her eyes cold. She slowly pulled her hand away. "Stefi... " Chris inhaled sharply, his face growing even darker. Stephanie didn't bother saying another word. She turned and walked out of the office. The sound of her high heels echoed in the hallway as she walked away, head held high. Chris, who was always admired by everyone, was so furious his head felt like it was going to explode. He couldn't believe that Stephanie would actually cancel their wedding. Everyone had seen how committed she'd been to him these past two years. With that thought, Chris didn't chase after her. Instead, he slammed the door shut with a loud 'bang.' * The secretarial department buzzed with whispers as the loud noise echoed down the hall. Each person had their own thoughts. Two years ago, the gossip about Stephanie and Chris had caused quite the stir. Back then, everyone assumed Stephanie was trying to steal him away from Olivia. Now that Olivia was back, people were eagerly waiting to see what drama would unfold. One employee leaned toward another, whispering, "Miss Hart is back. About time. Stephanie totally deserves this!" Another scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Exactly. Two years ago, Miss Hart was practically forced out by her. What's stolen always comes back." Just as Stephanie walked past, she overheard them. She glanced toward the source of the gossip. Stephanie clicked her heels sharply as she walked directly toward them. Caught off guard, the two women quickly fell silent, eyes wide with fear. Without a word, Stephanie reached out, gripping one of their chins and tilting her head back. The secretary was pretty—stunning, even. But the moment their eyes locked, the young woman froze, visibly shaken by the intensity of Stephanie's gaze. "Miss... Miss Giovanni," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. Stephanie's eyes narrowed. "Enjoying my gossip that much?" The young woman's face drained of color. "No... no, I didn't—" Stephanie released her with a look of contempt. Then, she swept her gaze over the entire department, her eyes like ice. Everyone quickly lowered their heads, afraid to make a sound. Chapter 3 A Humiliating Fall As soon as Stephanie stepped out of the building, she saw Olivia getting out of a car. Chris's assistant, Kevin Wright, opened the door for her. She handed him several shopping bags. "Give these to the secretaries," she instructed with a graceful nod. Her posture exuded authority, like she owned the place. Kevin took the bags with a respectful nod. "Thank you, Miss Hart." Olivia gave a soft smile before turning, her eyes locking with Stephanie's across the parking lot. Stephanie narrowed her gaze. Olivia paused, then walked toward her. "Stefi." Her voice was sweet, almost like a kind big sister. When Stephanie had first been brought into the Hart family, they'd mentioned that Olivia was only an hour older than her. Stephanie knew that sweet tone was for Kevin's benefit. And, the challenge in Olivia's eyes was unmistakable. As Olivia got closer, her voice dropped, almost a whisper. "You're his fiancée, but he wants me here in his workplace. Tell me, what does that mean?" Stephanie's expression didn't shift. She stayed silent. After a beat, she scoffed. "I'm his fiancée. And as long as I want, I can visit here and even the Ashford family anytime. You where else can you go except here? Oh, right—meeting in the darkness like rats doesn't count." Olivia's face flickered with a mix of surprise and irritation. She quickly smoothed over the smugness, but her eyes narrowed with cold fury. It was clear—Olivia couldn't go to the Ashford family. Too many old-fashioned relatives there would never accept her. Stephanie couldn't help feeling a rush of satisfaction as she saw Olivia's discomfort. Olivia shot her a glare, her voice sharp. "Don't get too comfortable. As long as I'm around, you'll never marry him." Stephanie gave a slight smile, her tone unaffected. She brushed imaginary dust off her shoulder. "The world doesn't revolve around him. I don't need to marry him." In truth, Stephanie had known from the start that Chris's heart belonged to someone else. Walking away from him had always been the right choice. Some things just couldn't wait. Stephanie knew it was time to move fast. Olivia's face stiffened. "What do you mean?" She stared at Stephanie, completely thrown off, unable to process what was happening. She had always believed Stephanie was hopelessly in love with Chris. She could still remember how fiercely they had fought over him two years ago. But now, to see Stephanie acting so indifferent—it made Olivia think that maybe it was all just a front. Stephanie raised an eyebrow. "I mean exactly what I said. If I lose Chris, I can move on and find someone else. But you? He's the only guy who will ever marry you, and you won't even get a grand wedding. Honestly, I almost feel sorry for you." Olivia's face, already pale with anger, drained white with fury. Stephanie secretly enjoyed seeing Olivia's confidence crumble. She didn't understand why Olivia had the nerve to provoke her today—maybe she had forgotten the bitter lesson from two years ago. Not wanting to waste any more time, Stephanie turned to leave. But just as she was about to walk away, Olivia suddenly grabbed her wrist. "Stefi, I'm just back in town to see a doctor." She put on her most pitiful expression and added, "I don't want to come between you and Chris. Please don't get me wrong, okay?" "Let go of me," Stephanie said. Her face twisted in disgust as Olivia touched her wrist. She tried to pull away, but Olivia yanked her hand back forcefully. Slap—the sound echoed, like a piece of fat falling from a great height. Clearly, it wasn't a gentle drop. Stephanie rolled her eyes, barely registering what had just happened. But then, from a distance, she heard Chris's enraged voice. "Stephanie!" Finally, it clicked for Stephanie—the drama queen was just putting on a show for her favorite audience. Stephanie glanced down at Olivia, still acting her part, before looking over at the nearby fountain. A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she stalked toward Olivia, grabbing her hair in one quick motion. Olivia screamed in pain, "Ah—!" With a sharp jerk, Stephanie dunked Olivia's head into the icy cold water. The shock of the freezing water hit Olivia like a ton of bricks, and she began to thrash around in panic. But Stephanie was relentless, her grip firm as she held Olivia under. If Olivia wanted to play the victim and make her look bad, Stephanie was more than willing to give her a performance she wouldn't forget. "Help! Ah—!" Olivia screamed as Stephanie briefly pulled her up for air. Before Olivia could even take a full breath, Stephanie shoved her head back into the water. Chris, now running toward them, finally reached the scene and shouted, "Stephanie, stop!" Olivia, gasping and choking, felt like her lungs were about to explode. Her hands flailed wildly. Chris reached them, shoved Stephanie aside, and pulled Olivia out of the water. Olivia, drenched and coughing violently, struggled to speak. Chris, full of concern, looked at