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2,731,459	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-03-03 03:18	active	2747	🔞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. If I lied, she’d be able to see right through me. I was a terrible liar initially, but Nan could read me like a book. “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. Chapter 4 Judy’s POV “Mr. Landry,” the receptionist said, quickly standing to her feet. She suddenly seemed disheveled, and I wanted to smirk with satisfaction, but I kept it held in. “I asked you a question, Laura,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her. “What gives you the right to send away guests? You know the protocol. You are to call my office, and I am the one who decides whether or not I will see them or not. Not you.” She swallowed and glanced at the ground as if staring directly at him physically hurt her. “Come with me.” It took me a second to realize he was speaking to me, but when I saw the receptionist glaring at me and Gavin’s retreating back, I nearly stumbled over my feet to catch up to him. He walked through a luxurious waiting room until we reached a glass elevator. It was very high-tech with a touch screen attached to it. He brought up a keypad and typed in some sequence before pressing the floor number. He stood so close to me that the elevator felt almost cramped, despite it being a wide space. I could smell his incredible minty scent, mixed in with his aftershave and my heart skipped a beat. He didn’t bother looking at me though and I was starting to doubt this plan would work. Maybe he didn’t like me as much as I thought he did. I felt awkward knowing that under this coat was nothing but lingerie. The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened. It was an extremely large space with marble flooring and granite walls. “Where exactly is your office?” I asked, staring around the gorgeous area. He glanced at me; his face kept indifferent. “This is my office.” My eyes grew large at his words. He continued walking until he rounded the corner and sure enough, there was his desk right in front of large windows that overlooked the human city. It was gorgeous and my stomach twisted with nerves. He didn’t bother sitting on his desk chair. Instead, he turned to face me, leaning against his desk and folding his arms across his chest. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I took him in. He wore a white dress shirt with sleeves rolled up halfway, showing off his incredible muscles and his dark dress pants hugged his waist perfectly, showcasing his incredible form. My wolf purred with satisfaction, and I found myself staring at him for way longer than I intended to. He cleared his throat, making me nearly jump out of my skin as my gaze shot upward and met his. He was smirking at me, as if to say, “Caught you.” My cheeks burned from the embarrassment I felt. “So, what did you come here for?” He asked, breaking the tension between us. Oh. Right. The reason I’m here. “I have a problem, and I need your help,” I said in a rush. He raised his right brow. “What kind of problem?” I cleared my throat before continuing. “My father was arrested the other night,” I blurted. “His business went bankrupt, and he owes a lot of money. Roughly 5 million dollars.” He was silent as he stared at me; I realized he was waiting for me to continue. Probably wanted to know how I needed his help. “I was hoping you’d be able to help him and maybe pay the debt for my father so he could get out of prison?” I asked, biting my lip. He was quiet for another moment, processing my request before he ran his hands over his face. “And what would I get in return for helping your family?” He asked. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Confidence: I needed confidence. I held my head up high and looked him right in the eyes. It was known as a challenge to look an Alpha directly in the eyes, even worse so looking a Lycan directly in the eyes. But Gavin wasn’t as angry as I thought he would be, instead, he looked intrigued. “Well,” I began, I dropped my voice low as I stepped closer to him. “At the party the other day, we obviously had a connection…” I felt my cheeks growing hot as I spoke those words. “And I thought maybe…” I took a deep breath and undid my coat, revealing a portion of my lingerie, but not all of it. Not yet at least. His eyes darkened as he gazed over my body, and I nearly melted under his scrutiny. I suddenly had a surge of confidence, and I reached my hand out to touch his arm. “I thought maybe I could do some favors for you in return,” I said in a sultry voice. “I’m a college student and very clean. I haven’t done it before, but I’m on birth control, so you don’t need to worry about anything.” His breathing grew heavy as he straightened his posture, closing the small gap between us. His nearness was intoxicating, and my heart started to race against my chest. His scent enveloped me, and I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this delirious. He reached his hand up and I felt his fingers glide down my cheek, sending a wave of warmth throughout my whole body. We were so close together that I thought I was going to pass out from the heat that consumed me. His eyes were dark like they were the night in the VIP suite. He swallowed hard and I watched his Adam’s apple move slightly. I closed my eyes, preparing for him to kiss me. I could feel his breath on my lips and just as I leaned in close to him, getting ready for his embrace, it never came. Instead, I felt him adjusting my coat, covering my body. My eyes flew open, and I looked at his stern expression. “Do you really think I need to pay a woman for her body?” He asked, breaking the silence. “You said it yourself that I have many options.” My cheeks flushed immediately. “I just thought—” “You thought you could use your body to pay for my help,” he said, interrupting me. “You are still young, Miss Montague. You will regret taking such shortcuts in the future.” How did he know my name? I hadn’t told him. Had he looked into me? My heart skipped a beat at the thought, but his words were slowly crushing me. He didn’t want me. I lowered my gaze, hating how hot my face was getting. I knew he could see just how embarrassed I was. When he spoke next, he softened his voice and spoke with compassion. “Look, I have a daughter,” he told me. “I would never teach her to use her body as a transaction. I want more for her and her future, and I expect better from her.” He reached his hand and caressed the nape of my neck with his fingertips; my breath hitched as I gazed into his eyes. “I expected better from you,” he added; my heart fell into my stomach and disappointment consumed me. He was right. I was better than this. I nodded my head and opened my mouth to speak, but I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see a couple of security guards standing nearby and I whipped around to look at Gavin with wide eyes. “I’m afraid my time is up, and my patience has run out,” Gavin said, looking at me briefly before glancing at the security guards. “Accompany Miss Montague out of the building, please.” “Yes sir,” they both said. They stood on each side of me, and I stared at Gavin with shock. I didn’t fight or argue with the security guards as they told me to come with them. “Thank you for your time,” I managed to say before I turned and left the office. I wanted to cry because of the shame, but I knew more importantly I needed a new job. …. “I’m so excited we get to work together,” Nan said with a wide smile. “And you look great in that uniform.” I looked down at my uniform. I felt ridiculous in this thing; it was a short skirt and a crop top that showed way too much bosom. I felt like I was on display. Especially at night when this place pretty much turned into a club. These men are wealthy and would tip generously. It was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up when I was struggling for money. “That’s what friends are for,” she said, nudging my arm with hers. She looked behind me and sighed. “Looks like we are getting a group of guys. Good luck,” she said. I sighed and turned to greet the customers but then I froze when I saw who was amongst them. Ethan. Chapter 5 Judy’s POV “You were right,” I heard one of his friends saying. “She does work here. This is going to be so good.” “Hey, call girl, can we get a table, or are you just going to stare at us?” Call girl? I placed the menus on the table for them and waited for each of them to take a seat. “I’m not a call girl. Please, take your seat.” As I leaned over the table to put the beer in front of each of them, one of them grabbed my rear end. I felt my entire body freeze. “I like this little uniform on you. How about you take it off and see what’s underneath.” My entire body went hot as I stepped back from the table, forcing his hand to drop. “Do not touch me,” I said loudly to each of them. “Oh, come on, Judy. Aren’t you here to satisfy men?” Another of his friends asked. “So come here and satisfy us. Sit on my lap.” I pressed my lips together. “I’m not a call girl,” I told them for the final time. “I’m a waitress.” “You got this job because you’re hot,” one of them chuckled. “The manager didn’t care about your skills. He cared about whether or not you could flirt with the customers and make him a lot of money. I’m willing to give you a good tip if you let me see what’s underneath your uniform and sit on my lap.” I felt my blood going cold from his words. “Come here baby girl,” he said, patting his lap and winking at me. I just stared at him, disbelieving. I looked at Ethan who was watching me, waiting to see what I would do. How could he just let his friends speak to me like this? At one point, he would have never allowed this. He would have punched anyone who looked at me with desire in their eyes. Now, he was acting as if he didn’t care. “I’ll give you 10 thousand dollars if you drink this entire beer,” one of his friends asked. My mouth nearly fell open. “What?” I asked. “You heard me,” he answered. “Drink this whole beer and you’ll get 10 thousand dollars.” “We’ll all give you 10 thousand dollars each if you drink all of our beers,” another one said. I stared at the beer and then at the men. My eyes landed on Ethan once more; he raised his brows, waiting for my answer. Swallowing my pride, I stepped towards the table and grabbed one of the glasses. I really didn’t like beer, but money was money, and I knew Ethan’s friends were rich and could pay that kind of money easily. I needed the cash to get my father out of prison and pay off his debt. I brought the cup to my lips and let the liquid run down my throat. I winced at the bitter taste, but I kept pushing myself until the cup was empty. His friends were cheering and chanting as I drank the contents of the cup. I slammed the cup on the counter and looked at the next guy who slid his beer at me, winking as he did so. I chugged his beer as well. I only got halfway through the third glass when I felt a firm grip around my wrist and I was yanked away. I heard Ethan’s friends booing and telling him he was a party pooper. I had no idea where Ethan was taking me; he was quiet until we reached outside and then he whipped around to glare at me. “Accept my offer and stop this foolishness,” he ordered. “I won’t be your mistress, Ethan,” I told him, narrowing my eyes, my head fuzzy from the beer. “You can forget about that.” “You’d rather act like a little call girl instead?” He asked through his teeth. “You looked ridiculous in there!” “Why do you care? You have your fiancé. This is my private business, and my private business no longer includes you.” “You are still mine, Judy. You will always be mine,” he growled. I wanted to laugh at his ridiculousness, but I also wanted to cry. He was so sweet at one point; I spent more than 2 years loving this man. Now as he stood before me, I realized he was a stranger. “I am not yours,” I told him, glad that my voice came out stronger than I felt. He let out a bitter laugh. “Fine, be a call girl for all I care,” he growled. “Spread your legs for money because that’s all you’re good for—” Before I could stop myself, my hand swung and made contact with his cheek, causing a loud slap. He didn’t flinch but he did grow angrier as he went to grab my throat. He froze though when he looked at my neck and I watched the color draining from his face. “What the heck,” he hissed. He grabbed my chin and yanked my head to the side. “Is that a lovebite?” I realized when getting dressed this morning that the lovebite Gavin left on me the other night was still there. It was fading, but visible. “So, what if it is?” I asked. He released my chin and glared at me, his gaze icy. “Who the heck have you been with?” “That’s not your concern,” I retorted. I turned to walk away, but he gripped my arm, making me whimper in pain as he whipped me around to face him again. “Answer my freaking question, Judy! Who have you been with?!” Through gritted teeth, I answered, “Gavin. Your future father-in-law. Happy now?” He released me and let out a bark of laughter. “Are you kidding me? You don’t have to make up such a ridiculous story,” Ethan said through a fit of laughter. I heard more laughter from nearby and I realized Ethan’s friends were crowding around. “Is she talking about Gavin Landry? He has standards. He would never go for a girl like, Judy.” “Yeah, Judy is a call girl and Gavin is a Lycan chairman. There’s no way,” another friend laughed. “I’m being serious,” I told them, folding my arms across my chest. This time Ethan did grab my throat, and his gaze turned almost deadly. “Stop playing me for a fool and tell me the truth,” he growled. “Gavin would never want someone like you. You are nobody. You don’t fit into his world. ” I couldn’t breathe as his hands tightened around my throat, so I couldn’t respond. “Now, how about you do as I say and move into the house I bought? Once I get married, I’ll see you frequently at night and you can spread your pretty little legs for me only—” There was a loud honk from nearby, making Ethan drop his hold around my neck. I coughed and rubbed my sore neck as he glared at the person interrupting us. I glanced at the black limo and frowned when the door opened. I gasped when I saw Gavin seated in the back, his eyes on me. “Get in,” he ordered. I stared at him, disbelieving. “I won’t ask you again, Judy,” he said through his teeth. I felt Ethan’s shocked eyes on me as I quickly hurried towards the car and got in, closing the door behind me. “Drive,” he instructed the driver. “Yes, sir.” The car started to move; Ethan stood on the curb; his mouth nearly dropped. His friends were equally shocked. 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2,732,262	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-03-03 03:18	active	2747	"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	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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2,732,267	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-03-03 03:18	active	2747	"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	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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2,732,266	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-03-03 03:18	active	2747	"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	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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2,732,285	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-03-03 03:18	active	2747	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	I thought our arranged marriage had turned into love for both of us. I discovered how wrong I was the day when I heard him calling his mistress and saying that he would divorce me soon. -- "It's sorted." "She has no idea. I've got it all in hand." He's on the phone. My stomach swoops low, something uneasy slithering down my spine. Before I choose between flight and freeze, he hums softly, a hint of softness creeping in. "Silvia, you need to trust me." The fangs sink deep into my skin, making my heart lurch in my chest. Silvia was his friend, someone he's grown up with, someone who hated me on-sight and has taken every opportunity to slice at me with her razor-sharp tongue. "I'll get her father to sign the papers when I'm back. I told you all of this before we left. Once everything's in my name, I'll end it. Silvia, for Christ's sake," he suddenly grunts out, frustration leaking through. "Look, I can't talk about this right now. I'll meet with you as soon as we're back. I've already put plans in motion that will cut our trip short 'unexpectedly'." He chuckles, but nothing about it sounds familiar. It feels like I'm listening to a stranger, not the man I promised forever to. "I'll see you in a few days, sweetheart." My throat feels so thick, as if it's closing up. I suck in a rough breath, taking another step out into the hallway and slowly easing the door closed. Spinning on my heel, I practically run for the elevator, mashing the button until the doors slide open and revealing an empty car. Relief spikes, but it barely dents the adrenaline and panic racing through my system. I hit the button for the lobby and then lift my phone, pulling up my contacts. Scrolling frantically through them, I find the one I want and press it, listening to it ring once before a voice answers. "I need help." _____________ Lily "You sure you don't want to come with me?" My husband–because I can call him that now–lies back on the massive bed, legs crossed at the ankle and arms tucked behind his head. He's wearing dark sweats, but is shirtless, the heat of the day combating the A/C in our suite. My eyes linger on him, unable to believe that this man is mine, and his lips curl up into a lazy grin, flashing white teeth at me. Butterflies take off in my belly, as strong as they were the day I met him just over a year ago. "I'm sure, baby," Declan tells me