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2,445,335	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445327}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:33	active	1801	💟Here in Wehear, vampire/werewolf/billionaire tells their own love affairs! Join 5m female and listen to the best romance!	Chapter 1 Seven years earlier Leilani grabs her long white blonde, slightly dishevelled hair, wrapping it up in a tight bun above her head as she picks up the mop and starts cleaning up where the bucket has tipped, caring little about the large gash on her forehead, as the bright red blood slowly trails down her pale face. The gray tiles show a slight reflection on their flooded surface, the dirt and bubbles slightly distorting the view. Her stormy blue eyes look near lifeless as she looks at the mess in front of her. Just desperately trying to clean it up before someone notices. She wipes her forehead as the last bit of the evidence is all cleaned up, hearing footsteps coming her way. She cringes trying to grab the mop bucket before a foot connects with it. The dirty water spills once again and laughter prevails in the silent hallway. Leilani's stormy blue eyes move up to meet the hazel eyes of Maggie, as Maggie looks down at her condescendingly a flicker of maliciousness in her eyes and a cruel taunting laugh fills the empty hallway. "Look what you did, you orphan scum" Leilani looks back down at the floor. Her shoulders droop as she breathes out a soft sigh of frustration, not daring it to be audible enough that Maggie hears it, all Leilani can do is constantly swallow the insults and try her very best to blend into the background. Maggie looks at the girl who is a few years younger than herself and already carries the sort of beauty, with stunning features that will either grow into a gorgeous girl or end up a mess. Leilani is too skinny and is so used to lowering her head that her shoulders almost seem hunched, even though she is only fourteen. Every time Maggie actually sees Leilani’s face. It just makes her want to grab the white blonde hair and slam Leilani into the wall once more to add to the destruction of her face. It is rarely just a thought. If Maggie wants to do something she just does it. Maggie grabs the bun on the top of Leilani’s head and pulls it back harshly to make Leilani look at her as she hovers over with gritted teeth and fiery hatred burning bright. Leilani tries to hide the tremor that threatens to engulf her body as she looks into the vicious face. “Your parents probably killed themselves as soon as they saw you. I am not sure why they didn’t kill you instead. There would have been one less plague to mankind, one less oxygen thief in the world” The laughter is so cold and Leilani can feel it creeping up her spine, threatening to engulf her, even though she has heard all the words many times before, it never gets any easier to hear. “Maybe they didn’t even die, maybe they just saw you and knew what a bitter disappointment you would grow into, so they just left you and walked off into the sunset knowing how much better their lives would be without you. Maybe they are sitting someplace nice with their new family, a loving mum, dad and kids, clinking glasses knowing that they have avoided the curse that you are” Leilani’s bottom lip trembles slightly as she tries to keep her emotions in. She wants to be strong, but with the constant taunting, the constant attacks, the lack of support, compassion and love that makes the others thrive. She has nothing, she is hated within the pack that she has been in since she was around four months old, no one knows even her birthday, no one knows the name her parents gave her. Everyone just hates her for her unknown origins, but how is it her fault? Leilani didn’t choose this life, she had no say in the matter at all. “What is it? The little princess is gonna cry? You are so weak, you disgust me” Leilani tries to hold back her tears but the uncooperative beads fall down one by one, staining her pale cheeks. Maggie laughs hard, manipulating the hair in her hand to hit Leilani’s head into the wall with as much force as she can muster. Leilani slumps to the floor and Maggie kicks her in the jaw and bends slightly, extending her hand with red manicured nails and picking up the mop bucket, pouring the rest of the water on Leilani before walking away laughing. Leilani pushes herself off the ground as soon as Maggie’s footsteps have faded. She just pretends to be unconscious as she can usually halve the beatings that way, but it has given everyone the impression that she is unbelievably weak. Most in the pack assumes that she won’t even have a wolf when she turns eighteen. Leilani can only hope that that is not true as it would be nice to have something on her side. She has been terribly alone for a long time. Leilani stands once more, wiping her blood with her drenched and dirty shirt before cleaning up the mess once again. She hears footsteps and grabs the bucket, gripping it tight as she runs