her. "Are you okay?" Olivia gasped for air, her chest burning. "I... I... wheeze." Her eyes were cloudy with pain, and she was barely able to form words. Chris's expression hardened, his eyes narrowing as he glared at Stephanie. Stephanie, unfazed, took two swift steps forward and without hesitation, stomped down on Olivia's ankle. Olivia screamed in agony. "Argh—!" Chris roared, fury radiating off him. "Stephanie!" He shoved her away again, his hands shaking with rage. But Stephanie wasn't phased. She raised her small purse and threw it straight at Chris's head. The impact made Chris stagger back, momentarily dazed, but his rage only grew stronger. He couldn't believe how rude and brutal Stephanie had become. Before Chris could react, Stephanie lunged at Olivia again, kicking her in the leg. Olivia, already struggling from the water, felt a sharp pain shoot through her leg as it started to swell. Chapter 4 Blocking Catlin After the chaotic, mud-slinging fight, a crowd quickly gathered, eager to see how it would all play out. Kevin struggled to drag Stephanie away from the scene. Olivia's face contorted in pain, her eyes brimming with tears as she glanced at Chris. "Chris, I..." Chris's face twisted into a mask of rage. He barked at Kevin, still holding on to Stephanie. "Get her out of here—now!" Stephanie yanked at Kevin's grip, but he wasn't about to let go. It was the first time he'd realized just how strong she was—he could barely hold her back. "Come on, Miss Giovanni, let's go," Kevin urged. That's when Stephanie suddenly remembered something. "My bag! My bag," she rushed to say. The bag she'd used to hit Chris was lying next to him. In a fit of fury, Chris grabbed it and hurled it at her. Kevin snatched it out of the air just in time, shoving it into Stephanie's arms. "Got it, let's go." Finally, the chaos started to settle. Kevin managed to drag Stephanie to the car, planning to take her home, but she wouldn't have it. She didn't want to be anywhere near Chris—or anything related to him—so she drove off by herself. Chris, still dazed from the blow to his head, stood frozen for a moment. When his mind finally clicked back into place, his eyes landed on Olivia—her hair a mess and her leg swollen. His anger toward Stephanie flared up even more. Without hesitation, he scooped Olivia up into his arms. "I'm taking you to the hospital." Tears welled up in Olivia's eyes as she nodded weakly. She looked utterly broken. Seeing her like that, Kevin rushed to bring the car around. But when he reached the spot where they'd parked, the car was gone. "Miss Giovanni took the car," Kevin said, his voice full of frustration as he stood behind Chris. Kevin had planned to drive Stephanie, but she'd been quick—and now she was gone in the car. Chris's face darkened even more. Noticing Chris's growing frustration, Kevin quickly added, "I'll grab another car from the garage." Without waiting for a response, Kevin dashed off—he had to get the keys from the office first. * As Stephanie waited for the light to change, her phone buzzed. She picked it up and saw it was a call from her mother, Catlin Hart. Without wasting any time, Catlin snapped, "Come home tonight. We need to talk." Stephanie took a sip of water, her voice flat. "Can't. I'm busy." In reality, she wasn't busy at all, but she knew exactly what Catlin wanted to talk about—and she didn't want to hear it. Catlin's voice, now tinged with annoyance, cut through. "Busy? With what? You haven't even been trying with Chris." Stephanie felt a jolt of bitterness rise in her chest. She was Catlin's daughter, but there was no love in the relationship—Catlin didn't hate her, but affection was never there. "So you sent Olivia to take care of him instead?" Stephanie shot back. A brief silence hung on the line. Stephanie knew exactly what Catlin was after. Her fallout with Olivia two years ago was still fresh. If Olivia hadn't left back then, she'd probably be sitting in a jail cell right now. Now that Olivia was back, Chris and the Hart family were clearly worried Stephanie would stir things up again. Catlin must've realized she couldn't pretend anymore. Her voice softened slightly. "That's all in the past, Stephanie. You need to let it go." It was getting cold. The half-open window let in a sharp gust of wind, and Stephanie felt the chill sweep across her neck, biting into her skin. For a moment, she almost forgot the cold. She let out a bitter laugh, then spoke again, her voice laced with irony. "Catlin, I almost died in that car crash. It's only been three years. Remember what I looked like when they brought me back?" She'd spent two whole months in a hospital bed after they pulled her out. Olivia had been the mastermind behind the crash. She feared that if Stephanie returned to the Hart family, she'd take everything that was rightfully hers. The crash had been meant to end Stephanie's life, to make sure she never came back. Now, Catlin, Stephanie's own mother, was blaming her—the victim. Catlin's voice came through, cool and dismissive. "That wasn't her fault, Stephanie. Stop holding so much malice toward her." Stephanie tossed her empty water bottle into a nearby trash can, landing it perfectly. She took a deep breath, her voice snapping out, fast and sharp. "She says I'm malicious toward her, and you believe her? If you trust her so much, why do you still need me, your own daughter? "Just pretend I'm not your daughter, okay? Or better yet, I'll block your number right now." Catlin was fuming now, "Stephanie! Can't you just calm down? You always lose it when we talk about this!" Every time Olivia came up, this was how it went, and Catlin was beyond fed up. After more scolding, Catlin finally got to the real point, her tone changing as if she had a trump card ready. She said, pitifully, "You've always had issues with Olivia, but that's in the past now. You need to change your attitude. She's sick, Stephanie. Really sick." Stephanie snorted. "She's sick, so I'm supposed to delay my wedding to Chris, and Chris has to keep taking care of her, right?" Stephanie didn't care about Chris, but the humiliation she felt was undeniable. Now Catlin's argument sounded even more absurd, and Stephanie couldn't help but throw in a cutting remark. Catlin's anger flared. "She and Chris grew up together. She's can't hang on much longer without him." Then, as if she could read Stephanie's mind, she softened. "Don't worry, Stephanie. In the end, Chris will marry you. For now, let's focus on Olivia's illness, okay?" Stephanie nearly rolled her eyes. They were treating Olivia like a queen, and now they wanted her to step aside too. She was so close to losing it. Catlin noticed her silence. "Did you hear me?" Stephanie just felt nauseous. The more Catlin spoke, the worse she felt. Too tired to argue, she hung up. And, just like that, she blocked Catlin's number. Truth be told, she'd blocked Catlin countless times before. But somehow, every time, Catlin's number mysteriously unblocked itself without explanation. Chapter 5 Dealing With The Fornicators Stephanie made her way back to Cloudridge Valley, the place that still felt like home. As