smoothly, his voice like honeyed whiskey stroking each nerve-ending. "I'm sick of sand, honestly. And I didn't sleep well last night." He shoots me a saucy wink, and I flush with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. Before him, I honestly thought something was wrong with me. Love was just something you did with someone, but it was never anything to brag home about. But now... as soon as Declan puts a finger on me, or as soon as he whispers his dirty words in my hair, I feel like I lose my mind. Even now, the ache between my thighs isn't enough to tempt me away from crawling into bed with him, except I can see the faint bruises lining his eyes. He's not lying about being tired. "Alright." I tug my beach tote up onto my shoulder, sliding my flip-flops on. "I'll be back in a couple of hours, but I have my phone if you need me." He tips his chin at me, eyes already heavy-lidded, but I can't resist leaning over the bed for one last peck. Almost immediately, his hand curls around the back of the head, holding me firmly as he takes over, his tongue dipping into my mouth and tangling against mine with sensual promise. When I finally drag myself away with a reluctant groan, his lips are shiny, his tongue trailing over the bottom one as if chasing the taste of me. His eyes are molten and dark, pools of melted chocolate drawing me in like a magnet. He chuckles, a husky sound, his hand letting me go to trail a soft hand over my cheek, his thumb pressing into the corner of my mouth. "Sorry, baby. Stubble burn." "It's okay," I murmur, adding dryly, "It's not the only place you got me." His eyes dip down, tracing over breasts covered in my yellow sundress and then further down, to where the hemline playfully flirts with my upper thighs. Swallowing thickly, I take a step back. "I'd better go." He nods, hand dropping away, his eyes tracking me as I leave the bedroom. I half-shut the door, checking I've got my room key on me and then head out, looking forward to lounging in the sun for the third day in a row. It's only the first week of our two-week long honeymoon at a resort in Hawaii. After the stress of planning a wedding for over a hundred guests, it's been heaven to relax, cocooned in our little bubble together. From almost the first moment of meeting Declan, I knew he was it for me; that he was the one. It'd been a cute meet–me leaving the Sugar Bean, and him going in with his eyes on his phone. We'd crashed into each other and my hazelnut latte had gone everywhere, luckily cold enough that it hadn't burned. Dec had apologized profusely, insisting on trying to clean me up and buying me a fresh coffee. I'd been late for a yoga class at Sasha's studio, but he'd convinced me into sharing a table with him and then he was giving me his phone number and demanding I call him so I'd have his. Lurching out of my daydreams, I frown in front of the elevator, trying to remember if I'd actually grabbed my phone before I'd left, or if it was still on the side table near the door. A quick search through my bag doesn't turn it up, so I head back and quietly edge the door open, not wanting to wake him if he's already asleep. My phone is right there, so I reach out to grab it just as I hear his voice from the bedroom. "It's sorted." I pause, unused to hearing such a dispassionate tone from him. I open my mouth to ask what he's talking about, sure he must have heard me come back in, but then he keeps talking. "She has no idea. I've got it all in hand." Lily He's on the phone. My stomach swoops low, something uneasy slithering down my spine. It almost feels like a scaly snake, looking for a place to sink its fangs, and I debate whether to leave or keep listening to a conversation I'm a thousand percent positive I'm not supposed to be hearing. Before I choose between flight and freeze, he hums softly, a hint of softness creeping in. "Silvia, you need to trust me." The fangs sink deep into my skin, making my heart lurch in my chest. Silvia was his friend, someone he's grown up with, someone who hated me on-sight and has taken every opportunity to slice at me with her razor-sharp tongue. I mentioned it to Declan once. Not anything bad, just that she made me uncomfortable, but he'd just dismissed my worries, telling me it was all in my head. After the third time, he'd snapped, telling me my insecurities were not Silvia's–or his–problem and she was one of his oldest friends, so I needed to find a way to get on with her. I'd learned real quick to keep my mouth shut, terrified of rocking the boat. Even when I'd heard her cackling with her friends about my lack of class, my gap-toothed smile, and the fact I was reaching by thinking I could ever keep someone like Declan Masters. Declan, who'd always said the gap between my front teeth was endearing. I was so in love with him, I'd been blind to every single red flag, but I'm seeing them now. Why is he talking to her on our honeymoon? And what don't I know? Because he was talking about me. I'm not naive enough to believe otherwise. "I have it all under control, sweetheart." The endearment has my heart thundering so hard, I'm concerned I'm about to reenact a scene from Alien when the organ just bursts out of my chest. There's a long pause and a muffled step, like he's moving around the bedroom. I shuffle backwards, tucking myself behind the door and spinning wildly for an excuse for if he suddenly comes into the other room and finds me there. "I'll get her father to sign the papers when I'm back. I told you all of this before we left. Once everything's in my name, I'll end it. Silvia, for Christ's sake," he suddenly grunts out, frustration leaking through. I can almost see him thrusting a hand through his blond hair as he glares off into space. "Cut the dramatics, would you? You know that this is the way it had to be done. He was never just going to hand the company over to me, not when there's so much bad blood between him and my father." Another pause, but then he sighs. "Look, I can't talk about this right now. I'll meet with you as soon as we're back. I've already put plans in motion that will cut our trip short 'unexpectedly'." He chuckles, but nothing about it sounds familiar. It feels like I'm listening to a stranger, not the man I promised forever to. "I'll see you in a few days, sweetheart." My throat feels so thick, as if it's closing up. I suck in a rough breath, taking another step out into the hallway and slowly easing the door closed. The click of the lock engaging sounds like a gunshot, and I trip backwards, staring at the wooden paneling, waiting for it to open and for my husband to appear, his eyes cold and accusing. A minute later and nothing happens. I can't stay here, though. I can't face him when I don't understand what's happening, but I know it's not good. He's lied about everything, and now I'm lost, unsure what I should do. Spinning on my heel, I practically run for the elevator, mashing the button until the doors slide open and revealing an empty car. Relief spikes, but it barely dents the adrenaline and panic racing through my system. I hit the button for the lobby and then lift my phone, pulling up my contacts. Scrolling frantically through them, I find the one I want and press it, listening to it ring once before a voice answers. "I need help." Lily The waves roll gently against the sand, the sounds of people laughing and splashing reaching my ears. The breeze is warm, tangling in my loose hair and the palm fronds shading me from above. I dig my toes into the warm sand, feeling the gritty texture and letting it ground me in the present. In my ear, Sasha asks quietly, "Did you misunderstand?" We've been on the phone for two hours, talking everything out–and racking up an enormous phone bill–but I still feel just as lost as when I first called. "You need to be sure about this. Especially if you're thinking of doing something drastic." Like divorce him, I supply silently. That's pretty darn drastic. "Declan is..." she falters, but pushes on, "he loves you. Anyone can see that. Do you really think he's this good of an actor? To fool you and everyone else?" It's not the first time she's asked, but I understand her reticence. She didn't hear what I heard. "It was pretty hard to misunderstand." I'm not proud of the bitterness in my voice, but I'm giving myself some grace. I fall silent, waiting for a couple to pass in front of me, their hands tucked around each other's waists and their smiles bright. "He called her sweetheart," I remind Sasha. "He promised to meet with her as soon as we get back. You know, after he unexpectedly cuts our trip short." She hums her agreement, unable to argue with the facts. She knows how Silvia has treated me over the past year, and how Declan has brushed my concerns off. "Are you going to tell your dad?" I've been turning this over and over in my mind, wondering what the right thing to do is. If I tell my father about Declan's duplicity, he'll cancel the sale of Hi-Tech immediately. I'm his only child, and it's been just as for a long time after my mother packed up and left when I was four. He's always had my back, and this won't be any different. But... "He's planning on retiring, Sash. He's over the moon that he's gained a son in Dec and has someone to pass the company on to. You know I never wanted that, and he hid it well, but he was always a little disappointed about that." "I know," she murmurs. "But if he finds out he sold it to Declan and you didn't tell him? That'll kill him, Lily." "He'll still have the money, though." I know Declan is paying a fair price for Hi-Tech, just a little under market value. But Dad had insisted on that, calling it a family discount. "You dad doesn't care about the money," she argues. "If only I'd picked someone to marry who was like him," I muse. "Isn't that what usually happens? You marry someone who reminds you of your father?" "You thought you did. Are you sure–?" "Sasha," I interrupt, "If Declan wanted the company so badly that he would fake a relationship with me for a year and then marry me, he's welcome to it. I know Dad loves Hi-Tech, but there's more to life than the business." I pause, swallowing past the thickness in my throat. "But what do I do right now?" I hate the lost note to my question, knowing she'll hear it. We've been friends since middle school and, apart from my father, no one knows me better than Sasha Delware. She sighs softly, and I wish so badly that she was here right now, talking me down in person. "You get you in order, Lily, and fake it til you make it. Put his acting to shame, and pretend nothing is amiss until you get home." "And then?" "And then you get away from Declan Masters." I sniffle quietly, my emotions finally overwhelming me. My left hand lies limply in my lap, the diamonds on the silver bands gleaming at me. Mocking me. "I thought he was my forever," I whisper, clenching my hand into a fist and looking away. "I thought–" My voice cracks and I clamp my lips shut, unwilling to give in to the swell of emotion, knowing if I do, I won't be able to lock it back down. "I know," she says soothingly. "It's going to be okay. We'll get you through this." My phone buzzes in my hand and I pull it away from my ear, finding a new message from my husband. Declan: Hey baby, where are you? Our reservations are in an hour. Putting the phone back to my ear, I murmur, "I have to go. He's looking for me." Sasha firms up her voice, telling me, "You have this. He doesn't know who he's messing with." "It doesn't feel like it, Sash. I feel like a crumpled, broken doll." "Well, you do and you aren't." She sounds huffy now, and I can't help the smile. "And as soon as you get back, I'll tape you together–" "I thought I wasn't a broken doll," I interrupt, but she ignores me. "And we'll drink tequila until our faces are numb and we're puking our guts out. And when you don't even remember that scumbag's name, you'll get under some hot new thing." Her voice turns sly, "You know, Justin will be thrilled about this new development." I wince. "We're just friends," I remind her. "Babe, if he ever looked at me the way he looks at you, my underwear would actually catch fire." I splutter out a laugh. "Thanks for that visual," I tell her dryly. "You're welcome to him." "He doesn't want me, Lily. He was devastated at the wedding, I could tell." "I know the feeling." Thankfully, she lets the subject go; the conversation turning a little lighter as we chat for a few more minutes. My phone vibrates again, another message from Declan telling me he's getting worried, so I reluctantly end the call, feeling all the hopelessness and devastation rush back in. He was the first person I'd truly trusted with my heart, and he'd callously crushed it. And for what?	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2,732,306	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-03-03 03:18	active	2747	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	She sacrificed her career, her power, and her future so her husband could sit in the highest seat in the country-with her standing beside him as the perfect First Lady. Until he humiliated her. Publicly. His affair with a younger woman was a spectacle. The headlines mocked her. The whispers picked her apart. And when his mistress got pregnant, Alexander barely looked at Selene as he told her, "This doesn't change anything. You'll always be my wife." No, Alexander. This changes everything. Because Selene doesn't cry. She doesn't beg. She retaliates. And when she's done, he won't just lose his presidency. He'll lose everything. -------- "Do you know what you do to me?" His voice was rough, his fingers sliding beneath lace, teasing, torturing. She pulled his belt loose, the metallic clink drowning beneath her heavy breathing. "Show me." And he did. He pressed into her, swallowed the gasp she let out. The sharp edge of the bookshelf dug into her shoulders, but she barely felt it. All she felt was him-his heat, his weight, the way he owned her completely in that moment. Footsteps echoed faintly outside the door. A voice-muffled, passing. Damian's hand covered her mouth as he moved harder, deeper. The thrill of being caught sent fire through her veins. "Quiet, mon trésor," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Unless you want them to hear how good I'm bedding you." Selene bit his palm as she came undone, her entire body trembling around him. ________________ Alexander stumbled through the front doors of the White House, his tie loosened, his collar askew. The scent hit Selene first—jasmine and vanilla, cloying and unmistakably feminine. Not hers. She stood at the top of the grand staircase, arms crossed. "You're late." He scoffed, not even looking at her as he tossed his jacket onto a chair. "I don't answer to you." Selene descended, slow, deliberate. "And yet, you reek of another woman." That got his attention. His head snapped up, eyes flashing with something dark—annoyance, perhaps. Not guilt. Never guilt. "Watch your tone, Selene." "Or what?" She stepped closer, chin lifted. "You'll lie to me again? Pretend the entire city doesn't know what you've been doing?" He laughed, a low, condescending chuckle. "I don't need to pretend. I'm the President of the United States. I do what I want. If I want to f another woman, I will. And you?" He grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer. "You'll be a good little trophy wife and smile for the cameras." His grip was tight, just shy of bruising. Testing her. Daring her to break. Selene kept her face blank, even as pain curled through her wrist like a warning. Instead of pulling away, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his ear. "You think you're untouchable." Her voice was barely a whisper, just for him. "But I've already found the cracks in your throne." She felt his fingers twitch—just for a fraction of a second—before he shoved her back. Not hard enough to send her to the floor, but enough to steal her breath. "You forget your place," he said coldly. Her throat tightened. My place? She smoothed her blouse with steady hands, her pulse no longer quick with anger, but something sharper. Colder. "You should be careful, Alexander." She let her eyes drag over him, unimpressed. "You think power makes you untouchable, but you've never been more vulnerable." He smirked, turning toward the bar. "That a threat?" Selene tilted her head, watching as he poured himself a drink with all the arrogance of a man who believed himself invincible. "No," she said smoothly. "It's a promise." He barked out another laugh, tipping his glass at her before walking off. "I'd love to see you try." Selene followed Alexander up the grand staircase, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. He didn't glance back, shoulders squared as he stalked toward their bedroom. "Alexander, stop," she said, keeping her tone measured. "You're making a spectacle of yourself." She paused. "Of me." He scoffed but didn't slow down. "A spectacle? In my own home?" She caught up just as he pushed open the bedroom doors. The scent of expensive whiskey mixed with the perfume of the other woman made Selene's stomach twist. He shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a chair. Selene shut the door behind her. Locked it. "You can't keep doing this." He yanked his tie loose, eyes flicking to her in the mirror's reflection. "And what exactly am I doing, Selene?" "You know well what." Her fingers curled into her palms. "You're embarrassing me. You're embarrassing yourself. The rumors—" "Are just that," he cut in, unbuttoning his shirt. "Besides, I don't answer to you." He turned to face her fully, irritation flashing in his gaze. "Know your place. Let that sink in." There it was again. That smug confidence. That belief that she was nothing but a beautiful fixture in his perfect, curated life. "My place?" she echoed, incredulous. "You must be joking, Alexander. Everything you have, everything you are, is because of me. And this is how you repay me?" He chuckled, a low, humorless sound. "Repay you? Selene, don't fool yourself. You're a trophy. A good one. Beautiful, poised, the perfect First Lady." He took a step closer, towering over her. "But that's all you are. So quit this delusion that you have any power over me." Her heart pounded—not with fear, but with something dark and scheming. Let him underestimate her. "You're spiraling, Alexander." She shook her head, feigning pity. "If you don't rein this in, you will fall." A muscle ticked in his jaw. She'd hit a nerve. "Enough." "You need to—" His hand shot out. The crack echoed. Pain erupted across her cheek, sharp and burning. The force of it made her stumble, her breath catching. Not from fear. Not from hurt. But from fury. The silence between them stretched like a blade, gleaming, waiting. Selene didn't touch the sting blooming across her skin. She just lifted her chin, steady as ever. Alexander exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "I warned you." He turned and strode toward the en-suite bathroom. "Quit challenging me, Selene. I won't tell you again." The door slammed shut behind him. Selene stood frozen. Not in shock. Not in fear. In quiet, measured calculation. He had never laid a hand on her before. Never. Her eyes landed on the bed, where his phone lay abandoned. The screen lit up with an incoming call. Camille Durand. Selene's stomach tightened, the name burning itself into her vision. Without thinking, she snatched the phone off the bed and answered, bringing it to her ear. "Alex, darling," Camille's sultry tone oozed through the speaker. "I was hoping you'd still be awake. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Selene said nothing, gripping the device so hard her nails dug into her palm. Camille hummed. "You were incredible tonight, you know that? The way you—" She stopped abruptly. "Wait. Who is this?" Selene's lips curled into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "His wife." There was a pause, then a soft laugh. "Oh. How disappointing." Selene's grip tightened. "Likewise." Camille didn't bother with pleasantries. "I assume he's in the shower, then?" She sighed dramatically. "God, that man is insatiable. I can barely keep up." Selene stayed silent, letting Camille's words slither between them, every syllable stoking the fire in her chest. "You must know by now," Camille continued, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "He doesn't love you. He never did. You were just convenient. A stepping stone." Selene's nails pressed into her palm, but her expression remained unreadable. "Are you done?" Camille chuckled. "For now. He calls me by your name sometimes. Almost makes me feel bad for you. But don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure he thinks of me while he's with you." Selene ended the call before Camille could say another word. She stood there, breathing heavily, the phone still clutched in her fist. Then, slowly, she placed it back on the bed, smoothing out the covers as if nothing had happened. Alexander thought he could humiliate her. That he could treat her like a disposable ornament and get away with it. He had no idea who he was dealing with. Selene Moreau didn't get mad. She got even. Selene dabbed another layer of concealer over her cheek, blending it carefully. The bruise was faint now, just a shadow beneath the powder, but she could still feel it. A phantom ache. A quiet, burning reminder. Alexander had never hit her before. But now he had. And that changed everything. She snapped the compact shut, set her shoulders, and stepped into the dining room. Damian Wolfe was already there, whiskey in hand, standing beside Alexander. He turned at the sound of her heels against the marble. And he stared. Not like other men did—like she was something to be admired, possessed. Damian's stare was different. Knowing. His dark eyes swept over her, missing nothing. And when it landed on her cheek, her breath caught for half a second. Did he see through the makeup? She didn't let her expression falter. She would not. "Darling," Alexander drawled, swirling his drink. "I was just telling Damian about the press tour next month. Seems they can't get enough of us." Us. Selene reached for her wine glass, her fingers feather-light on the stem. "Us?" she echoed, taking a sip. "Funny. I thought they only wanted you." Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the ghost of a smirk on Damian's lips. Amused. Almost like he was enjoying the cracks in Alexander's carefully curated illusion. Alexander laughed, that easy, arrogant sound. "Come now, we are a team, aren't we?" Selene didn't answer. Just sipped her wine. Damian's voice cut through the charged silence. "Rough day, Selene?" A simple question. But the way he said it smoothly made her pulse spike. And then his eyes flicked, just for a fraction of a second, to her cheek. Like he knew exactly what was beneath the concealer. She felt her grip tighten around the glass, but she kept her face unreadable. Instead, she tilted her head, lips curving slightly. "Nothing I can't handle." A beat. A flicker of something in Damian's expression. He knew. But why did he care? Selene had never been able to figure him out completely. He was sharp, almost too sharp, with a quiet kind of power that didn't need to be flaunted. Where Alexander was loud in his dominance, Damian was restrained, careful. Dangerous in a different way. She wasn't sure if she trusted him. But she also wasn't sure she didn't. Alexander had been ignoring the exchange at first, too absorbed in his own ego, but now she felt the shift. His body stiffened, his fingers curling tighter around his glass. Selene stood slowly, reaching for the wine bottle. And she felt it again—Damian's eyes tracking her. Lingering. Like he was daring her to react. Alexander noticed this time. Before she could pour, his hand covered hers. Tight. A fraction too hard. A touch meant to remind. "Let me," Alexander said, voice light, but there was a tension coiled beneath it. Selene met his eyes, an unreadable smile curving her lips, before withdrawing her hand. Letting him feel like he'd won. Damian watched it all. His smirk deepened, but his eyes... they were sharper now. Assessing. "Something on your mind, Damian?" Alexander asked, his voice threaded with something new. Territorial. Damian raised his glass. "Just admiring your taste." Selene's fingers pressed into the stem of her glass. Did he mean her? Or something else? The air in the room tightened. Alexander let out a slow breath, masking his irritation with a smirk of his own. "Not every man is lucky enough to have a wife as... captivating as mine," he said, his tone veiled with smug satisfaction. Selene lifted her glass to her lips, watching Damian over the rim. Damian's eyes held hers as he took a slow sip of his whiskey. "No," he murmured. "They're not." The silence that followed was deafening. When Damian finally left, Alexander was still stewing, his fingers tapping against the table. Selene saw him off with nothing more than a nod. No words. No expression. Outside, as the heavy doors clicked shut behind him, a guard stepped forward, slipping something into her palm. A folded note. "You deserved better than that. Let me know when you're ready." No name. But she didn't need one. She already knew. The moment the front doors shut behind Damian, Selene felt it coming. The shift. Like a storm rolling in, the pressure in the room changed. The air grew thicker, heavier with something volatile. She didn't turn around immediately. Instead, she carefully smoothed the note between her fingers, then slipped it into the pocket of her dress. Unhurried. Collected. A predator's instinct told her: Don't let him see you flinch first. Alexander's voice cut through the silence. Low. Dangerous. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Selene finally turned. Alexander stood near the bar, his fingers curling and uncurling at his sides. His smirk was lazy, forced, but his eyes were sharp. Too sharp. She tipped her head. "Should I have?" His smile stretched, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Damian, of all people?" Ah. There it was. Jealousy. Alexander hated being ignored. Even more, he hated the idea of someone else seeing what was his. Selene stepped closer. "Damian's been your right-hand man for years. Why the sudden concern?" Alexander let out a dark chuckle, pacing. "Don't insult me, Selene." He turned to her, eyes blazing now. "I saw the way you looked at him." She arched a brow, lips curving slightly. "And how, exactly, was that?" He closed the distance in two strides. "Like you wanted him to see you." A shiver danced down her spine, but she held her ground. His voice dropped to a taunting whisper. "Is that your revenge, then? You want to get back at me with my own ally?" He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Pathetic." Selene's fingers curled at her sides. Pathetic. The word slithered under her skin, lodging deep. She exhaled slowly, forcing her expression into something smooth. Indifferent. Then, with careful precision, she lifted her hand and traced a single finger along the lapel of his jacket. A calculated move. One he wouldn't expect. Alexander stilled. "Do you really think I need Damian to get back at you?" she murmured, meeting his eyes. His jaw ticked. Her smile deepened. "If I wanted to ruin you, Alexander," she whispered, her lips barely an inch from his, "I wouldn't need another man to do it." The moment stretched, electric. Then, just as slowly, she stepped back, plucking the glass of wine from the table. Alexander's nostrils flared, his control cracking. She could feel it—the unraveling. The moment where he couldn't decide if he wanted to punish her or prove something to her. Let him wonder. Let him seethe. She took a slow sip of wine, eyes never leaving his, and then, just as smooth, she turned on her heel and walked away. Selene barely made it three steps before he was on her. A hand snatched her wrist, jerking her back so hard she gasped. The sharp crack of shattering glass ricocheted through the room, an echo of the war already waging between them. Before she could react, his mouth was on hers. Bruising. Punishing. His fingers dug into her waist, pulling her flush against him as his teeth scraped her bottom lip, a silent warning, a twisted claim. Mine. The word wasn't spoken, but she felt it in every harsh pull, every breath stolen from her lungs. Her nails bit into his arms, but he didn't let go. Didn't ease up. He wanted her to fight. To struggle. To remind her who was stronger. When he finally pulled back, his grip still ironclad, his breath came ragged. His pupils were blown wide, fury and something uglier, needier, swirling in the depths of his gaze. His voice was low, shaking with barely restrained rage. "You think you can play games with me?" Selene's lips burned. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but she refused to show it. Instead, she lifted a hand and wiped her mouth. Slow. Unbothered. Mocking. Alexander's fingers tightened at her waist. "Look at me when I speak to you." She did. But not the way he wanted. Her visage was ice. He yanked her closer, his lips grazing her ear this time, his voice almost gentle. "No one else touches what's mine, Selene. No one." A shiver rippled down her spine. Not from fear. From the sheer audacity of him. She exhaled a slow, controlled breath. Then, with perfect poise, she pressed her palm against his chest. Not hard. Just enough. Alexander's breath hitched. Then, she shoved. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a statement. A dangerous gleam flickered in his eyes, but she spoke before he could move again. "You may be the President, Alexander," she murmured, smoothing the front of her dress where his hands had been, "but you forget something." His jaw ticked. "What?" Her lips curled, a quiet, knowing smile. "Presidents are replaceable." The silence that followed was deafening. Alexander's entire body went still. His chest rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths, but she could see the way his hands curled into fists at his sides.	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2,732,311	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-03-03 03:18	active	2747	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	She sacrificed her career, her power, and her future so her husband could sit in the highest seat in the country-with her standing beside him as the perfect First Lady. Until he humiliated her. Publicly. His affair with a younger woman was a spectacle. The headlines mocked her. The whispers picked her apart. And when his mistress got pregnant, Alexander barely looked at Selene as he told her, "This doesn't change anything. You'll always be my wife." No, Alexander. This changes everything. Because Selene doesn't cry. She doesn't beg. She retaliates. And when she's done, he won't just lose his presidency. He'll lose everything. -------- "Do you know what you do to me?" His voice was rough, his fingers sliding beneath lace, teasing, torturing. She pulled his belt loose, the metallic clink drowning beneath her heavy breathing. "Show me." And he did. He pressed into her, swallowed the gasp she let out. The sharp edge of the bookshelf dug into her shoulders, but she barely felt it. All she felt was him-his heat, his weight, the way he owned her completely in that moment. Footsteps echoed faintly outside the door. A voice-muffled, passing. Damian's hand covered her mouth as he moved harder, deeper. The thrill of being caught sent fire through her veins. "Quiet, mon trésor," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Unless you want them to hear how good I'm bedding you." Selene bit his palm as she came undone, her entire body trembling around him. ________________ Alexander stumbled through the front doors of the White House, his tie loosened, his collar askew. The scent hit Selene first—jasmine and vanilla, cloying and unmistakably feminine. Not hers. She stood at the top of the grand staircase, arms crossed. "You're late." He scoffed, not even looking at her as he tossed his jacket onto a chair. "I don't answer to you." Selene descended, slow, deliberate. "And yet, you reek of another woman." That got his attention. His head snapped up, eyes flashing with something dark—annoyance, perhaps. Not guilt. Never guilt. "Watch your tone, Selene." "Or what?" She stepped closer, chin lifted. "You'll lie to me again? Pretend the entire city doesn't know what you've been doing?" He laughed, a low, condescending chuckle. "I don't need to pretend. I'm the President of the United States. I do what I want. If I want to f another woman, I will. And you?" He grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer. "You'll be a good little trophy wife and smile for the cameras." His grip was tight, just shy of bruising. Testing her. Daring her to break. Selene kept her face blank, even as pain curled through her wrist like a warning. Instead of pulling away, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his ear. "You think you're untouchable." Her voice was barely a whisper, just for him. "But I've already found the cracks in your throne." She felt his fingers twitch—just for a fraction of a second—before he shoved her back. Not hard enough to send her to the floor, but enough to steal her breath. "You forget your place," he said coldly. Her throat tightened. My place? She smoothed her blouse with steady hands, her pulse no longer quick with anger, but something sharper. Colder. "You should be careful, Alexander." She let her eyes drag over him, unimpressed. "You think power makes you untouchable, but you've never been more vulnerable." He smirked, turning toward the bar. "That a threat?" Selene tilted her head, watching as he poured himself a drink with all the arrogance of a man who believed himself invincible. "No," she said smoothly. "It's a promise." He barked out another laugh, tipping his glass at her before walking off. "I'd love to see you try." Selene followed Alexander up the grand staircase, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. He didn't glance back, shoulders squared as he stalked toward their bedroom. "Alexander, stop," she said, keeping her tone measured. "You're making a spectacle of yourself." She paused. "Of me." He scoffed but didn't slow down. "A spectacle? In my own home?" She caught up just as he pushed open the bedroom doors. The scent of expensive whiskey mixed with the perfume of the other woman made Selene's stomach twist. He shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a chair. Selene shut the door behind her. Locked it. "You can't keep doing this." He yanked his tie loose, eyes flicking to her in the mirror's reflection. "And what exactly am I doing, Selene?" "You know well what." Her fingers curled into her palms. "You're embarrassing me. You're embarrassing yourself. The rumors—" "Are just that," he cut in, unbuttoning his shirt. "Besides, I don't answer to you." He turned to face her fully, irritation flashing in his gaze. "Know your place. Let that sink in." There it was again. That smug confidence. That belief that she was nothing but a beautiful fixture in his perfect, curated life. "My place?" she echoed, incredulous. "You must be joking, Alexander. Everything you have, everything you are, is because of me. And this is how you repay me?" He chuckled, a low, humorless sound. "Repay you? Selene, don't fool yourself. You're a trophy. A good one. Beautiful, poised, the perfect First Lady." He took a step closer, towering over her. "But that's all you are. So quit this delusion that you have any power over me." Her heart pounded—not with fear, but with something dark and scheming. Let him underestimate her. "You're spiraling, Alexander." She shook her head, feigning pity. "If you don't rein this in, you will fall." A muscle ticked in his jaw. She'd hit a nerve. "Enough." "You need to—" His hand shot out. The crack echoed. Pain erupted across her cheek, sharp and burning. The force of it made her stumble, her breath catching. Not from fear. Not from hurt. But from fury. The silence between them stretched like a blade, gleaming, waiting. Selene didn't touch the sting blooming across her skin. She just lifted her chin, steady as ever. Alexander exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "I warned you." He turned and strode toward the en-suite bathroom. "Quit challenging me, Selene. I won't tell you again." The door slammed shut behind him. Selene stood frozen. Not in shock. Not in fear. In quiet, measured calculation. He had never laid a hand on her before. Never. Her eyes landed on the bed, where his phone lay abandoned. The screen lit up with an incoming call. Camille Durand. Selene's stomach tightened, the name burning itself into her vision. Without thinking, she snatched the phone off the bed and answered, bringing it to her ear. "Alex, darling," Camille's sultry tone oozed through the speaker. "I was hoping you'd still be awake. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Selene said nothing, gripping the device so hard her nails dug into her palm. Camille hummed. "You were incredible tonight, you know that? The way you—" She stopped abruptly. "Wait. Who is this?" Selene's lips curled into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "His wife." There was a pause, then a soft laugh. "Oh. How disappointing." Selene's grip tightened. "Likewise." Camille didn't bother with pleasantries. "I assume he's in the shower, then?" She sighed dramatically. "God, that man is insatiable. I can barely keep up." Selene stayed silent, letting Camille's words slither between them, every syllable stoking the fire in her chest. "You must know by now," Camille continued, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "He doesn't love you. He never did. You were just convenient. A stepping stone." Selene's nails pressed into her palm, but her expression remained unreadable. "Are you done?" Camille chuckled. "For now. He calls me by your name sometimes. Almost makes me feel bad for you. But don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure he thinks of me while he's with you." Selene ended the call before Camille could say another word. She stood there, breathing heavily, the phone still clutched in her fist. Then, slowly, she placed it back on the bed, smoothing out the covers as if nothing had happened. Alexander thought he could humiliate her. That he could treat her like a disposable ornament and get away with it. He had no idea who he was dealing with. Selene Moreau didn't get mad. She got even. Selene dabbed another layer of concealer over her cheek, blending it carefully. The bruise was faint now, just a shadow beneath the powder, but she could still feel it. A phantom ache. A quiet, burning reminder. Alexander had never hit her before. But now he had. And that changed everything. She snapped the compact shut, set her shoulders, and stepped into the dining room. Damian Wolfe was already there, whiskey in hand, standing beside Alexander. He turned at the sound of her heels against the marble. And he stared. Not like other men did—like she was something to be admired, possessed. Damian's stare was different. Knowing. His dark eyes swept over her, missing nothing. And when it landed on her cheek, her breath caught for half a second. Did he see through the makeup? She didn't let her expression falter. She would not. "Darling," Alexander drawled, swirling his drink. "I was just telling Damian about the press tour next month. Seems they can't get enough of us." Us. Selene reached for her wine glass, her fingers feather-light on the stem. "Us?" she echoed, taking a sip. "Funny. I thought they only wanted you." Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the ghost of a smirk on Damian's lips. Amused. Almost like he was enjoying the cracks in Alexander's carefully curated illusion. Alexander laughed, that easy, arrogant sound. "Come now, we are a team, aren't we?" Selene didn't answer. Just sipped her wine. Damian's voice cut through the charged silence. "Rough day, Selene?" A simple question. But the way he said it smoothly made her pulse spike. And then his eyes flicked, just for a fraction of a second, to her cheek. Like he knew exactly what was beneath the concealer. She felt her grip tighten around the glass, but she kept her face unreadable. Instead, she tilted her head, lips curving slightly. "Nothing I can't handle." A beat. A flicker of something in Damian's expression. He knew. But why did he care? Selene had never been able to figure him out completely. He was sharp, almost too sharp, with a quiet kind of power that didn't need to be flaunted. Where Alexander was loud in his dominance, Damian was restrained, careful. Dangerous in a different way. She wasn't sure if she trusted him. But she also wasn't sure she didn't. Alexander had been ignoring the exchange at first, too absorbed in his own ego, but now she felt the shift. His body stiffened, his fingers curling tighter around his glass. Selene stood slowly, reaching for the wine bottle. And she felt it again—Damian's eyes tracking her. Lingering. Like he was daring her to react. Alexander noticed this time. Before she could pour, his hand covered hers. Tight. A fraction too hard. A touch meant to remind. "Let me," Alexander said, voice light, but there was a tension coiled beneath it. Selene met his eyes, an unreadable smile curving her lips, before withdrawing her hand. Letting him feel like he'd won. Damian watched it all. His smirk deepened, but his eyes... they were sharper now. Assessing. "Something on your mind, Damian?" Alexander asked, his voice threaded with something new. Territorial. Damian raised his glass. "Just admiring your taste." Selene's fingers pressed into the stem of her glass. Did he mean her? Or something else? The air in the room tightened. Alexander let out a slow breath, masking his irritation with a smirk of his own. "Not every man is lucky enough to have a wife as... captivating as mine," he said, his tone veiled with smug satisfaction. Selene lifted her glass to her lips, watching Damian over the rim. Damian's eyes held hers as he took a slow sip of his whiskey. "No," he murmured. "They're not." The silence that followed was deafening. When Damian finally left, Alexander was still stewing, his fingers tapping against the table. Selene saw him off with nothing more than a nod. No words. No expression. Outside, as the heavy doors clicked shut behind him, a guard stepped forward, slipping something into her palm. A folded note. "You deserved better than that. Let me know when you're ready." No name. But she didn't need one. She already knew. The moment the front doors shut behind Damian, Selene felt it coming. The shift. Like a storm rolling in, the pressure in the room changed. The air grew thicker, heavier with something volatile. She didn't turn around immediately. Instead, she carefully smoothed the note between her fingers, then slipped it into the pocket of her dress. Unhurried. Collected. A predator's instinct told her: Don't let him see you flinch first. Alexander's voice cut through the silence. Low. Dangerous. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Selene finally turned. Alexander stood near the bar, his fingers curling and uncurling at his sides. His smirk was lazy, forced, but his eyes were sharp. Too sharp. She tipped her head. "Should I have?" His smile stretched, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Damian, of all people?" Ah. There it was. Jealousy. Alexander hated being ignored. Even more, he hated the idea of someone else seeing what was his. Selene stepped closer. "Damian's been your right-hand man for years. Why the sudden concern?" Alexander let out a dark chuckle, pacing. "Don't insult me, Selene." He turned to her, eyes blazing now. "I saw the way you looked at him." She arched a brow, lips curving slightly. "And how, exactly, was that?" He closed the distance in two strides. "Like you wanted him to see you." A shiver danced down her spine, but she held her ground. His voice dropped to a taunting whisper. "Is that your revenge, then? You want to get back at me with my own ally?" He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Pathetic." Selene's fingers curled at her sides. Pathetic. The word slithered under her skin, lodging deep. She exhaled slowly, forcing her expression into something smooth. Indifferent. Then, with careful precision, she lifted her hand and traced a single finger along the lapel of his jacket. A calculated move. One he wouldn't expect. Alexander stilled. "Do you really think I need Damian to get back at you?" she murmured, meeting his eyes. His jaw ticked. Her smile deepened. "If I wanted to ruin you, Alexander," she whispered, her lips barely an inch from his, "I wouldn't need another man to do it." The moment stretched, electric. Then, just as slowly, she stepped back, plucking the glass of wine from the table. Alexander's nostrils flared, his control cracking. She could feel it—the unraveling. The moment where he couldn't decide if he wanted to punish her or prove something to her. Let him wonder. Let him seethe. She took a slow sip of wine, eyes never leaving his, and then, just as smooth, she turned on her heel and walked away. Selene barely made it three steps before he was on her. A hand snatched her wrist, jerking her back so hard she gasped. The sharp crack of shattering glass ricocheted through the room, an echo of the war already waging between them. Before she could react, his mouth was on hers. Bruising. Punishing. His fingers dug into her waist, pulling her flush against him as his teeth scraped her bottom lip, a silent warning, a twisted claim. Mine. The word wasn't spoken, but she felt it in every harsh pull, every breath stolen from her lungs. Her nails bit into his arms, but he didn't let go. Didn't ease up. He wanted her to fight. To struggle. To remind her who was stronger. When he finally pulled back, his grip still ironclad, his breath came ragged. His pupils were blown wide, fury and something uglier, needier, swirling in the depths of his gaze. His voice was low, shaking with barely restrained rage. "You think you can play games with me?" Selene's lips burned. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but she refused to show it. Instead, she lifted a hand and wiped her mouth. Slow. Unbothered. Mocking. Alexander's fingers tightened at her waist. "Look at me when I speak to you." She did. But not the way he wanted. Her visage was ice. He yanked her closer, his lips grazing her ear this time, his voice almost gentle. "No one else touches what's mine, Selene. No one." A shiver rippled down her spine. Not from fear. From the sheer audacity of him. She exhaled a slow, controlled breath. Then, with perfect poise, she pressed her palm against his chest. Not hard. Just enough. Alexander's breath hitched. Then, she shoved. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a statement. A dangerous gleam flickered in his eyes, but she spoke before he could move again. "You may be the President, Alexander," she murmured, smoothing the front of her dress where his hands had been, "but you forget something." His jaw ticked. "What?" Her lips curled, a quiet, knowing smile. "Presidents are replaceable." The silence that followed was deafening. Alexander's entire body went still. His chest rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths, but she could see the way his hands curled into fists at his sides.	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2,732,312	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-03-03 03:18	active	2747	Hot and throbbing, I became a mess under him.	🔥🔞My best friend was inside me. On my boyfriend's bed. Hot and throbbing, I became a mess under him. "I'm finally going to give you what you've been begging for," I gasp, getting ready to give my boyfriend my cherry. Come on Avery, just do it. Finally do it. I rest my palm on his chest, feeling his heartbeat race as quickly as mine as I looked up into his eyes. I am stunned to somehow see a glow of red. Red? I clench my eyes tightly as a wave of pleasure rock through me, making me shudder as I scream out. " Kyan!" He froze above me at that moment and his groggy voice spoke above me, "Avery?" It wasn't my boyfriend Kyan's voice, but my best friend... Alpha Xade's! Avery's pov Today is my boyfriend Kyan's birthday and I wanted to surprise him by seducing him and giving him my virginity. I had planned it for months and I think I am finally ready to give it to him, however, things get a bit complicated when it's not him that ends up inside me. ___ "I think it's too much," I grumble under my breath, tugging at the very short skirt I had borrowed from my friend Melissa. It's a floral figure hugging skirt that showed off my body in a very sexual way. I topped it off with a simple white cropped top and wore the silver necklace Kyan gifted me a few months ago for my twentieth birthday. Under it is a red lace thong and bra, Kyan's favorite color on me. He said it makes me look incredibly sexy and I want to look incredibly sexy tonight for him. She rolled her eyes where she was on the bed and let out a puff of air. "I think you look sexy and Kyan will not be able to take his eyes off you." I chewed on my lips. She was probably right. Melissa had a knack for being right anyway. I pushed up my glasses on my nose and twisted around to get a better look. I was skinny but had a good size bottom and chest area. "You look good V, now go surprise your man!" Melissa hopped off the bed and strut over to me and gave me a reassuring squeeze on my shoulder. She did something funny with her lips and then motioned for me to sit on the chair. " Let me curl your hair better. Maybe add a little makeup too," her voice beamed with excitement to doll me up further. I sat in the chair for longer than was necessary getting my hair curled to perfection by my bubbly friend who had mentioned she was tired earlier but the exhaustion seem to have magically disappeared. Afterward, Melissa did my makeup and I clenched my eyes shut as she sprayed the setting spray on my face. I scrunched up my nose and she giggled. " Come on its not that bad," she snorted. " Oh, it is," I say, holding in my sneeze. I hated the setting spray, it would always raise up my sinuses. Melissa set it down on the table and lifted her hand up in surrender. " Okay I am done, I no longer have the weapon," she shifted to the side so I could see my reflection in the mirror. I am stunned. Just a little bit of makeup and it has enhanced my beauty by a lot. I looked bewitching with the way she added the eyeliner. Wow. It brought out my grey eyes, I can even see the small flecks of green that have always been hard to notice. "You look incredible and he'll be so happy to see you," Melissa whispered, giving me a smile while she fixed up my curls. I nod, sighing. "I hope so. It's a surprise." I played with the ends of the skirt nervously. "He will love it," Melissa grinned and pushed my shoulder lightly. "Now hurry before the dorm monitor catches you sneaking out." I nod, standing up and feeling the weight of nerves settle in my stomach. Seeing my anxiety Melissa squeezed my hand reassuringly. She knew what my plan was and even though she didn't quite like Kyan, she told me it was my decision to give him something so precious to me. After a small prep talk from her, I walked out of the dorm, throwing the side bag strap over my shoulder and smiled at one of the girls who walked by. It's late already, around ten thirty p.m. Kyan should already be in his bed. He had already texted me earlier to say he was off to sleep. It took me a good ten minutes to get to Kyan's dorm which he shared with Xade Archer, the notorious bad boy on the campus and my best friend who I had known for years. We had grown up together and practically knew everything about each other. Joined at the hip my mom would joke about. My family always moved when I was younger and we finally settled in a small town where his dad was a mayor. I can remember the day we met, we were around ten, and me being shy hid behind the teacher who was introducing me to the class. Xade was the first to become my friend after an annoying girl pushed out her foot to trip me. I had stumbled and fell right on top of him and let's just say we had been the closest ever since. As I near the door, a bundle of nerves shook me. Xade was not home, Kyan had mentioned he went off to a party and wouldn't be back yet. Knowing Xade, he'd not be back until morning so this was a good opportunity for Kyan and I to do the deed while he was away. I'd definitely not want my best friend to hear me have my first time with his dorm mate. That would not only be embarrassing but I didn't think I would be able to face him again. The pressure in my lower stomach was weighing down heavily and my pulse quickened. I hauled in air through my nose and pushed it out lightly through my mouth, trying to relax my growing anxiety. My body had become clammy and I was sure if I didn't get in that room soon, I'd collapse. The corridor was empty, thank God for that. I didn't want any guy to see me sneak in the room even though my boyfriend is in there. I flushed. They'd definitely know what we will be doing in there. I took out the spare keys Xade had given me months ago. I wanted to surprise Kyan and this came in handy. My clammy and trembling hands struggle to push the key in the hole and after a few struggles I finally did it without waking up anyone. The room is completely pitched black and I contemplate if to put the lights on or not. But decided I was nervous enough as it was and needed it to be dark to even grow some confidence. It shouldn't be bad right? Just stick it in and be done with it? I closed the door behind me lightly, seeing the shape of his figure in his bed, covered by his sheets. He's facing away, sleeping on his side. My heart raced. This was