in the direction of the cleaning cupboard that doubles as her bedroom. She has been in charge of cleaning the whole pack house for as long as she can remember. Usually, the wolves don’t move into the pack house until the age of sixteen, staying with their parents in the various houses dotted around the property. Leilani is not so lucky, somehow being looked after enough to keep her alive till the age of four, when a small mattress was deposited on the floor of the cleaners room that became her room, as there were no spare beds in the pack house. Leilani laughs as she cleans the ten extra empty rooms once weekly. She once tried to use one of the rooms without asking and was beaten badly and tied to the punishment pole until she nearly lost her life. Leilani has taken to the more natural cleaners and even then they are stored in an airtight container so she doesn't get poisoned as she sleeps. Leilani sighs as she looks at her bed that is covered with floor cleaner. She has no idea what she has done to offend Maggie, but she cannot catch a break. Maggie is the alphas daughter of a neighbouring pack and Gabriel’s current most favourite plaything. Leilani bundles up her soiled sheets and takes off toward the laundry room. What does one more load matter when she has sixteen to do a day on a good day? The weekends are the worst when she has to wash so many sets of sheets and keep the beds of all the s*x crazed wolves clean. She pauses slightly as she hears the conversation coming from the slightly ajar alpha office. Not usually one to eavesdrop, she has enough self-preservation to prevent herself from doing something so suicidal, but for some reason the conversation just draws her in. Leilani pulls the sheets tight to her body and tries to control her breathing as she listens. In the office, future alpha Gabriel faces his father, Alpha Lance. Gabriel runs a large hand through his slightly long, blonde wavy hair. With a slight tug on the end, that is the only thing that shows his frustration. Lance looks at Gabriel with raised eyebrows. His fingers are knitted over the keypad of his laptop as he studies his son and the strange sudden request from him. "Let me get this straight. You want to send Leilani away?" "Yes, there is nothing complicated about that request Dad. I want that orphan peasant off the pack grounds. Her presence in the house makes me sick. It is like allowing a vermin problem to just fester away without ever getting an exterminator" Lance shrugs his shoulders. He has nothing particularly against the meek little girl who does a good job cleaning and keeping out of sight. She used to be annoying, but now he knows that she is doing about four other people's work. Lance sighs as his fingers expertly fly across the keys of his laptop. Outside the door. Leilani's silent breath is struggling to draw the required oxygen as her eyes glaze over the unshed tears that are threatening to fall as her heart squeezes. Lance stares at the screen casually like he isn't about to change a girl's life just because his son feels like it. To him, an orphan, a she wolf of unknown origins means nothing. She is replaceable and it makes no difference to him whether she lives or dies. "Hmm let's see here. There is not much coming up at all. Most things start in the new season. The only thing available sooner is elite training" "When does that start?" "In two days" Gabriel nods his head before he continues. "What about the others?" "The others have only just started and they never allow you participants once started, so it won't be up for another three months" Gabriel rubs his chin. There is no way that he can handle being in the same house with that mate scent that just rubs it in his face 24/7 that he somehow is mated to someone as pathetic as Leilani. "No, that's too long. Elite training it is" Lance clicks into the information. While he knows all about elite training, it is not something that he has ever sent a member of his pack to. "It has an incredibly high death rate to the point that you're more likely to die then you are to come out the other side of it, made worse by the fact that Leilani is at the youngest end of the accepted applicants" “That's fine, good riddance really" Gabriel leans back in his chair with his arms crossed behind his head, his posture is relaxed and the tension that has been sitting in his shoulders since his eighteenth birthday when he first got his wolf and he first smelled that scent finally starts to release. A slight smile quirks the side of his pursed lips as his facial muscles finally allow a different emotion than it has been three whole days that he hasn't been able to bring himself to make a single smile but now he is actually happy. His voice has a tinge of joy and the anger that has been sitting behind his eyes is gone. "How long is it for?" "If she makes it that far, it runs for six years" Gabriel's slight smile turns into a broad grin as he nods happily. Even if the worst happens and she does survive, at least he doesn't have to see her for six whole years. By then, he will be Alpha and then he doesn't need to allow her back into the pack anyway. He can pick someone strong to be by his side.	