soon as she stepped into the elevator lobby, she spotted Ella sitting on the couch, looking up from her phone. When Ella saw her, she shot up and rushed over, pulling her into a hug. "Girl, all men are pigs. Tomorrow, I'll introduce you to someone way better." Stephanie gave a tired nod. "Sure." Ella expected Stephanie to lash out, but instead, she seemed strangely calm—like the whole thing with Chris hadn't even fazed her. Ella pulled back, giving her a quick once-over. When she noticed bloodstains on Stephanie's clothes, her eyes widened. "Wait, what? That's blood? Did you get hurt?" She rushed over to check. Stephanie glanced down and saw a few spots of blood on her beige coat. With a nonchalant smile, she shrugged. "Easy. They're not mine." Ella blinked, confused. "Whose is it, then?" Her voice was laced with concern. Stephanie replied coolly, "Don't know. Maybe Olivia's or Chris's." Ella's eyes went wide. "What?" Stephanie, noticing the worry in her friend's face, casually explained, "Yeah. I taught Olivia and Chris a lesson." Ella's eyebrows twitched when she heard Stephanie's calm response. She was in awe of how efficiently Stephanie had handled everything. Ella had just run into Chris and Olivia at the hospital that morning and told Stephanie about it. Now, not even half a day had passed, and Stephanie had already dealt with them. She couldn't help giving her a thumbs-up. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she teased, "I know a short fuse can get you in trouble, but when it comes to jerks like them, you need a temper like yours." What those two had done was outrageous—so much so that even Ella couldn't hold back her anger. And she wasn't the one who'd been betrayed. Ella had thought Stephanie would cry and whine about Olivia, but instead, she didn't shed a tear. She'd taken action and handled things herself. Ella didn't fully get how Stephanie had pulled it off, but she was glad to see her handling it so well. She knew Stephanie wasn't usually this fiery—it was just that Olivia had a way of pushing her buttons, making her lose control. Ella glanced at her phone, a playful gleam in her eyes. "Don't head upstairs just yet. Let's grab something to eat. It's already past noon." Stephanie nodded. "You took the afternoon off?" Ella flashed a grin. "Nuh, I left early. Still gotta to get back to work after lunch." With Stephanie's wedding coming up in just a week, and everything going on, Ella worried she might start overthinking things. They wandered around the street for a while before heading into a nearby restaurant. Stephanie struggled with her steak, poking at it as she muttered, "Let's not get this next time. It doesn't taste that great." She wasn't a fan of bland food—Ella knew that well. Ella, on the other hand, was devouring her meal, not even slowing down to chew properly. She mumbled between bites, "I don't have time for that today, but I'll take you to a Mexican place next time." Lunch during the workday was usually quick and no-nonsense for most people. Ella paused for a second, swallowed, then asked, "So what's the plan with Chris?" At the mention of his name, Stephanie's steak suddenly tasted even worse. She put down her knife and fork with a sigh, wiping her mouth before turning to Ella. "Can you help me issue a statement? I want to announce that we're canceling the wedding." Ella froze. Her fork hovered in mid-air as she processed the request. After a beat, she asked, "Your families are okay with this?" She could hardly believe it. Just hours ago, Stephanie was dealing with Olivia, and now she was already making moves with the families? Stephanie shrugged, the casualness in her voice at odds with the weight of what she was saying. "I don't need their approval." Ella raised an eyebrow, surprised by the response. But after a moment of thought, she realized it made sense. That was the truth. They didn't need anyone's approval. The engagement with Chris had never really been Stephanie's choice in the first place. The Ashford family knew Olivia wasn't really the Hart family's biological daughter—she was born to a maid, a secret they'd kept hidden for years. The Ashfords had wanted to call off the engagement from the start. But the Hart family had been desperate. They relied on the Ashfords for several major business deals, and losing that connection could be disastrous. So, Catlin and Chad Hart had quietly arranged everything with Stephanie. Two years ago, when Stephanie and Olivia had fallen out, Chris had unexpectedly stood by Stephanie's side—a major shift from his usual behavior. After Olivia was sent away, Chris had pampered Stephanie, treating her like she was the most important person in the world. Back then, Stephanie thought he'd finally seen through Olivia's true colors. But now, Chris's shift back toward Olivia made it crystal clear. Two years ago, he had been kind to her only to keep her close, in line. After all, Stephanie had sworn to put Olivia behind bars, and she had the evidence to make that happen. Ella immediately grasped the complexity of the situation and muttered under her breath, "He's a total jerk." She paused for a moment, a confused frown creasing her forehead. "Wait, you knew exactly what kind of guy Chris was two years ago, right? So why the hell did you agree to get engaged to him? "And today... you went and tried on wedding dresses? Were you really planning to marry him in a week?" Ella's voice was a mix of disbelief and frustration. Stephanie didn't answer right away. When Ella asked why, her gaze dropped, and for a brief moment, her eyes seemed to darken. Why? Stephanie didn't really know. Maybe it was because they both had something to gain, or maybe they both had their own hidden agendas. In the end, Stephanie just waved her hand dismissively and muttered, "Enough with this. Just make sure to include the pictures of him and Olivia at the hospital when you post the statement." Ella noticed that Stephanie wasn't in the mood to elaborate, so she let it go. What mattered more to her was how Stephanie felt about all of this. Once she realized that Stephanie wasn't as in love with Chris as everyone had assumed, her worries started to ease. Ella thought for a moment, then gave a determined nod. "Alright, I'll post it right now." She grabbed her phone with purpose. Ella had once been a professional reporter for a major newspaper, and she still ran several accounts with millions of followers. The Ashford family was one of the top elite families in Long Harbor, so Chris's wedding had been under constant public scrutiny. Ella wasn't about to let this slip through her fingers. She carefully crafted the announcement, making sure to get every detail right. She knew that if she didn't handle this carefully, Stephanie could end up taking all the heat. Half an hour later, the internet exploded. The first story quickly took over the local headlines: "The Hart family's adopted daughter returning, spotted with the Ashford heir at a hospital." Another one followed shortly after: "Miss Hart announces cancellation of wedding to Mr. Ashford!" These two stories took over the local news, throwing the