it. I would finally give him my virginity. I walked to the bed, taking my time so I'd not trip. I'll just be quick. With anxiety building in my body, I reach his bed and leaned forward, whispering. " Kyan," He let out a sound, kind of like a tired groan but I wasn't sure. The sound of my heart was ramming too loudly in my ears for me to focus on his response. He shifted, turning on his back and I quickly straddle him, my breathing coming in short pants as I got ready to give my boyfriend my virginity. # 2 Avery's pov Just get it over with Avery. I chanted in my head as I leaned forward and kissed Kyan's cheek. I frowned when I felt a slight bit of stubble. He had shaved yesterday, was it possible for his stubble to grow back so quickly? The thoughts flew out quickly when his hands clamped on my hips to keep me on his lap. His hands made me squirm. His touch was lighting up a fire in me. It burned. I lifted slightly and pushed down the sheets off him and straddle him once more, moaning when I felt him nudge at my opening. He makes a soft grunt sound again under me and I took this as an invitation to kiss down his chin while I begin to dry hump him, rolling my hips in a way I thought would be seductive. It worked because he was so hard as a rock under me, I could feel him pressing against me. Wow. He felt huge! Was he even going to fit? I nibbled on his chin, making him buck up his hip and of course for his hardness to rub against me. Since I had a short skirt on it was hunched around my waist and my thin lace panties was a sad excuse of a barrier. He felt so hot. And I was so wet. " I'm finally going to give you what you've been begging for," I gasp, rolling my hips over him to feel him. He felt so good. It's kind of strange actually, I have straddle him before but it has never urged me to feel so incredible or want more. In fact before, I would squirm and make an excuse for us to not go further. But tonight, something has changed. There's a burning desire, a need, a claim to have him inside me. I rocked my hips and his hands on my waist tighten as he pumped up, groaning sexily. He sounded more hoarse too. Sexy. So sexy. I am so wet I can barely think. All nervousness flew out the window when I felt just how excited he was under me. I press my palm to his bare chest, surprised by how tone it felt. It's never felt this tone before but perhaps it feels a bit different now that he is naked. I push out my tongue, running it along his cheek, an odd need to taste him overcoming me. He grunted, hips flexing up, his hardness smacking against me. His fingers dig into my hips and then they sweep over to my bottom, gripping them. " Oh," I moaned, rolling my hips more and surely wetting his boxers with my juices. But I didn't care. I was finally going to do this. My nips harden when one of his hand grip my breast and squeeze. His touch burned through me and sent shivers of pleasure to rake through my body. I needed him. Gosh I needed him. I panted, letting out little sounds of pleasure as he rocked his hips up to meet my little dance. I could no longer wait. There's something building, something I want right now. I am desperate as I push off him a little and free him of his boxers. I can't really see him but I feel him when I wrap my fingers around his girth. Oh hell. He really is huge. I gulped. Even though there's a little fear that he won't fit, my walls cry, begging for him to come right in. I push out a nervous breath, straddle him and with one hand push my panties aside and guided his tip at my entrance. He feels so hot in my hands and I can feel him pulse. It's now or never. Holding my breath, I pressed down, taking the head of him into my very tight opening. My jaw slackened and his loud moan made me shiver. Oh God. This feels so good even though it stings. He goes back to gripping my hips, hard and pushed up slightly as I descend on him, pulling him further into me. "Ohh," I whimpered when the head of his member brushed against my hymen, the barrier. I can hear his strangled breathing in the room, feel his pulsing length inside me, snuggled by my walls that clench around him. I am soaking him and he seems to enjoy this. Come on Avery, just do it. Finally do it. And I did, with one push, I let him break through me and bit my tongue by the tight full feeling. My thighs shook and tears prick at the corners of my eyes. Hell, he was too big. I stilled with him inside me, trying to adjust to the mere size of him. It feels like he had grown bigger if it was possible and I feared he'd stretch me out so much I'd need stitches after this. He rubbed my hips, still pulsing inside me. It was as if he was trying to soothe me and it was working. My aching muscles begin to relax around him and the pain dulled until I no longer felt it. However, I can feel him. Hot and throbbing. Every inch of him was inside me, every single inch. My walls squeezed around him and he groaned, nails digging back into my flesh. The sounds coming out of his mouth were sexy and in response I became more wet and the fire that pricked me earlier began to bloom once more until I needed him so badly. I rest my palm on his chest, feeling his heartbeat race as quickly as mine as I lifted slightly, my walls gripping around him in reluctance to let him out. But if I don't move and ride him I would die. I stopped until the tip alone was inside me and slide back down on his length. He shuddered, pulsing and gripped my waist as I began to move. Our rough breathing filled the room as I bounced on his hardness. He filled me over and over and I swore he was growing. He pulsed, gasping as I rocked my hips. This wasn't so bad after all. In fact, it was so so good. Why hadn't I done this with him sooner? I can see myself doing this with him more than once tonight. Hopefully, before Xade gets home. My skin was prickled with beads of sweat, on my forehead and even on my upper lip. His body seemed to be growing warmer too and the sounds that left his throat grew a bit more.....rouged. I gasped, pressing my palms on his hard chest and riding him. I could feel every inch of him, feel the tip of him nudge against my womb. He feels so good I whimper. " Ohh hmm," I moaned, my clit throbbing and my walls sucking him in. With a hiss, Kyan flipped us over as if he was fed up with my slow movements and was desperate. A scream tore through my throat when he angled my hips up and began to pound into me, feeding me his huge girth. It's a good thing I was so wet. The sounds of our intimate parts meeting was even louder than our loud breathing and cries of pleasure. He hovered above me, so powerful and intimidating. He pressed against me, one of his fists beside my head while the other hand gripping my top and tore it off, revealing my red lace bra. He couldn't see it in the dark but he felt it. He cupped my breast, his thumb brushing against the lace material where my nips had beaded hard for him. I let out a strangled moan, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I am aware that I am growing even more wet and I am so aware of how hard he's pounding into me right now. I don't tell him it's too much because I took all of it. I took every inch he gave me and I loved it. I loved it so much I moaned out ' yes please give me more.' And he did, angling his hips in a way that made the tip brush a very sensitive part inside me that made me let out a scream of pleasure, my eyes rolling back. I am very sure I may have woken up most of the guys rooms that are closer. I almost felt bad. Almost. But I was so full of pleasure and so full of him that I couldn't think about anyone else or how loud I truly was. My walls gripped him as he thrust in and out and he grunted above me, dropping his head on my chest and pushing down my bra to reveal my bareness. I cried when his lips wrapped around my bud, nipping and sucking. I shivered. His hair was brushing against my neck, soft and smelled strangely of apple. Since when does Kyan use the apple shampoo I bought for both him and Xade? The thought flew out the window when his teeth wrapped around my pebble and he bit hard. My hips bucked up at the assault and I scratched down his back, surely marking him with my nails. " Oh," I whimpered, becoming a mess under him. " Oh please," I moaned, pushing my hips up so I could take every inch he was giving to me. He groaned and let out a sound that didn't quite sound human, however, I was too lost to focus on it or question what I had heard. Tears were flowing down but it was not because of pain but because of mind-blowing pleasure. The tip of him was rubbing against that sweet delicate spot again and was creating a pressure feeling that was building up like a tight fist in my lower stomach. Every nerve in my body seems to be on fire and it feels like I am on the verge of exploding. I am panting, trying to catch my breath as his rhythm changes into a more desperate urge. He was pounding me into the bed. The headboard knocking on the wall with loud aggressive pounds. If he keeps up this pace the bed might break. His thrust became more urgent, more hungry and I cried out with every thrust of his hips angling forward. I cling to him, my thighs shaking as I cry in desperation to free the tightness that had built in my lower stomach. He let my bud go with a pop and brought his mouth so close to mine that I was sure he would kiss me. But he didn't, only kept his lips so close that it felt like he was teasing me, which made me feel more desperate. His breath mingled with mine, every pant, sigh and moan drawing me closer to releasing that tightness I felt. His breathing was ragged and fast, hitting my lips as if taunting me to kiss him, to feel his lips on mine. But I always hated Kyan's kisses and didn't want it to ruin the pleasure he thrust into me at the moment, so I don't give in to my craving and bit my lips to try to suppress the sounds of pleasure coming out of my mouth. Kyan growled above me. I noted how the sounds that left his throat almost reminded me of an animal. It sounded so possessive, so primal, so beastly. And as I looked up into his eyes, though I knew for sure I would not be able to see them, I am stunned to somehow see a glow of red. Red? That's odd. Just as I saw the strange color, I clench my eyes tightly as a wave of pleasure rock through me, making me shudder as I scream out. " Kyan!" Kyan froze above me, yet his tip shoot his warm cum in me while I squirm and shiver as I come undone under him. I am still riding the after shocks of my pleasure when Kyan's groggy voice spoke above me. Only that it wasn't my boyfriend Kyan's, but my best friend Xade's. "Avery?" # 3 Avery's pov My heart seized. Completely stopped working. His voice had entirely penetrated and punctured the haze of pleasure we had just been in. Xade. This voice above me belonged to my best friend Xade. The cock inside me belonged to my best friend Xade. The dick I had just been riding... Xade.... Xade! I try to wrap my head around the situation I had just put us in as realization dawned on me. Something heavy dropped in my stomach. Was it dread? Fear? Regret? I wasn't sure. I couldn't think properly with his cock still throbbing inside me. And it didn't help that it was growing back hard and twitching. With trembling hands I push them on his sweaty chest, the same chest I had press against while I rode him. Oh God. My face heated up, the sinking feeling in my stomach growing. " Oh my God," I whispered, tears of shame pricking the corners of my eyes. This cannot be happening right now. I did not just sleep with my best friend. I did not just give him my virginity. I did not just get rammed by Xade freaking Archer. What have I done? What have we done? There was no going back now after this. The line is already blurred. Oh my God. My face was so hot I knew I was so beet red. I am thankful he cannot see me right now. " V?" he whispered softly and his cock twitched. Oh God this is embarrassing. " I'm sorry," I found my voice and clenched my eyes tightly as it came out filled with shame and regret. " I thought Kyan was home and you were out. I- I choked up, my chest heaving as I fought the bubble of urge to cry. How humiliating. If I had just put on the lights I would have noticed it wasn't Kyan and this wouldn't have happened. I just gave Xade my virginity. I tremble under him and Xade flipped us over, holding and hugging me as I cried with silent embarrassed sobs. He was still very much inside me and still hard. His hands lift in my hair and he soothed. " Shhh it's okay V," But it was not. We just slept together, I mistook him for my boyfriend who was his roommate and good friend and gave him my virginity. And not only that but he and Mel had a thing going on too. The line was more than blurred right now it was trashed. I screwed up. " I didn't- I hiccuped, sobbing and burying my face in my hands. I would do anything for the ground to open and swallow me whole to avoid this embarrassing situation. " I am so s-orry Xa-de," I croaked out, I didn't want to lose him. I definitely didn't want this to come between us. How would I face both Melissa and Kyan too? Oh God. When I felt another twitch inside me, I grew hot and awkwardly pull off him. I can't believe he was hugging me while still being inside me. Perhaps he hadn't noticed. I winced. Now that the haze of desire had evaporated, the pain of my muscles being pounded and used was very present. It feels like I had been rammed by a truck. Xade was definitely packing like Mel had boasted about. I winced. Mel... How was I so stupid to not have noticed that this had been my best friend all along. The strawberry scent, only Xade used the shampoo I bought them. Kyan had said it smelt too fruity and I knew Xade hated it but he was always one to make me feel happy. He was always more toned than the guys here too, and his hands were massive. I should have known they were not Kyan's clumsy hands. Xade had mapped my body with his fingers too skillfully for it to have been Kyan's. And those groans that had fluttered beside my ear, the grunts of pleasure- My face is hot and I scramble to right my panties, fixing my skirt as I rolled off the bed. Xade reaches out for me, his long fingers wrapping around my wrist to stop me. I sucked in a breath at the burning feeling his hands left on my skin. I had always felt it, but tonight it was way hotter. Almost like a scorching tingling fire. " Wait," his hoarse voice says through the awkward air. My heart rams against my chest. Oh God. Don't say anything to embarrass me please. I already didn't know what more I could tell him. Tears burned my vision. I really had royally screwed up. " We don't have to say anything," his voice is a whisper in the dark, caressing me. I hated that it did. " What?" I breathed out, my heart kicking up a notch. " We don't have to let anyone know," his thumb brush against my wrist as if trying to soothe me yet coax me to come back to bed. I didn't know which one. " This can stay between us." My heart leaped in my throat. Is he saying that we should pretend this never happened? That I never gave him my virginity? Would it save our friendship and our relationships? " Like it never happened?" I whispered into the night, searching for his eyes but it was so dark I couldn't see anything. It takes a good while for him to answer and when he did it comes out hoarse and thick. " Yes," he replied. " Like it never happened. You thought I was Kyan and I thought you were Melissa." His words feel like a punch in the gut even though they were nothing but the truth. However, he was giving us a way out of this shameful incident and how could I not take it? We could go back to how things were right? I will be able to face him tomorrow? I swallowed and nod. " Like it never happened." I agreed and pulled my arm free of his grip and fixed my clothes that he had ruffled. My top was yanked down but thankfully he had not torn it during his ravaging. As I left the room and closed the door behind me, the ache between my legs mocked me with a memory that I will never forget. # 4 Avery's pov Forget Avery. Forget about his breath on your lips, his cock inside you. Forget about it. Everything will go back to normal tomorrow. I chanted in my head as I made my way down the corridor. I am thankful it is still empty and no one is around to witness my walk of shame. As I made my way down the stairs I winced, the throbbing pain between my legs pushing back the thoughts of what had just happened. I still can't believe I had mistaken Xade for Kyan, straddled him and didn't give him a chance to protest as I practically seduced him. Why hadn't he said a thing? Why didn't he say Melissa's name? If he had I would have known who I was sleeping with. Sure he had been sleeping and probably tired when I approached him and straddled him but afterward he was clearly wide awake and practically pounded into me. I shook my head, blinking back the guilty wave of tears. I sniffled and continued my way down and froze when I saw the familiar chocolate color hair. Kyan. My heart thrummed. How could I face him after what I had just done? Panic settled in my stomach and I am begging God for a way out of here without him seeing me. But it would be impossible. There are only stairs up ahead and nowhere else to hide. And Kyan is already making his way up with a bag of chips in his hand and a soda. Had he gone out to buy those stuff while I had been with Xade? A swam of guilt and shame made me stumble and I nearly fall, grasping for the rail before I hurt myself. The little rush of surprised air from my lips pulled his attention, something I didn't want at the moment. Great. Just flipping great. He looks surprised to see me, as he should since I hadn't told him I'd be coming over. Giving him my virginity was supposed to be a surprise, a birthday gift for him being patient...well kind of. I was no longer a virgin.... Kyan had been my boyfriend for two years now. We met at this very college and he and Xade became friends and roommates. That's