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2,446,079	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2446075}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:46	active	1801	🔥 Click To Read More 👉	It was the middle of summer. Inside the Shepard Villa, a young woman sat on an expensive leather sofa, lazily enjoying her bubblegum. Her flawless skin seemed to glisten under the sunlight. She was as beautiful as a work of art. She puffed and blew a bubble even larger than her face. "Bonnie’s just not good enough for me, okay? I'm canceling the wedding!" The man standing in the doorway threw the young woman a disgusted look. Bonnie's mother, Vera Shepard, was alarmed. "Hadwin, I know I can't really blame you for this because Bonnie is always fooling around. "But her grandpa and your grandpa wanted you to marry her. How could you cancel the wedding just like that?" Vera shot Bonnie a glare. "Apologize to Hadwin now, and promise that you'll never fool around again!" Bonnie popped her bubblegum and looked up defiantly. "Apologize? He should be the one apologizing to me! He broke his promise to marry me and insulted me!" Vera was infuriated. Before she could say a word, Bonnie continued, "Besides, I've never fooled around, okay? He's the one who's been cheating on me! So I don’t care if the wedding is canceled anyway." "Bonnie! Why, you—" Vera spoke through clenched teeth. "Enough, Vera." Holding up his hand, Hadwin interrupted and said, "Bonnie's beauty is only skin deep. I appreciate inner beauty more. "I'll never marry someone like her, even if she begs me to. There's only one girl I’ll ever marry—" He looked upstairs lovingly. "And that's Trina." "Hadwin!" Moved, Trina Shepard rushed downstairs. "Trina!" Hadwin strode over to the stairwell and opened his arms. Trina threw herself into his embrace. Tears welled up in Trina's eyes. "I can finally marry you now!" "I’m sorry, Trina, I should have canceled the wedding sooner." "It's all right. I know you had your reasons…" As the couple made eyes at each other, Bonnie received a text: "Ms. Bonita, the research is at its final stage. Elite soldiers have been sent to escort you for your safety. We're arriving now." Bonnie wrote a reply: "Be right out." She spat out her bubblegum, got up, and headed toward the door. Trina, who was secretly watching her, thought Bonnie was leaving because she felt ashamed. But she didn’t think Bonnie had been humiliated enough. "Don't go, Bonnie! I'm sorry for what happened. Hadwin and I love each other. You can just blame me for this, okay? It's not his fault." Bonnie calmly looked over her shoulder. "Fuck off, bitch," Bonnie said impassively. "Won’t you forgive me? Why don't you hit me so you can feel better?" Trina took Bonnie's hand and used it to slap her own face. "What the hell are you doing, Bonnie? How dare you assault your sister!" Vera charged over and smacked Bonnie's hand away. Bonnie looked down and saw the red mark on her hand. 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"How could you say something so hurtful? I might not have given birth to her, but she’s still my daughter. Don't ever say that again!" Vera often wished that she had given birth to Trina instead. Bonnie had heard that many times. "I need to go. I'm not coming back tonight." Bonnie headed to the door. "What? You're going out to fool around again?" Vera was angry. "It's not like that," Bonnie replied. "Then what have you been doing? Spill it!" Vera shouted. Bonnie pursed her lips with a frown. "It's classified. I can't tell you." She left the villa before Vera could say another word. "What did I do to deserve such a daughter?" Outside, Bonnie reached the gate. She saw more than a hundred green armored vehicles come roaring over. Suddenly, a deafening ‘whoop-whoop-whoop’ was heard, accompanied by gusts of strong wind. Bonnie looked up and saw a dozen helicopters hovering in the sky, ready for action. Soldiers dressed in matching camouflage uniforms swiftly descended from the vehicles and surrounded Bonnie in an orderly fashion. Chapter 2 Their leader saluted Bonnie. "Please get in the car, Ms. Bonita." "Why did you bring so many people here?" Bonnie scanned her surroundings, noting not only the large number of people but also the heavy weaponry they held. "You're a national treasure of Arvandor, Ms. Bonita. We can’t let anything happen to you. I would have brought at least ten times more soldiers if you hadn’t said something.” The man who said that was Brigham Hartley. He wore navy blue epaulets on his shoulders adorned with yellow trim. He stood tall and had an imposing presence. "Come on, I'm just going to the research institute. Besides, I can take care of myself, okay?" Bonnie said nonchalantly. "The whole world is waiting for the results of your research. If you succeed, it’ll be a game-changer for human civilization. We’ll