spotlight back on the scandal from two years ago—the adopted daughter and the real heiress. People hadn't forgotten the drama, and now, it was being thrust back into the public eye. Almost immediately, Stephanie's phone started ringing off the hook. Chapter 6 Black Card Ella watched as the screen of Stephanie's phone flickered, the constant barrage of calls taking its toll. In just a few minutes, the phone had been ringing nonstop. Ella couldn't help but suggest, "Why don't you just turn it off?" Stephanie glanced at the phone, frustrated. Blocking the numbers wasn't doing much anymore—every call was from an unknown number. Stephanie didn't even need to answer to know that Catlin was behind this, probably calling from one of their maids' phones. She sighed, clearly irritated. Ella was right. Stephanie accepted her advice and turned off the phone. But Catlin's punishment didn't stop there. Stephanie stayed with Ella for a while, trying to calm down. After a few moments, they both got ready to leave. When it was time to pay, the waitress walked over with a strange expression, hesitating slightly before saying, "Sorry, Miss, your card was declined." Stephanie's eyes flickered to the card she had grabbed randomly from her wallet. She remembered—it was the one Catlin had given her when she first returned to the Hart family, years ago. Back then, she hadn't wanted it, but Catlin had insisted. Now, the card wouldn't go through. Ella, noticing the exchange, quickly pieced things together. "Anything wrong?" Stephanie sighed deeply. "Catlin froze my card." Ella's lips twitched in disbelief. "Because of Olivia? What kind of mother does that to her own daughter?" Ella couldn't hide her disgust. She was appalled by how some people would treat their children this way. Stephanie gave a nonchalant smile, clearly used to this. "It's not the first time." Ella gently pushed Stephanie's hand away from the card. "Let me." Without waiting for a response, she pulled her own card from her bag and handed it to the waitress. Stephanie immediately protested. "No, I got this." But Ella insisted, her tone firm, and the waitress walked away with the card. Once they were back in the car, Ella was fuming. "I'll transfer $50,000 to you. Don't let them push you around." Stephanie felt a warmth spread through her. For once, someone was standing up for her. She sighed, trying to brush it off. "It's okay, I really do have the money for myself." Ella shot her a skeptical look. "How? You don't even have a job. The Hart family's a bunch of animals. I'm going to give them a piece of my mind." Ella's anger was practically radiating off her. Stephanie paused, thinking carefully, and then decided to come clean. "I really do have money. Well, it's a long story." She hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. The truth wasn't exactly simple. Despite spending the last couple of years with Chris, she wasn't entirely dependent on him or the Hart family. Ella waved her off, unimpressed. "Fine, I trust you, but take this 50,000 anyway." Stephanie's been with Chris these past few years. Any money she has is probably from the Hart family. She couldn't have real cash. Ella couldn't shake her doubts. Stephanie, practically begging her to stop insisting, said, "Really, I don't need it." Ella shot back, "I'm just saying..." No matter how much Stephanie argued, Ella was determined to believe she didn't have anything of her own. Finally, to prove her wrong, Stephanie dragged Ella to a mall and bought a bunch of things worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. Ella's disbelief began to fade. When she saw the black card Stephanie had used, her eyes widened in surprise. "Where'd you get this black card? Who gave it to you? Chris?" Now, the only person Ella could imagine giving her a card like that was Chris. Stephanie stared at the card she had pulled out earlier, her mind momentarily blank. A wave of emotion surged through her as memories flooded back. She swallowed before answering, "Chris? No way." Chris had never been that generous with her. Ella's eyes widened, and she quickly asked, "Then who gave it to you?" Since it wasn't Chris, and it couldn't possibly be from the Hart family. Ella's mind started racing. She worried that her friend might be involved in something illegal or mixed up with shady people. "Who is this generous guy?" Ella asked, tapping her chin thoughtfully, a playful but concerned look on her face. A soft, distant expression crossed Stephanie's eyes as she thought about the owner of the card, but she didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed Ella's hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Let's go." Without saying anything else, they walked out of the mall together, their bags in hand. *** After parting ways with Ella, Stephanie made her way back to Cloudridge Valley. She'd barely stepped through the door when she ran straight into Chris, who was standing in her way, blocking her entrance. Chris looked furious. He glanced at his watch, irritation radiating from him. He'd been waiting for two full hours. "Why did you turn off your phone?" His voice was tight with anger. Stephanie shot back with a clipped, "It was annoying." A month ago, Chris hadn't cared about her well-being at all. But today, all of a sudden, he was bombarding her with calls—because of Olivia, no less. Stephanie reached for her keys to open the door, but before she could even unlock it, Chris grabbed her wrist. "Stephanie!" His voice was low and forceful. She glared at him, her eyes cold as ice. With a sneer, she bit back, "Your true love's in the hospital with no one by her side. How pathetic." The mention of "true love" hit a nerve with Chris, only fueling his anger. His grip on her wrist tightened as his teeth clenched in frustration. "We need to talk," he growled. Stephanie didn't even flinch. "No need." With one swift motion, she yanked her wrist free and tried to slam the door in his face. But Chris was faster than she expected, his arm shooting out to stop the door from closing. In the blink of an eye, he was about to push his way inside when Stephanie kicked out, aiming straight for his groin. Chris hadn't anticipated the force of her kick. He stumbled back, shocked, and yelled, "You vicious woman!" He twisted his body just in time to avoid the hit, but it pulled his arm out of the doorframe. That was enough for Stephanie to try and slam the door again. Chris was quicker this time. He grabbed the door just before it slammed shut and shoved his way inside. Stephanie glared at him, her voice as frosty as her expression. "I suggest you leave now." Chris was panting with anger, his words dripping with venom. "I swear you'll regret this." For the first time, Stephanie let her true violent side show. She was nothing like the delicate, obedient woman Chris had once known. Chapter 7 Where Did She Get The Money? Chris walked over to the couch and sat down, pulling out a cigarette from the pack as though it was second nature. But before he could light it, Stephanie stepped forward without hesitation, snatched it from his hand, and tossed it into the trash. Chris's