how we got introduced and a few months later I finally accepted his offer to a date. We never really had that spark but seeing Xade having that crazy college experience I decided to give it a shot too. Kyan was great, not a very good kisser but he was sweet and would buy me cotton candy. He wasn't Xade drop dead gorgeous but he was fairly attractive with chocolate hair, brown eyes and a sharp jawline. He was attractive enough to garner girls attention when we were out, not as much as Xade capture but one or two girls would certainly look. " Babe?" His thick brows are furrowed and a look of confusion cast through his eyes as he bounds up the stairs a bit more hastily. I nervously smiled, awkwardly stopping so he'd not notice how I walked. If he saw, he'd definitely know that I had been fucked. " Yeah." I croaked and inwardly closed my eyes in frustration. This night couldn't have gotten any worse. He smiled when he reaches me, towering over me even though he was a step lower than me. " I wasn't expecting to see you here," he leaned forward for a kiss and my belly did that odd somersault thing that nearly poked my urge to vomit. Before his lips could touch mine I turn my head so his lips could touch my cheek instead. I feel so guilty it's eating me up inside. He pulled away, his brows furrowing more. " What's wrong?" he demanded. I smiled awkwardly. " Oh nothing," I lied. " I just had some onion chips earlier and I know you hate the stench of onion." Was I being too obvious something happened? I didn't know how to act. This was the first time I have screwed up so badly and didn't know what to do. I was always the 'good girl' like they had labeled me for years. A good girl doesn't sleep with her best friend whose girlfriend was my friend. A good girl doesn't mistake her best friend for her boyfriend. If I was being obvious, Kyan didn't show it and smiled, nodding. " So why are you here?" his eyes twinkled. " At this hour and wearing this sexy skirt?" his eyes drop to my skirt. I flushed, not because his words invoked the fire Xade had earlier but did the opposite. I shifted on my feet. " I- Come on Avery think. " I was coming to surprise you but I saw Xade in there. Didn't you say he was out?" I pointed my thumb at the back of me. Kyan shrugged, shifting the bag in his hand. "Yeah he came back earlier. Something about the full moon and a headache." Right. Xade said he hated full moons because somehow he always feels like shit whenever it's up in the sky. For years when a full moon shows up, Xade would be locked in his room. But when we were back in the small town, he and his family would not have anyone come to their estate during that time. Some people thought they were odd, but I didn't. Concerned curled in my belly. Was he okay? Is that why he had been trying to sleep it off and I came up and practically screwed him? " Now I am intrigued," Kyan pulled me out of my thoughts, his eyes flashing with a mixture of desire and want. His tongue licked across his lower lip and his eyes lowered to my cleavage. The little that showed. " What kind of surprise?" I smiled nervously. I had surely trapped myself. " Just a sweet surprise. Nothing special. But I must go now, Mel texted me that the dorm monitor is hot tonight and I don't want to get caught." " Oh," Kyan murmured in disappointment but still nod. " I'll see you tomorrow then?" he goes in for kiss but I sidestep him and wave. "Yeah," I strut down the stairs without looking back. " I'll see you tomorrow." If I can still walk that is. It was taking everything in me to make my walk look natural, but the ache between my legs was refusing for me to look natural right now. # 5 Avery's pov When I got back to the dorm, I was breathing hastily. Melissa is already asleep but when she hears me stumble a bit on one of her heels, she turns around and puts on the lamp. I winced, lifting my hand over my face to block the assault. " Well well well," she drawled out playfully. I wished she hadn't because now I felt even more guilty. " What do we have here? Hmm? A girl who had just gotten shagged?" " Christ Mel," I turned beet red under her scrutiny and looked away, pushing off the shoes I had on. " I did not get shagged." Oh but I did. Hard and fast. By....Xade. Melissa lets out a rush of disappointed air. " Really? But your hair looks a mess and you're spotting a red flush. Even your skin looks sweaty. I know when someone just got fucked V." I gulped, my hand instinctively going to my hair to fix whatever was a mess. " It's very windy outside." I half lied, going to the closet so I can change. I am tempted to go to have a shower, but I feel so tired I just want to sleep. " Uh huh," Melissa didn't believe me and I don't blame her. I didn't sound convincing at all. Guilt bit through me and I am thankful she doesn't question me further. After I put on the huge shirt that covered my small figure to my knees, I made my way to my bed and sank in the sheets. Mel puts off the lights and I turn on my back, my palm lying flat on my stomach as I stared at the dark ceiling. I didn't like this feeling of guilt but I didn't like the feeling of craving for more either. I sighed, forcing my eyes closed and wishing I could just forget the night but knew that it was impossible. __ The next morning I am grateful I do not have classes until later today. I can sleep in for a little longer and try to heal my aches naturally with more sleep. I hadn't caught a wink of sleep last night and had tossed and turned. Even Mel got annoyed and sent her pillow flying straight to my face. I felt guilty and tried to stay still but after ten minutes I was back to being plagued by the scenes with Xade and the guilt that was clearly eating me alive. " You lucky bitch," Mel say as she leaned forward to put on her canvas shoes. She lift her head, her braids falling over her face. " No morning classes. What I would do to be you right now." Trust me Mel, you'd not want to be right now. But instead of speaking my thoughts, I only sent her a smile and tugged the covers to my chin. " I get to sleep in longer, enjoy your lecture." I closed my eyes, forcing out a fake yawn. " Hey, we're still up for afternoon brunch with the guys right?" My eyes flew right open and my heart skipped. I had completely forgotten that we had set up a kind of double date with the guys at the diner where I worked at. I swallowed. Xade will be there...and Kyan and Melissa. Fuck my life. " Uh, can we reschedule?" My voice comes out soft and I cursed inwardly when she shot me a concerned stare. " Are you sure you're okay? You've been acting strange since last night?" she questioned, straightening her spine. I shook my head. " I am fine, just may have caught a little draft because it was cold out last night." I sniffled, trying to make my lies seem more believable. She nod, not quite believing me, and sighed. " But you know how busy Xade gets around this time," she pouted. " He barely makes time for me." I wanted to point out to her that Xade and her were not really exclusive but I knew it would hurt her because she was deeply in love with him. Another reason why I am the worst friend in history. Xade didn't do relationships, however, he and Mel have been on and off more than he has been with any other girl before. Things may be getting serious and I hope I haven't ruined it. " Well then, you two go on that date alone. I'm not risking getting more sick." I can't help but feel a jolt of jealousy even though I knew I shouldn't. She frowned, looking at me with a bit of surprise. " Okay then miss moody," She rolled her eyes and picked up her books to leave. " I'll see you later," she said over her shoulder and I replied back. But when she opens the door, we are both surprise to see a pair of light blue eyes shooting right through my soul instantly. " Xade?" I said breathily, sitting up in surprise and wincing at the movement. His eyes flicker to my thighs and I instantly flushed as I am now reminded again of what happened. So much for pretending nothing happened between us. I suck at this. Melissa let out a happy squeal, flying herself on him, wrapping her slim arms around his neck and planting her lips on his. She moans so loud anyone who was close by I was sure cringed. However, I don't cringe, only sink my teeth in my bottom lip as my heart feels like it has just been ripped out of my chest.	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2,732,323	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-03-03 03:18	active	2747	FREE Reverse Harem Fantasy in KindleUnlimited	A loud laugh belted out of Mirella, and I looked back over to see her sitting in Grayson’s lap, playing with his hair. “Who’s the white-haired girl staring over here?” she asked, loud enough for anyone in the cafe to hear even if they weren’t paying attention. My lips trembled, and I pressed them together as I lowered my head. I didn’t want to hear what Grayson would say, but with my enhanced hearing, I’d hear it even if I ran from the cafe right this second. “She’s an orphan fox that my pack picked up as a kid. She’s terrified of humans, so she probably overheard you,” he said without an inkling of emotion, and the pain began radiating through the bond again. “A shifter scared of humans?” Another laugh bubbled out of her. “That’s absolutely pathetic!” My head shot up, and my gaze met hers. She smirked at me, and anxiety crawled up my throat. I’d never experienced bullying directly to my face. Was this it? I was an outcast at the Arctic Wolf Village, sure, but they never went out of their way to make me feel like this. Besides, what did she know about humans? Had she ever seen them up close? Had she watched them hunt our kind for fun? Humans had weapons that could match our magic. Heat licked up my spine, wrapping around my chest and raising my core temperature. I tore my gaze from hers and locked onto Grayson’s, and smugness pulsed through the bond as he stared at me. “Yeah,” he said to Mirella, not breaking eye contact as he spoke. “She’s nothing but a weak fox. No wonder she’s the last of the species.” My chest tightened. I sucked in air, my lungs expanded, but I couldn’t seem to fill them. Grayson was chosen by the Fates to be my mate. I never had much faith in the Fates, but they really messed up with choosing him. We both rejected the bond, so why wouldn’t the Fates let it break for good? I wouldn’t forgive him for the words he’d spoken during the rejection or now. Giggling, the girl next to them hushed her. “Come on, that’s mean!” I bit my lip to choke back a sob, and a tear burned its way down my cheek. Collective gasps rang out around my table, and Grayson’s smugness fell. There was a hint of guilt through the bond as I forced the hurt down it so he knew just what his words had done. A warm tongue licked the tear away, and I turned my head to find Damien towering over me. Dark gray eyes pierced mine as he leaned forward until his lips were less than an inch from mine. “Don’t cry, little bird. I’ll c^t out his tongue and gift it to you tonight.” A growl reverberated through the cafe, and I knew it was Grayson. Damien’s threat must’ve hit a nerve. Damien pulled back, angling his head up to glare at Grayson. Two black horns protruded from his head as black smoke curled around his body and mine, as if he were claiming me. I glanced around the table to see everyone glaring at Grayson. Thorn, Lachlan, Trixie, and even Kian. My gaze snagged on Alister’s, who was staring directly at me. He leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, and there was something dark swirling in his red eyes. What I would’ve given to know what he was thinking at that moment. Grayson stood up and Mirella scrambled to her feet to avoid falling, placing her hand in his before tugging him out of the cafe with her. The cafe was silent, and I could feel everyone’s stares on me.	LEARN_MORE	https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09J9ZY8Q4?maas=maas_adg	Lyra Winters	https://www.facebook.com/lyrawintersauthor/	2,179	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	www.amazon.com	VIDEO	Kindle \| KU \| Print \| Audio	https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09J9ZY8Q4?maas=maas_adg_352DC60C142F7998C1CA364BC874AC03_afap_abs&ref_=aa_maas&tag=maas	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481287719_651880540630772_2865035735442103297_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=hh7piSTTf94Q7kNvgEJxfnG&_nc_oc=AdiIOYk_m3EJbXaEYcBctsSDW-okgQqYLmbWL5RDTSoWDrji_E-Dpa-i1GqzyLDIlCb2puTXPGc08ETZS9GJLIHR&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A_ShewKxJxQDwlV1-_m3Ur0&oh=00_AYBOTsPhufKBZIM25JIQxoRMo8_iUYsZkI1yHz7t2lgtHw&oe=67CB429A	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Lyra Winters	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,732,326	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-03-03 03:18	active	2747	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	She sacrificed her career, her power, and her future so her husband could sit in the highest seat in the country-with her standing beside him as the perfect First Lady. Until he humiliated her. Publicly. His affair with a younger woman was a spectacle. The headlines mocked her. The whispers picked her apart. And when his mistress got pregnant, Alexander barely looked at Selene as he told her, "This doesn't change anything. You'll always be my wife." No, Alexander. This changes everything. Because Selene doesn't cry. She doesn't beg. She retaliates. And when she's done, he won't just lose his presidency. He'll lose everything. -------- "Do you know what you do to me?" His voice was rough, his fingers sliding beneath lace, teasing, torturing. She pulled his belt loose, the metallic clink drowning beneath her heavy breathing. "Show me." And he did. He pressed into her, swallowed the gasp she let out. The sharp edge of the bookshelf dug into her shoulders, but she barely felt it. All she felt was him-his heat, his weight, the way he owned her completely in that moment. Footsteps echoed faintly outside the door. A voice-muffled, passing. Damian's hand covered her mouth as he moved harder, deeper. The thrill of being caught sent fire through her veins. "Quiet, mon trésor," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "Unless you want them to hear how good I'm bedding you." Selene bit his palm as she came undone, her entire body trembling around him. ________________ Alexander stumbled through the front doors of the White House, his tie loosened, his collar askew. The scent hit Selene first—jasmine and vanilla, cloying and unmistakably feminine. Not hers. She stood at the top of the grand staircase, arms crossed. "You're late." He scoffed, not even looking at her as he tossed his jacket onto a chair. "I don't answer to you." Selene descended, slow, deliberate. "And yet, you reek of another woman." That got his attention. His head snapped up, eyes flashing with something dark—annoyance, perhaps. Not guilt. Never guilt. "Watch your tone, Selene." "Or what?" She stepped closer, chin lifted. "You'll lie to me again? Pretend the entire city doesn't know what you've been doing?" He laughed, a low, condescending chuckle. "I don't need to pretend. I'm the President of the United States. I do what I want. If I want to f another woman, I will. And you?" He grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer. "You'll be a good little trophy wife and smile for the cameras." His grip was tight, just shy of bruising. Testing her. Daring her to break. Selene kept her face blank, even as pain curled through her wrist like a warning. Instead of pulling away, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his ear. "You think you're untouchable." Her voice was barely a whisper, just for him. "But I've already found the cracks in your throne." She felt his fingers twitch—just for a fraction of a second—before he shoved her back. Not hard enough to send her to the floor, but enough to steal her breath. "You forget your place," he said coldly. Her throat tightened. My place? She smoothed her blouse with steady hands, her pulse no longer quick with anger, but something sharper. Colder. "You should be careful, Alexander." She let her eyes drag over him, unimpressed. "You think power makes you untouchable, but you've never been more vulnerable." He smirked, turning toward the bar. "That a threat?" Selene tilted her head, watching as he poured himself a drink with all the arrogance of a man who believed himself invincible. "No," she said smoothly. "It's a promise." He barked out another laugh, tipping his glass at her before walking off. "I'd love to see you try." Selene followed Alexander up the grand staircase, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor. He didn't glance back, shoulders squared as he stalked toward their bedroom. "Alexander, stop," she said, keeping her tone measured. "You're making a spectacle of yourself." She paused. "Of me." He scoffed but didn't slow down. "A spectacle? In my own home?" She caught up just as he pushed open the bedroom doors. The scent of expensive whiskey mixed with the perfume of the other woman made Selene's stomach twist. He shrugged off his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a chair. Selene shut the door behind her. Locked it. "You can't keep doing this." He yanked his tie loose, eyes flicking to her in the mirror's reflection. "And what exactly am I doing, Selene?" "You know well what." Her fingers curled into her palms. "You're embarrassing me. You're embarrassing yourself. The rumors—" "Are just that," he cut in, unbuttoning his shirt. "Besides, I don't answer to you." He turned to face her fully, irritation flashing in his gaze. "Know your place. Let that sink in." There it was again. That smug confidence. That belief that she was nothing but a beautiful fixture in his perfect, curated life. "My place?" she echoed, incredulous. "You must be joking, Alexander. Everything you have, everything you are, is because of me. And this is how you repay me?" He chuckled, a low, humorless sound. "Repay you? Selene, don't fool yourself. You're a trophy. A good one. Beautiful, poised, the perfect First Lady." He took a step closer, towering over her. "But that's all you are. So quit this delusion that you have any power over me." Her heart pounded—not with fear, but with something dark and scheming. Let him underestimate her. "You're spiraling, Alexander." She shook her head, feigning pity. "If you don't rein this in, you will fall." A muscle ticked in his jaw. She'd hit a nerve. "Enough." "You need to—" His hand shot out. The crack echoed. Pain erupted across her cheek, sharp and burning. The force of it made her stumble, her breath catching. Not from fear. Not from hurt. But from fury. The silence between them stretched like a blade, gleaming, waiting. Selene didn't touch the sting blooming across her skin. She just lifted her chin, steady as ever. Alexander exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "I warned you." He turned and strode toward the en-suite bathroom. "Quit challenging me, Selene. I won't tell you again." The door slammed shut behind him. Selene stood frozen. Not in shock. Not in fear. In quiet, measured calculation. He had never laid a hand on her before. Never. Her eyes landed on the bed, where his phone lay abandoned. The screen lit up with an incoming call. Camille Durand. Selene's stomach tightened, the name burning itself into her vision. Without thinking, she snatched the phone off the bed and answered, bringing it to her ear. "Alex, darling," Camille's sultry tone oozed through the speaker. "I was hoping you'd still be awake. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Selene said nothing, gripping the device so hard her nails dug into her palm. Camille hummed. "You were incredible tonight, you know that? The way you—" She stopped abruptly. "Wait. Who is this?" Selene's lips curled into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "His wife." There was a pause, then a soft laugh. "Oh. How disappointing." Selene's grip tightened. "Likewise." Camille didn't bother with pleasantries. "I assume he's in the shower, then?" She sighed dramatically. "God, that man is insatiable. I can barely keep up." Selene stayed silent, letting Camille's words slither between them, every syllable stoking the fire in her chest. "You must know by now," Camille continued, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "He doesn't love you. He never did. You were just convenient. A stepping stone." Selene's nails pressed into her palm, but her expression remained unreadable. "Are you done?" Camille chuckled. "For now. He calls me by your name sometimes. Almost makes me feel bad for you. But don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure he thinks of me while he's with you." Selene ended the call before Camille could say another word. She stood there, breathing heavily, the phone still clutched in her fist. Then, slowly, she placed it back on the bed, smoothing out the covers as if nothing had happened. Alexander thought he could humiliate her. That he could treat her like a disposable ornament and get away with it. He had no idea who he was dealing with. Selene Moreau didn't get mad. She got even. Selene dabbed another layer of concealer over her cheek, blending it carefully. The bruise was faint now, just a shadow beneath the powder, but she could still feel it. A phantom ache. A quiet, burning reminder. Alexander had never hit her before. But now he had. And that changed everything. She snapped the compact shut, set her shoulders, and stepped into the dining room. Damian Wolfe was already there, whiskey in hand, standing beside Alexander. He turned at the sound of her heels against the marble. And he stared. Not like other men did—like she was something to be admired, possessed. Damian's stare was different. Knowing. His dark eyes swept over her, missing nothing. And when it landed on her cheek, her breath caught for half a second. Did he see through the makeup? She didn't let her expression falter. She would not. "Darling," Alexander drawled, swirling his drink. "I was just telling Damian about the press tour next month. Seems they can't get enough of us." Us. Selene reached for her wine glass, her fingers feather-light on the stem. "Us?" she echoed, taking a sip. "Funny. I thought they only wanted you." Out of the corner of her eye, she caught the ghost of a smirk on Damian's lips. Amused. Almost like he was enjoying the cracks in Alexander's carefully curated illusion. Alexander laughed, that easy, arrogant sound. "Come now, we are a team, aren't we?" Selene didn't answer. Just sipped her wine. Damian's voice cut through the charged silence. "Rough day, Selene?" A simple question. But the way he said it smoothly made her pulse spike. And then his eyes flicked, just for a fraction of a second, to her cheek. Like he knew exactly what was beneath the concealer. She felt her grip tighten around the glass, but she kept her face unreadable. Instead, she tilted her head, lips curving slightly. "Nothing I can't handle." A beat. A flicker of something in Damian's expression. He knew. But why did he care? Selene had never been able to figure him out completely. He was sharp, almost too sharp, with a quiet kind of power that didn't need to be flaunted. Where Alexander was loud in his dominance, Damian was restrained, careful. Dangerous in a different way. She wasn't sure if she trusted him. But she also wasn't sure she didn't. Alexander had been ignoring the exchange at first, too absorbed in his own ego, but now she felt the shift. His body stiffened, his fingers curling tighter around his glass. Selene stood slowly, reaching for the wine bottle. And she felt it again—Damian's eyes tracking her. Lingering. Like he was daring her to react. Alexander noticed this time. Before she could pour, his hand covered hers. Tight. A fraction too hard. A touch meant to remind. "Let me," Alexander said, voice light, but there was a tension coiled beneath it. Selene met his eyes, an unreadable smile curving her lips, before withdrawing her hand. Letting him feel like he'd won. Damian watched it all. His smirk deepened, but his eyes... they were sharper now. Assessing. "Something on your mind, Damian?" Alexander asked, his voice threaded with something new. Territorial. Damian raised his glass. "Just admiring your taste." Selene's fingers pressed into the stem of her glass. Did he mean her? Or something else? The air in the room tightened. Alexander let out a slow breath, masking his irritation with a smirk of his own. "Not every man is lucky enough to have a wife as... captivating as mine," he said, his tone veiled with smug satisfaction. Selene lifted her glass to her lips, watching Damian over the rim. Damian's eyes held hers as he took a slow sip of his whiskey. "No," he murmured. "They're not." The silence that followed was deafening. When Damian finally left, Alexander was still stewing, his fingers tapping against the table. Selene saw him off with nothing more than a nod. No words. No expression. Outside, as the heavy doors clicked shut behind him, a guard stepped forward, slipping something into her palm. A folded note. "You deserved better than that. Let me know when you're ready." No name. But she didn't need one. She already knew. The moment the front doors shut behind Damian, Selene felt it coming. The shift. Like a storm rolling in, the pressure in the room changed. The air grew thicker, heavier with something volatile. She didn't turn around immediately. Instead, she carefully smoothed the note between her fingers, then slipped it into the pocket of her dress. Unhurried. Collected. A predator's instinct told her: Don't let him see you flinch first. Alexander's voice cut through the silence. Low. Dangerous. "Did you enjoy yourself?" Selene finally turned. Alexander stood near the bar, his fingers curling and uncurling at his sides. His smirk was lazy, forced, but his eyes were sharp. Too sharp. She tipped her head. "Should I have?" His smile stretched, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Damian, of all people?" Ah. There it was. Jealousy. Alexander hated being ignored. Even more, he hated the idea of someone else seeing what was his. Selene stepped closer. "Damian's been your right-hand man for years. Why the sudden concern?" Alexander let out a dark chuckle, pacing. "Don't insult me, Selene." He turned to her, eyes blazing now. "I saw the way you looked at him." She arched a brow, lips curving slightly. "And how, exactly, was that?" He closed the distance in two strides. "Like you wanted him to see you." A shiver danced down her spine, but she held her ground. His voice dropped to a taunting whisper. "Is that your revenge, then? You want to get back at me with my own ally?" He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. "Pathetic." Selene's fingers curled at her sides. Pathetic. The word slithered under her skin, lodging deep. She exhaled slowly, forcing her expression into something smooth. Indifferent. Then, with careful precision, she lifted her hand and traced a single finger along the lapel of his jacket. A calculated move. One he wouldn't expect. Alexander stilled. "Do you really think I need Damian to get back at you?" she murmured, meeting his eyes. His jaw ticked. Her smile deepened. "If I wanted to ruin you, Alexander," she whispered, her lips barely an inch from his, "I wouldn't need another man to do it." The moment stretched, electric. Then, just as slowly, she stepped back, plucking the glass of wine from the table. Alexander's nostrils flared, his control cracking. She could feel it—the unraveling. The moment where he couldn't decide if he wanted to punish her or prove something to her. Let him wonder. Let him seethe. She took a slow sip of wine, eyes never leaving his, and then, just as smooth, she turned on her heel and walked away. Selene barely made it three steps before he was on her. A hand snatched her wrist, jerking her back so hard she gasped. The sharp crack of shattering glass ricocheted through the room, an echo of the war already waging between them. Before she could react, his mouth was on hers. Bruising. Punishing. His fingers dug into her waist, pulling her flush against him as his teeth scraped her bottom lip, a silent warning, a twisted claim. Mine. The word wasn't spoken, but she felt it in every harsh pull, every breath stolen from her lungs. Her nails bit into his arms, but he didn't let go. Didn't ease up. He wanted her to fight. To struggle. To remind her who was stronger. When he finally pulled back, his grip still ironclad, his breath came ragged. His pupils were blown wide, fury and something uglier, needier, swirling in the depths of his gaze. His voice was low, shaking with barely restrained rage. "You think you can play games with me?" Selene's lips burned. Her heart hammered against her ribs, but she refused to show it. Instead, she lifted a hand and wiped her mouth. Slow. Unbothered. Mocking. Alexander's fingers tightened at her waist. "Look at me when I speak to you." She did. But not the way he wanted. Her visage was ice. He yanked her closer, his lips grazing her ear this time, his voice almost gentle. "No one else touches what's mine, Selene. No one." A shiver rippled down her spine. Not from fear. From the sheer audacity of him. She exhaled a slow, controlled breath. Then, with perfect poise, she pressed her palm against his chest. Not hard. Just enough. Alexander's breath hitched. Then, she shoved. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a statement. A dangerous gleam flickered in his eyes, but she spoke before he could move again. "You may be the President, Alexander," she murmured, smoothing the front of her dress where his hands had been, "but you forget something." His jaw ticked. "What?" Her lips curled, a quiet, knowing smile. "Presidents are replaceable." The silence that followed was deafening. Alexander's entire body went still. His chest rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths, but she could see the way his hands curled into fists at his sides.	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2,732,330	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-03-03 03:18	active	2747	Continue reading 👉"The Struggles of the Prostitute "	"Ugh...take it easy..." I mumbled through gritted teeth. "AHhhh..." When it was finally over with Guy, "Here - extra five thousand," he said, peeling bills from his roll. "Thanks." I pocketed the cash without counting, straightened my skirt, and exited the bathroom stall. "Hey...was Guy any good?" San cornered me by the sinks. I leaned against the tiled wall, "He was alright. Got the job done." "Oh alright then," He grabbed my wrist. "Here's twenty grand. Help me get my job done." "Ugh...you just had me yesterday. Again?" "I want it." "Ah..ah...ah!" "Ah, c'mon...who's better - me or that Guy~?" I stared at the water-stained ceiling. "Ah..I asked...me or Guy...who's better?" "Mmm...dunno..Ah.." When San finally left, I sat smoking by the restroom entrance. Some pale-faced pretty boy materialized beside me - porcelain skin, designer stubble, the kind that makes normal girls weak. Not me. I died inside years ago. "Selling?" He broke the silence. "Hmm...You buying? If not, don't ask." "Wanna take this to my place?" I finally looked at him properly. "How old are you?" "Sixteen," he offered a ghost of a smile. "Maybe after closing time." "I'm White," he persisted. "Uh-huh." "Your name...?" I turned my back, disappearing into the club's neon guts. My name is Gemma, and sometimes they call me Gem. I'm 20 years old. I'm studying at a renowned university. I have a sharp face, big eyes, and a tan complexion that is neither very fair nor very dark. And I want to say without shame that I sell my body in order to survive. My family has a large export business. Our family's financial status is wealthy, reaching billionaire levels. I have enjoyed a comfortable life since childhood. Unfortunately, my mother passed away when I was young. Just one year ago, my father introduced a woman named Emma to our home and informed me that she was his new wife. Emma has a stepchild named Jin, who is only one year older than me. Initially, I didn't feel anger towards my father for bringing someone else to replace my mother. I understood that he was likely feeling lonely and desired companionship. Moreover, both my stepmother and Jin have been kind to me. Everything seemed to be going well. Until my father got into a car accident and passed away. After the funeral, my stepmother revealed her true self. All the things she did while my father was alive were just a facade. She isn't as good as I thought. A few days after my father's funeral, my stepmother forced me to leave our house. All of my father's shares went to her. She made me stay in a small house that was quite far from the main house. She didn't allow me to spend a single penny and said that if I wanted money for personal expenses, I had to work in exchange. She and her child made me do various chores, including sweeping, mopping, washing dishes, dusting, and cleaning the bathroom. I had to do everything for just five bucks. Jin likes to tear up or burn my homework. I have nothing to submit to my teachers. It has even reached a point where I almost lost the opportunity to take exams. They refused to pay a single dollar for my tuition fees. My stepmother told me to quit and study at a public school. In order for her to pay for my tuition, I had to endure, hold back, and suppress my feelings. Initially, I cried a lot, missing my mom and dad. I even contemplated suicide... but I didn't go through with it. I wonder why my mom and dad didn't take me with them. I wish I could live with them. I wish Dad had known the true character of his new wife before he was gone. I made my decision based on the advice of my close friend, Amber. She told me to use my body for me to have money. Of course, I did not want to do it but the circumstances around me forced me to. If I don't do it, I won't have any money. Moreover, I had to drop out of school because I couldn't afford the tuition fees. The little kid named Gemma, who had a cheerful personality, spoke well, and loved to smile, and whose life used to be filled with happiness. Now...that Gemma has already died because of everything that happened. What is happiness? I can't remember the last time I smiled. Recently, I did it with a senior student named Marco in an abandoned restroom behind the university. He was a 4th year student and was a hot guy at school. More importantly, he was Jin's boyfriend, my stepmother's daughter. Marco and I had been secretly doing it many times without Jin knowing. If she only knew, I believe she would be devastated. Huh! After we finished, Marco and I parted ways. "Gem, where have you been? I've been looking for you all over campus," greeted Amber, my only close friend. I didn't answer, I just raised my eyebrows at her once, and she knew what I had done. "And who is the guy?" she asked me. "It's Marco," I answered. “Wow! Again? Looks like Marco is attracted to you huh." "Probably. He gives me three hundred bucks this time." "Jin might lose her mind if she finds out that you've been secretly meeting her boyfriend," Amber uttered. "Well, that's what I want," I said in a calm voice with a cold expression. "Hmm. I like it. But anyway, let's go study." Amber and I have known each other since elementary school. We are very close. Amber is just like me. She sells her body to survive. That's why it's just the two of us together. I don't have any other friends. Amber had to resort to selling herself because her family's company went bankrupt. People know what kind of women Amber and I are. We can't be expelled from the University because Amber knows the owner. That's why we are still able to study there until now. After class was finished, it was time to go home. "Want to go out tonight, Gem?" Amber asked. "Oh, let's go," I answered. "At the