do anything to ensure your safety and keep anyone else from finding out your true identity!" Brigham said, excitedly. He was a huge fan of Bonnie. Bonnie raised her brow and tried to change the subject. "Oh, where's Jim?" "He's gone overseas to join the International Fighting Championship. I'll be in charge of your safety for now." "Okay, let's go." Bonnie got into the vehicle. The Shepard family butler heard the commotion and went out to the gate to find out what was going on. He was shocked to see Bonnie being escorted away by soldiers in camouflage. "Oh, no, ma'am! Ms. Bonnie’s been taken away by the police." "What on earth happened?" Vera was astounded. "I have no idea, ma'am! An army of police officers cornered her and took her away." Vera quickly rushed out of the villa, followed by Trina and Hadwin. When they reached the gate, the helicopters were long gone, and Vera only saw the SUVs moving away. "What the hell?" Vera grew pale and held a hand to her heart. "Has Bonnie broken the law?" Trina asked. "So many people came to get her! What could she possibly have done?" Hadwin frowned. Murder? Multiple homicides? Or something even crazier? They had no way of knowing for now. *** Two days later, a round of applause erupted in the top laboratory of the city of Pyralis. "Woohoo! We've finally succeeded after working on the research for a whole year." "We owe it to Ms. Bonita. We couldn't have developed the new carbon nanomaterial so soon without her guidance!" "That's right, she's the reason why we succeeded! We’ll be able to make advancements in every industry in the country once this nanomaterial is widely adopted. This is great news for Arvandor!" "We're going to wow the whole world!" Thrilled, the highly respected and elderly professors cheered like children. Bonnie, however, continued to drink her coffee calmly. One of the elderly professors approached her. "I’ve just received a call from the National Research Institute, Ms. Bonita. They’d like to know when you’ll be available to hold the press conference." "Well, that's up to them." The old professor asked tentatively, “Do you mind if I take care of it?” "Go ahead," Bonnie said. "Oh, and even the International Collaborative Research Organization has called to ask about this now that we've garnered nationwide attention. You need to come to the press conference, okay?" He was worried because Bonnie was usually low-key and almost never showed up at events like this. Bonnie hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay." 'Woohoo!' The professor whooped inwardly in relief. He really thought she would say no. If she had, he would have been placed in a difficult position because the higher-ups would insist he make her go. "I'll deal with it then." "Sure." Bonnie waved him off and continued to drink her coffee. Her phone vibrated. The caller ID showed that it was Sigmund Knight. Bonnie answered it, and the old man's excited voice came through. "I heard your wedding’s been canceled, Bonnie. Congratulations!" He laughed heartily. She had expected him to say this, so Bonnie waited for him to finish. "Now, according to our agreement, you would think about marrying my grandson if you were no longer engaged. It’s time to fulfill your promise." Bonnie raised her brow. "Okay, but will your grandson agree to this? He's the hottest bachelor in Pyralis. He could have any girl he wants." "He has to. Oh, I asked him to pick you up at a supermarket near the research institute so he wouldn't find out your true identity. I've given him your number. He’ll text you when he arrives." Her phone dinged as she received a message that read "I'm here." Sigmund heard it and quickly said, "My grandson must have texted you. Go meet him now." "Okay," Bonnie answered indifferently. She left the institute after bidding the professors goodbye. As she stepped out of the building, she saw an eye-catching black Maybach. "That looks familiar…" Three years ago, she successfully treated the father of a rich tycoon from overseas. She had been given a limited-edition Maybach as a gift—there were only ten in the world. She didn't like driving, so she gave it to Sigmund for his birthday. Just as Bonnie remembered what happened, the driver's window lowered, revealing a handsome face. "Hi, you're Bonnie Shepard, right?" "Yup." Bonnie nodded, She sized up the man in front of her. He was wearing an open-collared floral shirt with a peculiar-looking necklace around his neck, and seemed incredibly frivolous. Was this Sigmund's grandson? What the hell? "Woah, I didn't expect you to be so pretty!" he praised, then turned to someone in the back seat. "Ivor, you lucky son-of-a-bitch! Sigmund has good taste." When Bonnie heard him say that, she knew she had been mistaken. As she was about to open the car door, a cold voice from the back seat said, "I don't give a shit, okay? I want nothing to do with her." Bonnie impassively opened the door and got into the car. She was amazed when she saw Sigmund's actual grandson. Although she was only 20, she