face darkened immediately. "What the hell are you doing?" This was the first time anyone had dared treat him this rudely—especially a woman. When he was with Olivia, no matter what he wanted, Olivia never questioned him. She just went along with whatever he said or did. Stephanie clapped her hands together and shut the trash can lid with a soft thud. "Sorry, I just don't like the smell." Chris stood frozen, his mouth hanging slightly open as if he hadn't fully processed what had just happened. Countless memories of Stephanie's gentle side flashed through his mind, but they all shattered when he saw the cold, indifferent expression on her face. In the end, Chris decided to let it go—for now. His thoughts drifted to the two major news stories that had broken that morning. The Ashford family's phone lines were probably about to get flooded. His tone softened, almost as if he were trying a new approach. "The news today... was it Ella who sent it out?" When Stephanie had first mentioned calling off the wedding, Chris hadn't believed her at all. He'd just thought it was another tantrum. But this time? It seemed like she had actually gone too far. Stephanie didn't answer. She walked over to the fridge, pulled out a small piece of cake, and started eating it as if the conversation didn't matter anymore. Stephanie hadn't eaten enough during her steak meal at lunch, and after two hours of shopping with Ella, her stomach was practically growling. Chris watched her, his frustration bubbling up. She acted like he wasn't even there, and it was pushing him to the edge. He reached for the fridge door and shut it with a slight thud. "The wedding's supposed to be between the two of us," he said, his voice tight with annoyance. "Why do you have to make it a public spectacle?" He could deal with her venting in private, but this drama she was stirring up in front of everyone? That was another story. Chris paused for a moment, his mind spinning as he tried to find a reason to forgive her, something, anything, to make sense of it all. Suddenly, Stephanie let out a small laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Are you serious? Do you really think the wedding is just between the two of us?" If only it were that simple. She almost wished it were. Things would be so much easier. Stephanie shot him a cold, dismissive look and added, "Either way, even if I keep it quiet, someone else will spill the beans. It's better if I take control of the narrative." Chris froze. He immediately understood who "someone" was. He couldn't help himself. "You shouldn't always think so badly of Olivia," he said, his tone defensive. Stephanie smirked and took a spoonful of cake, popping it into her mouth like she didn't have a care in the world. "If she wasn't so bad, why'd you have to kick her out of the country for protection two years ago?" Chris immediately clamped his mouth shut. His face flushed red, like someone who had just swallowed a fly. The events of two years ago were a sore spot for him—a part of his past he rarely mentioned. He had almost buried it completely. But now, with Stephanie bringing it up again, his expression darkened. "That was different," he muttered through clenched teeth. "You were relentless back then. If Olivia hadn't left, I'm afraid you would've really sent her to prison." Stephanie took another leisurely bite of cake, barely looking at him. "Yeah, I would've." Chris's face turned darker with anger, but he was careful not to let it show too much. He couldn't lose his temper now—not yet. Thinking back to everything that had happened, he couldn't help feeling disgusted by Stephanie. It was because of her constant outbursts that she was stuck in this mess with the Hart family. But then he reminded himself—now wasn't the time to press her. He still needed the wedding to happen. Chris's expression softened slightly, trying to regain some control over the situation. "Olivia's just sick. Once she gets better, we'll send her away." Stephanie gave him a cold, piercing glance but didn't say a word. Chris continued, pushing his point. "Your parents won't let you keep causing a scene. If this keeps up, it'll only make your life harder." He knew exactly how much leverage the Hart family had over her. He could already predict it—if things had gone as expected, her card was probably frozen by now. Looking around the house, Chris shifted the conversation. "How long's the rent on this place been paid? When's the next payment due?" He remembered that this house was one Stephanie had rented after leaving the Hart family. Cloudridge Valley wasn't cheap. The unit she was living in probably cost at least ten thousand a month. His point was clear: She didn't have the luxury of acting on a whim. Unexpectedly, Stephanie, still holding her spoon, leaned back in her chair and replied, "You should leave now." Chris's eyes narrowed, his face darkening even further. Before he could say anything else, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He glanced at the screen. It was Olivia calling. Without moving away from Stephanie, he answered. "Olivia." Stephanie had more or less figured out Chris's mindset. He probably believed that in a marriage, the person who needed help had no right to demand respect. But she also thought Chris was incredibly dim-witted. He claimed not to want to break up with her, but here he was, shamelessly answering calls from a third party right in front of her. This time, as she started to cause a scene, Chris's true nature was exposed. For two years, he'd been wearing a facade, but now, in front of her, he had just ripped it off. She didn't catch what was said on the other end of the line, but Chris stood up, his face stiff. "Don't worry, I'll be there soon." After hanging up, he finally turned to face her. His eyes flicked over her face, which was neither a smile nor a sneer. He sighed, his tone sharper. "What I said earlier—think it over. No matter how much of a scene you make, you can't steal the spotlight. Everyone will be focused on Olivia's illness right now." His attitude was clear: he was warning her that causing a spectacle was pointless. Stephanie didn't respond. Instead, she walked over to the entrance, casually picking up the shopping bags she'd gotten with Ella earlier. The bags were all from high-end brands, the kind that screamed luxury. Chris stared at them for a moment, his brow furrowing in confusion. He double-checked, hesitated, then asked, "You still have money to go shopping?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and curiosity. He'd assumed the Hart family would punish her for causing trouble, but these bags seemed to tell a very different story. He knew all too well how the Hart family operated. Every time Stephanie stepped out of line, they'd freeze her credit card for ten days—or even half a month—just to remind her that she depended on them. If they cut her off, she'd have nothing. Stephanie shot him a look, her expression unfazed. "Yeah, I've got money to shop. What's the problem? Call the police, arrest me if you want." Chris blinked, completely taken aback. 