pub tonight at 10:00 p.m. I'll pick you up at the condo." Since I started selling myself, I haven't set foot in that house again--the house I've lived in since I was born. "Gem, Gem, look at that!!" Amber pointed out to me a couple. They are a couple that only attracts jealous people. The two of them were sitting, bickering at their usual corner table. Those two people are Marco and Jin. Huh... many people are jealous of the two of them. But I'm not jealous at all. It's even pitiful. "A rotting ghost with a rotting coffin," I said with no emotion. "Yes, you're right." Someday, I will make my stepmother and stepsister know what it's like to have everything taken away. At exactly 10:00 in the evening, Amber came to pick me up at the condo. We are going to a pub tonight. "Hey, you look great tonight, huh?" Amber tilted her head while looking at me. "I'll meet someone later," I uttered. "Hmm... with whom?" she asked. "It's Caleb." "Is that Marco's friend?" "Uh... yes." "So he won't have any problems?" "What problems will there be? Will they have problems because of someone like me?" I uttered. "Not like that," she said. "I'll take care of both of us later," I told her. "Alright. I'll leave it to you then," Amber replied. *** At the pub. The guys had arrived and already ordered, waiting at the table. Amber and I walked together to find Caleb at the table. Garry, Jackson, and Marco were sitting there. The latter looked at me with a slightly shocked expression upon seeing me. "Is this the girl you told Garry about?" Marco turned to ask Caleb. "Oh, Gem, come sit here," Caleb called me to sit next to him. As for Amber, she sat next to Justine. Then the waitress walked over and prepared some drinks for us. After sitting and drinking for a while, Caleb reached out and poked my arm. "Let's go to the bathroom." Caleb leaned forward and whispered to me. "Are you in a hurry?" I asked him. Caleb raised his eyebrows at me and then stood up, walking towards the bathroom. "I'll be back soon, Amber." I turned to talk to Amber, then got up and followed Caleb. When we arrived at the bathroom, Caleb dragged me into the last cubicle. "Uh. Chill. Take it easy. Okay?" I pushed Caleb on his shoulder. Then after that, Caleb walked out of the bathroom. As for me, I straightened my clothes and then walked out of the bathroom. "Hey... is the guy really good?" As I was walking out of the bathroom, a man's voice greeted me. I turned my head to see who it was. "Marco," I uttered. Marco was standing in front of me, smoking a cigarette while looking at my face. "Hmm. He's fine. It's still thrilling in some way," I responded to him. "Huh!" he smirks. Marco took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke forcefully. As I was about to walk past him, he grabbed my arm to stop me. "Yes?" I raised my eyebrows and asked Marco. Marco took another puff from his cigarette and blew the smoke in my face, looking at me intently. He then pulled me into the same place I had just come out of. Marco walked back to the table first. As for me, I sat in front of the bathroom, smoking a cigarette. Suddenly, a man appeared out of nowhere and sat next to me. He was handsome, with fair skin and a smooth face that resembled a woman's. However, no matter how attractive he was, it didn't affect me in any way. Just as Amber had once told me, I felt numb. I couldn't feel love for anyone. "Are you for sale?" The man sitting next to me suddenly said. "What?" I turned to look at him. "Are you offering yourself?" he asked. "Um...why? Do you want me? Because if you don't want my service, just don't ask," I uttered. He remained silent and continued to smoke his cigarette. Meanwhile, I continued smoking until I was finished. I flicked the cigarette away and stood up, preparing to walk back to the table. However, the man grabbed my arm before I could leave. "Do you want to come to my condo?" he asked. I looked surprised at the face of the man who invited me to his condo. "How old are you?" I asked. "Sixteen." He smiled faintly at me. "I'll see you when the pub closes," I uttered. "Can I have your number?" he asked. "Give me your phone," I uttered. He handed the phone to me. I pressed my number for him to go. When finished, I handed the phone back. "My name is Brandon," he said. "Hmm," I replied shortly. "And your name is...?" I didn't answer. I just turned my back on him and walked into the pub. "Hey...you still haven't told me what your name is," he shouted behind me but I didn't care. I walked back to the table and noticed Marco sitting there, flirting with a woman. This man is quite naughty, I must say. But interestingly enough, Marco and Jin seem to have a certain compatibility. Because Jin is secretly involved with Garry, who happens to be Marco's friend. And it's highly unlikely that Marco is aware of this situation. As for me, I only know about it because Caleb shared the whole story with me. "What took you so long?" Caleb pulled me by the waist and hugged me. "I just happened to run into someone I know, so we chatted for a bit," I answered. "Will you spend the night with me tonight?" Caleb whispered to me. "I'm not available tonight... maybe next time." "Alright then... but next time, I hope you won't refuse to spend the night with me," he uttered. I nodded. "Yeah, I promise." "Marco, you're neglecting your friends," I heard Jackson suddenly say to Marco. It seems like Marco is only focused on flirting with women and doesn't seem to care about anyone else. "Yeah, guys! I'll go to the bathroom first!" After saying that, Marco and the woman stood up and walked towards the bathroom. I suppose it's not hard to guess why they went there. They probably will do something hot. Then we continued drinking. After a while, Jackson and Caleb excused themselves to go outside to smoke cigarettes. "Gem, I've been looking for you since earlier." "Why? What's going on?!" I asked my friend. "Look at the man at that table. I see him looking at you all the time." Amber extended her hand and nudged me to look at the person she was referring to. I glanced over at the table where Amber pointed, and as I turned to look at the man sitting there, he raised his glass of wine and gave me a sweet smile. It was the same guy who had invited me to his condo while I was in the bathroom. His name is Brandon. "Hey Gem, I really want him. But he seems very interested in you. He doesn't even glance at me." She made a slightly angry face. "So can you go up to him and ask for his name? Or could you get his number for me?" she added. "Hmm. His name is Brandon. And he got my number earlier," I replied to Amber. "Oh! That's why he's been looking at you. He likes you," Amber whispered to me. I just shrugged. "So how is it? Is he cool?" "We didn't really talk much. We agreed to meet when the pub is closed. And he invited me to go to his condo," I replied to Amber. "Hmm. Why are there so few handsome and cool guys?" she uttered. "You talk like your dad isn't handsome at all." The father I'm talking about is the owner of the university where Amber is secretly having an affair. Even though he's in his forties, he's still handsome. He has a very muscular and fit physique, with a tight six-pack. "Shh! Don't say that loud or Daddy will show up. I actually sneaked away to come here!" "I hope your daddy comes here to see you," I joked. "Oh God! Gem! You just hit a nerve talking about Daddy. It gave me goosebumps." Amber rubbed her arm back and forth. Amber and I continued drinking. A guy named Brandon was looking at me. He kept his gaze fixed on me even when I looked away. I pretended not to care. For a while, Marco, Caleb, and Jackson returned to the table. We didn't know where the woman who was with Marco went, and she didn't come back. Then we continued drinking until the pub was about to close. After a while, my phone rang. I picked it up and checked who had sent me a text message. When I clicked to look, I immediately knew who had greeted me. It was that guy named Brandon. From Brandon: I'm waiting in the car. He also mentioned the type of car he has and its registration number. I read the message but didn't reply. "Hey, Amber. I might leave first," I said. "Oh, are you leaving? Alright. I'll just go home with Jackson later," Amber replied with a meaningful smile. "You're leaving? The pub isn't closed yet. It seems like you're in a hurry to go home," Garry commented. "I have somewhere to go. Please excuse me," I uttered. "Hey, Gem. Don't forget next time, you have to sleep with me," Caleb whispered. I nodded. "Alright. I won't forget." "Amber, don't get too drunk." I turned to tell Amber. She nodded at me and responded, "Okay." Then I walked out of the pub and headed straight to the car of a guy named Brandon. As I was walking towards the car, my phone kept receiving messages one after another. But I didn't read them because I was trying to spot Brandon's car. After walking around for a while, I found his car. I opened the door and sat inside. When I got inside, Brandon was waiting for me. "So, let's go?" he asked. I nodded. Brandon then started the car and drove away from the pub. "You haven't told me your name yet." He looked at me. "Do I really need to say it?" I said quietly, maintaining a serious expression. As I finished my sentence, Brandon seemed a bit taken aback by my response. "Please tell me your name. I really want to know your name," he pleaded. "It's not necessary," I replied. "Why are you so cold?" he asked. "Smile for me, please... I think if you smile, you must be very beautiful," he added. Why does this guy talk so much? I'm starting to get annoyed. I remained silent and didn't answer. Then I leaned my head against the car window. "You're so cold huh," Brandon said as he continued driving. While we were in the middle of our journey to his condo, my phone kept receiving messages one after another. I checked my phone to see who was sending the messages, and it seemed urgent. I saw that the messages were from Marco. From: Marco Why are you in such a hurry to leave? Come back to the front of the pub. I'll wait for you. Who is with you in the car, huh? Where are you now? Why aren't you replying? I didn't respond to his messages. After reading them, I turned off my cell phone. "Is your boyfriend looking for you?" Brandon asked me. It seemed like he also noticed the consecutive messages coming to my phone. "No, and stop asking questions," I replied to him. Brandon just shrugged his shoulders. After a short while, we arrived at his condo. When we entered, he took me up to his room. It was a very luxurious room, indicating that he must come from a wealthy background. "Please give me your account number. I don't have any cash here. I'll transfer it to you," Brandon said, handing me his phone. I entered the account number for him. After a while, a voice message came in, but I didn't see how much was transferred. "Do you want it in the room or here?" I asked, then pointed to the large sofa. "Who said I would do that to you?" Brandon smiled sweetly at me. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "I just want to sleep and hold you. I didn't think of anything like that," he clarified. After Brandon said he didn't want anything to happen between us and just wanted to cuddle, I took my cell phone and checked how much money he had transferred to my account. And I was surprised to see that the money was quite a lot. "If that's the case, why did you transfer such a large amount of money?" I asked him. "Well, I just wanted to." Brandon smiled sweetly at me, then he took my hand and walked into the bedroom. Once inside the room, we both lay down on the bed. Brandon hugged me from behind. "Hey, are you already asleep?" I heard him ask. But I remained silent and didn't respond. "You're probably asleep. Good night, then." After saying that, Brandon kissed me once on the shoulder. Throughout the night, Brandon did indeed keep his word. And I couldn't believe that he didn't do anything other than just hold me. Perhaps this guy is going crazy, paying me a large sum of money but nothing happened between us. The next morning was Saturday. I didn't have any classes at the university today. I woke up late, so I got up and prepared to go back to my condo. Meanwhile, Brandon was still asleep beside me. But when he felt me getting up, he also woke up. "Are you leaving?" he asked, opening his eyes. "Yeah," I replied curtly. "I'll drive you," Brandon said, jumping out of bed and standing up. "No need. I can manage on my own," I told him. "No. I brought you here. I can't let you leave on your own. Just wait for me. I'll just take a quick shower." Brandon got up from the bed and hurriedly grabbed a towel before heading into the bathroom. But does he really think I will listen to him and wait for him? After Brandon went into the bathroom, I decided to leave his room as well. When I arrived outside the building, I hailed a cab to go back to my condo. Once I reached my room, I sat down on the sofa and let out a sigh. After a few moments, tears welled up in my eyes. "I miss you so much, Dad, Mom," I said as tears streamed down on my cheeks. This world is really cruel to me. After crying, I clenched my fists. I gritted my teeth and glanced out the window with vengeance burning in my eyes. "You will pay for everything you've done to me, Emma and Jin!" I exclaimed. Then, I raised my hand to gently wipe away my tears and took a deep breath. After a while, I got up from the sofa and took a shower, changing into fresh clothes. After that, I proceeded to clean my entire room. I was engrossed in what I was doing when my phone rang. When I checked, it was Amber calling me. "Hey, Amber, why did you call?" I asked her. "Are you at your condo right now? I'll come over. I'm bored," she said to me. "Sure, I'll wait for you," I replied. "Okay. I'll come over. Bye, Gem!" After that, she ended the call. Then I continued with my cleaning. After a while, I heard the sound of the doorbell. I thought it might be Amber, especially since I wasn't expecting any other visitors at the moment. So, after setting aside my cleaning supplies, I headed towards the door and opened it. However, I was surprised because it wasn't Amber who greeted me. "Marco!" I exclaimed in surprise. He took the opportunity to enter my condo without my permission! "Why are you here? What do you need?" I asked him after closing the door. "Where have you been? And why haven't you been replying to my messages, huh?" he said, his eyes narrowing slightly. "It's none of your business where I've been. And why do I need to tell you?" I retorted. But Marco remained silent, just staring at my face. After a moment, my cell phone rang, indicating a new message. I was about to check it when Marco snatched it away from me. "What ! Give it back to me. You have no right to my personal belongings, Marco!" I exclaimed angrily. But it seemed like Marco wasn't even listening to what I was saying. His attention was solely focused on my cell phone. "Did you sleep with this guy?" Marco asked, raising the cell phone out of my reach. And I knew he was reading the messages from Brandon to me. "Yes! I slept with him!" I said, snatching the cell phone back from Marco's hand. "When will you stop selling your body, Gem? I've told you before! I'll take care of you! How much money do you need?!" he exclaimed forcefully. Marco had talked about this matter with me many times already, but I kept refusing. "You don't need to do that!" I told him. "Why don't you want to?!" he asked. "For what? So you can make me a mistress while you're with Jin? I know you exactly know what's going on between me and that woman! If you want me to stop selling myself, leave Jin! Because I won't settle for being just a mistress, Marco!" I retorted. "Are you going crazy?! I'm paying you and I never fail! And Jin? She has nothing to do with this! If you only knew, she wants you to come back home! You're the one making things difficult for yourself, Gem! What do you think you're doing? Don't you even think about Aunt Emma?" he said to me. "I'm an outsider. What do you know? Do you believe what those two are saying?" I exclaimed angrily. "Gemma!" Marco tightly squeezed my arm. But I didn't show him that I was in pain. Instead, I lifted my head and looked directly into his eyes. In these moments, I knew he was angry with me. After a while, his cell phone suddenly rang. Marco let go of my arm and answered the call, while his other hand remained in his pants pocket. "Yes, Jin. I'm on my way already," he said. "Huh!" I sarcastically laughed upon hearing the name of his caller. Marco turned towards me and stared at me. This guy is such a jerk. "Yes, I'll be there in half an hour. I just need to change," Marco added while looking at me. After that, he ended the call. In an instant, he pushed me down onto the large sofa. "Here's the money. Take it!" he said, holding it close to my face. "You'll be meeting your beloved girlfriend, won't you?" I asked in a soft voice, my hand gently caressing his arm. For now, I will let them be happy. But in the end, I will make sure that their happiness fades away. After a while, Amber arrived. "Gem, I think I saw Marco coming from here," she said to me. "That was him," I replied. "Oh, don't tell me you two are getting along now?" she asked. "No way!" I denied. "But I think Marco has feelings for you. So just let him be. By the way, where does he get the money he pays you?" she asked. "I don't know. He's not rich or anything. So that's strange," I replied. "That's exactly it!" she agreed. After that, Amber and I sat and talked for a while. As the afternoon passed by, Amber said she was bored, so she invited me to go out and take a walk to the mall. But when we arrived there, we heard someone calling us from behind, asking us to wait while we were busy strolling. "Hey, ladies. Wait for me!" Amber and I turned to see who it was. "Oh! He's the guy who kept staring at you last night, right?" Amber remarked.	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