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2,706,884	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2706883}'	No	2025-02-28 00:30	active	2651	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"Francesca! Francesca, what are you … I mean … Francesca, how … how did you know?" Mark stuttered. "You are the lowest of the low, Mark Kirwan." She spoke in a cold, clear voice. It took her husband by surprise and he lowered his gaze, unable to meet her contemptuous stare. "How dare you treat me like dirt? How dare you come from that bimbo's bed to mine?" "Francesca, stop that," Mark snapped. "You. Don’t you tell me what to do. You liar. You sly prick. I never want to see you again." ———————— ‘I’ll ring tonight.’ Mark leaned over, pecked her perfunctorily on the cheek, got out and took his luggage from the back of the car. He didn’t look back or wave as he strode towards Departures. He’d overdone the aftershave a bit, Francesca thought as she eased herself over to the driver’s side and adjusted the seat to accommodate her shorter length. Mark spent more time on planes than he did at home. She shook her head. The joys of being an international banker. Mark glanced at his watch as he hurried towards the automatic doors to Departures. His eyes raked the monitors looking for his flight number. Delayed. Mark heaved a sigh of relief … there was a God. For the first time that morning he felt his tension ease. He was here now. He hadn’t missed the flight. He hurried over to the information desk to collect his ticket, anxious to get to Check-in. ‘Would Mr Mark Kirwan pick up a courtesy telephone, please. Mr Mark Kirwan please pick up a courtesy telephone.’ The Tannoy message echoed through Departures. Mark grinned. He knew exactly who was at the other end of the phone. Francesca leaned across the dashboard to switch the CD player on and cursed as she saw Mark’s mobile phone plugged into the recharger. He’d go ballistic without his phone. He’d been in such a tizzy this morning. It was most unusual for him, he was usually so organized about things. She sped back in a semicircle. Maybe, if the security man was sympathetic, she could park on the double yellows outside Departures and catch Mark before he went airside. She saw an airport policeman and breathlessly explained the problem to him, waving Mark’s phone to emphasize the urgency of the situation. ‘That’s OK, go on. Try not to be too long,’ the policeman said kindly as a Tannoy announcement declared that Departures was a set-down area only. Francesca gave a wry smile and ran. What was the Check-in-desk number for Brussels? She was about to stand back to look up at the big monitors when by chance she glanced over at the escalators and saw her husband’s tawny head disappear from view. Relief flooded her. Great! She called his name but he didn’t hear her. What on earth was he going downstairs to Arrivals for? she thought, perplexed, as she made her way over to the escalators. She could see Mark at the very end and was about to step on the escalator herself and call his name when her eyes widened in shock and her voice caught in her throat. A young woman had stepped forward to greet him and, to Francesca’s absolute horror, Mark wrapped his arms around her and pecked her ardently. FRANCESCA FELT THE blood drain from her face. Her heart lurched sickeningly. It was as though someone had just punched her hard in the solar plexus. She couldn’t breathe. You’re dreaming, she told herself, incredulously. She looked down again. No! It was no dream. Mark and the young woman were moving away, talking and laughing animatedly. Fear gripped Francesca. What was going on? She vaguely remembered the glamorous brunette. She worked in the Acquisitions and Mergers department of Mark’s bank. She’d seen her at a few functions but hadn’t taken much notice of her. She couldn’t remember her name. Hesitantly, she moved towards the stairs that paralleled the escalators. She took a few steps down and saw Mark and the woman striding purposefully along. They weren’t checking in for a flight to Brussels. They seemed to be heading for Area 9, the Check-in area for domestic flights. She shadowed them, loitering in O’Brien’s Sandwich Bar until they had checked in and sauntered towards their boarding area, obviously now in no rush. Francesca walked past the small queue at the desk and looked at the flight destination. Cork. Mark and the woman were on their way to Cork and she knew exactly where they were going. How could he? How could he have an affair and bring his tart to the hotel that he’d taken Francesca to, just a few weeks ago, to celebrate her fortieth birthday? But he couldn’t be having an affair. It wasn’t possible, she thought frantically, not knowing what to do. Should she follow them and confront them? She felt sick. She started to shake as shock set in. Taking a deep breath Francesca turned and retraced her steps. She needed to get to the car, needed to be alone to try and make sense of this nightmare that her life had suddenly become. Why was this happening to her? To them? How could one’s life be flowing along smoothly one minute and the next be an absolute catastrophe? How long had Mark been seeing this woman? Did he come from her bed to Francesca’s? The thought made her feel nauseous. How had he been able to keep it from her? What did this mean for their marriage? How could she tell the boys that their father was a philanderer? What was she going to do? Francesca's phone rang, Mark’s voice came tetchily down the line. ‘Francesca, it’s me. I wish you’d bring your phone with you and keep it switched on. I’ve left mine in the car, make sure to take it with you before you leave it in for a service. I won’t be able to take calls and I’ll be late getting back to the apartment so I’ll call you later. Bye.’ Francesca stared at the phone in disbelief. How dare he leave a message like that for her? How dare he rebuke her for not having her phone, he who had left his own phone in the car, and then how double dare he lie to her? Late back to the apartment. The apartment was in Brussels and he was phoning her on his way to Cork! ‘That’s it, Mark Kirwan. You’ve played me for a fool once too often. By God, that’s the end of it.’ She raced upstairs in a fury and pulled two large suitcases from the top shelf of the walk-in closet. Suits, jumpers, tracksuits, underwear, including the giveaway Calvin Kleins, went higgledy-piggledy into the cases. Shoes, trainers, anything that she could find, were dumped in until the cases were bulging at the seams. She struggled to close the zips, but her anger gave her strength and finally the cases were fastened. She inhaled deeply like a runner who has just finished a gruelling race. Her jaw jutted with a determined set. Her eyes were uncharacteristically hard. Her anger was mounting by the minute. It was time her husband found out that their marriage was well and truly over. And he was going to find out personally, from her, before this day was out. THE TRAFFIC HAD eased as she made her second journey to the airport in less than an hour. A quick phone call to the Oaklands Hotel had elicited the information that yes, Mr Mark Kirwan was booked in but had not yet checked in. The receptionist very obligingly gave her the room number when Francesca said that she’d call later. Another call to Aer Lingus strengthened her resolve when she learned that there was availability on the lunchtime flight to Cork and on the early-evening return flight. She could pay for her tickets by credit card and collect them at the airport. Francesca conducted the transaction in double-quick time. She was anxious to get under way. Now that she had decided on her course of action she was determined to carry it through. Francesca smiled at the receptionist. ‘Hello. I’m just dropping my boss’s luggage up to him in room 311. He’s expecting me. He’s checked in. Mark Kirwan?’ She looked expectantly at the smartly groomed redhead. ‘Yes, indeed. Mr and Mrs Kirwan checked in earlier. John can help you there.’ She nodded towards the young porter who was hefting the cases onto a luggage trolley. ‘John, suite 311, please,’ she instructed. The nerve of Mark! How dare he call his trollop Mrs Kirwan, how dare he dismiss Francesca’s right to the title so easily? she raged as she followed the porter into the lift. It glided silently to the third floor. ‘Just open the door, please, and put the cases inside,’ she said briskly, handing the young man a fiver. ‘Certainly, madam.’ The porter was delighted with his tip and inserted the key into the lock without further ado. With youthful vigour he deposited the cases in the hall, then departed swiftly, whistling to himself. Francesca eased the door shut and surveyed the scene. She could hear a woman’s laughter behind the door on the left-hand side. She took a deep breath, swallowed and opened the door. Mark and the woman looked over from where they were sitting, surprised. Surprise gave way to shock as Mark recognized Francesca. He paled and jumped to his feet as she walked over to the table. The woman’s eyes opened wide and her hand went to her mouth. ‘Francesca! Francesca, what are you … I mean … Francesca, how … how did you know?’ Mark stuttered as he pulled his robe tighter around him and tied the belt. Francesca stared at him. He looked so handsome and relaxed in the white towelling robe, his hair, still damp from his shower, curling against the collar. Up until now she hadn’t really believed what was happening. Had hoped against hope that it was all a big mistake. But there was no mistaking their intimacy. She was the outsider here. The shock was very physical. She felt quite dazed. It was an effort to pull herself together. But she had to. For her own pride. Pride was all that would get her through this. ‘You are the lowest of the low, Mark Kirwan.’ She spoke in a cold, clear voice. Surprisingly strong. It took her husband by surprise and he lowered his gaze, unable to meet her contemptuous stare. ‘I hope our sons haven’t inherited any of your sly, lying, cheating ways. How dare you treat me like dirt? How dare you come from that bimbo's bed to mine?’ She turned to Nikki and said icily, her eyes full of scorn, ‘Did he tell you that our marriage was over? That we weren’t making love any more? He lied. Or maybe he didn’t. Maybe you just don’t mind sharing a man. Well, I do. I have some self-respect. So you can have him … with pleasure. He’s obviously found his level in life and it’s pretty low.’ ‘Now just a minute.’ Nikki stood up, eyes glittering. She turned angrily to Mark. ‘I won’t have her say things like that about me.’ ‘Francesca, stop that,’ Mark snapped. She turned on him furiously. ‘You. 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2,706,912	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2706883}'	No	2025-02-28 00:30	active	2651	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	"Francesca! Francesca, what are you … I mean … Francesca, how … how did you know?" Mark stuttered. "You are the lowest of the low, Mark Kirwan." She spoke in a cold, clear voice. It took her husband by surprise and he lowered his gaze, unable to meet her contemptuous stare. "How dare you treat me like dirt? How dare you come from that bimbo's bed to mine?" "Francesca, stop that," Mark snapped. "You. Don’t you tell me what to do. You liar. You sly prick. I never want to see you again." ———————— ‘I’ll ring tonight.’ Mark leaned over, pecked her perfunctorily on the cheek, got out and took his luggage from the back of the car. He didn’t look back or wave as he strode towards Departures. He’d overdone the aftershave a bit, Francesca thought as she eased herself over to the driver’s side and adjusted the seat to accommodate her shorter length. Mark spent more time on planes than he did at home. She shook her head. The joys of being an international banker. Mark glanced at his watch as he hurried towards the automatic doors to Departures. His eyes raked the monitors looking for his flight number. Delayed. Mark heaved a sigh of relief … there was a God. For the first time that morning he felt his tension ease. He was here now. He hadn’t missed the flight. He hurried over to the information desk to collect his ticket, anxious to get to Check-in. ‘Would Mr Mark Kirwan pick up a courtesy telephone, please. Mr Mark Kirwan please pick up a courtesy telephone.’ The Tannoy message echoed through Departures. Mark grinned. He knew exactly who was at the other end of the phone. Francesca leaned across the dashboard to switch the CD player on and cursed as she saw Mark’s mobile phone plugged into the recharger. He’d go ballistic without his phone. He’d been in such a tizzy this morning. It was most unusual for him, he was usually so organized about things. She sped back in a semicircle. Maybe, if the security man was sympathetic, she could park on the double yellows outside Departures and catch Mark before he went airside. She saw an airport policeman and breathlessly explained the problem to him, waving Mark’s phone to emphasize the urgency of the situation. ‘That’s OK, go on. Try not to be too long,’ the policeman said kindly as a Tannoy announcement declared that Departures was a set-down area only. Francesca gave a wry smile and ran. What was the Check-in-desk number for Brussels? She was about to stand back to look up at the big monitors when by chance she glanced over at the escalators and saw her husband’s tawny head disappear from view. Relief flooded her. Great! She called his name but he didn’t hear her. What on earth was he going downstairs to Arrivals for? she thought, perplexed, as she made her way over to the escalators. She could see Mark at the very end and was about to step on the escalator herself and call his name when her eyes widened in shock and her voice caught in her throat. A young woman had stepped forward to greet him and, to Francesca’s absolute horror, Mark wrapped his arms around her and pecked her ardently. FRANCESCA FELT THE blood drain from her face. Her heart lurched sickeningly. It was as though someone had just punched her hard in the solar plexus. She couldn’t breathe. You’re dreaming, she told herself, incredulously. She looked down again. No! It was no dream. Mark and the young woman were moving away, talking and laughing animatedly. Fear gripped Francesca. What was going on? She vaguely remembered the glamorous brunette. She worked in the Acquisitions and Mergers department of Mark’s bank. She’d seen her at a few functions but hadn’t taken much notice of her. She couldn’t remember her name. Hesitantly, she moved towards the stairs that paralleled the escalators. She took a few steps down and saw Mark and the woman striding purposefully along. They weren’t checking in for a flight to Brussels. They seemed to be heading for Area 9, the Check-in area for domestic flights. She shadowed them, loitering in O’Brien’s Sandwich Bar until they had checked in and sauntered towards their boarding area, obviously now in no rush. Francesca walked past the small queue at the desk and looked at the flight destination. Cork. Mark and the woman were on their way to Cork and she knew exactly where they were going. How could he? How could he have an affair and bring his tart to the hotel that he’d taken Francesca to, just a few weeks ago, to celebrate her fortieth birthday? But he couldn’t be having an affair. It wasn’t possible, she thought frantically, not knowing what to do. Should she follow them and confront them? She felt sick. She started to shake as shock set in. Taking a deep breath Francesca turned and retraced her steps. She needed to get to the car, needed to be alone to try and make sense of this nightmare that her life had suddenly become. Why was this happening to her? To them? How could one’s life be flowing along smoothly one minute and the next be an absolute catastrophe? How long had Mark been seeing this woman? Did he come from her bed to Francesca’s? The thought made her feel nauseous. How had he been able to keep it from her? What did this mean for their marriage? How could she tell the boys that their father was a philanderer? What was she going to do? Francesca's phone rang, Mark’s voice came tetchily down the line. ‘Francesca, it’s me. I wish you’d bring your phone with you and keep it switched on. I’ve left mine in the car, make sure to take it with you before you leave it in for a service. I won’t be able to take calls and I’ll be late getting back to the apartment so I’ll call you later. Bye.’ Francesca stared at the phone in disbelief. How dare he leave a message like that for her? How dare he rebuke her for not having her phone, he who had left his own phone in the car, and then how double dare he lie to her? Late back to the apartment. The apartment was in Brussels and he was phoning her on his way to Cork! ‘That’s it, Mark Kirwan. You’ve played me for a fool once too often. By God, that’s the end of it.’ She raced upstairs in a fury and pulled two large suitcases from the top shelf of the walk-in closet. Suits, jumpers, tracksuits, underwear, including the giveaway Calvin Kleins, went higgledy-piggledy into the cases. Shoes, trainers, anything that she could find, were dumped in until the cases were bulging at the seams. She struggled to close the zips, but her anger gave her strength and finally the cases were fastened. She inhaled deeply like a runner who has just finished a gruelling race. Her jaw jutted with a determined set. Her eyes were uncharacteristically hard. Her anger was mounting by the minute. It was time her husband found out that their marriage was well and truly over. And he was going to find out personally, from her, before this day was out. THE TRAFFIC HAD eased as she made her second journey to the airport in less than an hour. A quick phone call to the Oaklands Hotel had elicited the information that yes, Mr Mark Kirwan was booked in but had not yet checked in. The receptionist very obligingly gave her the room number when Francesca said that she’d call later. Another call to Aer Lingus strengthened her resolve when she learned that there was availability on the lunchtime flight to Cork and on the early-evening return flight. She could pay for her tickets by credit card and collect them at the airport. Francesca conducted the transaction in double-quick time. She was anxious to get under way. Now that she had decided on her course of action she was determined to carry it through. Francesca smiled at the receptionist. ‘Hello. I’m just dropping my boss’s luggage up to him in room 311. He’s expecting me. He’s checked in. Mark Kirwan?’ She looked expectantly at the smartly groomed redhead. ‘Yes, indeed. Mr and Mrs Kirwan checked in earlier. John can help you there.’ She nodded towards the young porter who was hefting the cases onto a luggage trolley. ‘John, suite 311, please,’ she instructed. The nerve of Mark! How dare he call his trollop Mrs Kirwan, how dare he dismiss Francesca’s right to the title so easily? she raged as she followed the porter into the lift. It glided silently to the third floor. ‘Just open the door, please, and put the cases inside,’ she said briskly, handing the young man a fiver. ‘Certainly, madam.’ The porter was delighted with his tip and inserted the key into the lock without further ado. With youthful vigour he deposited the cases in the hall, then departed swiftly, whistling to himself. Francesca eased the door shut and surveyed the scene. She could hear a woman’s laughter behind the door on the left-hand side. She took a deep breath, swallowed and opened the door. Mark and the woman looked over from where they were sitting, surprised. Surprise gave way to shock as Mark recognized Francesca. He paled and jumped to his feet as she walked over to the table. The woman’s eyes opened wide and her hand went to her mouth. ‘Francesca! Francesca, what are you … I mean … Francesca, how … how did you know?’ Mark stuttered as he pulled his robe tighter around him and tied the belt. Francesca stared at him. He looked so handsome and relaxed in the white towelling robe, his hair, still damp from his shower, curling against the collar. Up until now she hadn’t really believed what was happening. Had hoped against hope that it was all a big mistake. But there was no mistaking their intimacy. She was the outsider here. The shock was very physical. She felt quite dazed. It was an effort to pull herself together. But she had to. For her own pride. Pride was all that would get her through this. ‘You are the lowest of the low, Mark Kirwan.’ She spoke in a cold, clear voice. Surprisingly strong. It took her husband by surprise and he lowered his gaze, unable to meet her contemptuous stare. ‘I hope our sons haven’t inherited any of your sly, lying, cheating ways. How dare you treat me like dirt? How dare you come from that bimbo's bed to mine?’ She turned to Nikki and said icily, her eyes full of scorn, ‘Did he tell you that our marriage was over? That we weren’t making love any more? He lied. Or maybe he didn’t. Maybe you just don’t mind sharing a man. Well, I do. I have some self-respect. So you can have him … with pleasure. He’s obviously found his level in life and it’s pretty low.’ ‘Now just a minute.’ Nikki stood up, eyes glittering. She turned angrily to Mark. ‘I won’t have her say things like that about me.’ ‘Francesca, stop that,’ Mark snapped. She turned on him furiously. ‘You. 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