had been to many countries and seen many good-looking men, but very few had impressed her like this. However, she quickly looked away because she wanted nothing to do with him as well. Besides, she noticed that the man kept working on his laptop and didn't even bother to look at her. She could tell he didn't want to be there either. "Ms. Bonnie, I'm Ged Franklin, Ivor's best friend," Ged spoke as he drove. "Oh, hi," Bonnie answered politely. "I hope you don't mind me asking this. Is it true that you haven’t graduated from high school yet even though you're 20 already?" "Uh-huh." "You're going to take the college entrance test soon, huh? Do you need any help getting into university? My grandfather teaches at Pyralis University…" Ged kept talking, but Bonnie merely responded with "uh-huh". He thought that she and Ivor were similar. Ged got bored with Bonnie’s monosyllabic answers and stopped asking her questions. But at that moment, Bonnie spoke. "The car used to be Sigmund's, right?" "Yeah, how do you know that?" Ged asked curiously. Bonnie said truthfully, "Well, I gave it to him as a gift." As he heard that, Ivor looked up at her— Chapter 3 When Ivor saw Bonnie's beautiful face, his eyes lit up, which rarely happened. It wasn’t just because of her looks. It was also because of what she had just said. Ged burst out laughing. "That's a good one! You're funny, I'll give you that." "You don't believe me?" Bonnie didn't care if they believed her, but she wanted to tell the truth. She looked serious, but Ged started to doubt her. "Do you know what car this is? Do you really expect us to believe that you gave it to Sigmund?" It was clear that he didn't think she could afford it. Bonnie nodded, "This model was launched three years ago by Mercedez, with a global limited edition of ten units, I think." She remembered that was what the tycoon had told her. Ged's eyes went wide. 'She knows? 'She knows, but she still has the nerve to claim that she gave this to Sigmund? She's fcking unbelievable! 'How could Sigmund want Ivor to marry her? She's so full of sht!' Ged decided not to pursue the matter out of respect for the Knight family. Soon, the car reached the Knight Residence. "We're here," Ivor told Bonnie impassively. She opened the door and got out. Ged looked over his shoulder at Ivor. "Bro, I know it's none of my business, but Sigmund’s made a bad choice." Ivor said, "I told you, I wanted to have nothing to do with her." Ged was relieved he was not interested in her. Sigmund was waiting at the door. When he spotted Bonnie, his cloudy eyes lit up. "You're finally here, Bonnie! What do you think of my villa?" Bonnie looked inside the luxurious living hall. It had crystal chandeliers, genuine leather sofas, and exquisite tiles. "It's not bad." "Marry my grandson then, and you can raise your children here. Will three kids be enough? Hmm, make it seven!" Ged laughed. "Come on, Sigmund, get off their backs! They’re grown adults, after all." Sigmund ignored him. He took Bonnie's hand and put it on Ivor's. They quickly pulled their hands apart. "Grandpa, I brought her here like you wanted, and that's as far as I'm willing to go. I'm in no mood for romance, so please stop trying to play cupid, okay?" Ivor said grimly. "No mood for romance? You're into girls, aren't you? Or are the rumors true? That you always hang out with Ged because you're gay?" Ged spat out his water. "I'd be proud to be gay, but I'm straight, all right?" "Yeah, right!" Ged was speechless. Ivor knew that Sigmund was keen to set him up with Bonnie, so he tried to dissuade him. "She and I aren't right for each other." "How so?" Ivor glanced at Bonnie and said solemnly, "Grandpa, you're right that I've always been a bit of a snob, but there's a reason for that. 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2,446,047	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2446041}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:46	active	1801	❤️👉Click To Read More👉 \| Read the FULL Version👉	"Elicia Dewalt, an orphan from Texas with no ties to anything 🌵👜. She begins to find her ""dream life"" derailing quickly with strange occurrences and it always seems to lead back to the four gorgeous hunks at the club her first night in London 💃✨. What happens when her entire existence is blown to pieces with only a few words? 🗣💥 Follow Elicia as she discovers what hidden secrets have laid dormant until her chance encounter with the four wild boys known as ""The Watchmen"" 👀🔥. #NewBeginnings #MysteryUnfolds #TexasToLondon 🇺🇸➡️🇬🇧 #ClubNights #UnexpectedTwists ✨🔮 ------------ “Kitten.” A deep timbered voice called to me, floating through the swirling fog with a heavenly scent of Christmas licking darkly against my tingling flesh. 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Look at you all “Miss Thang”.” Randi hooted playfully, snapping his fingers in a Diva attitude dressed in a black button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone and dark stone washed jeans with a pair of black suede loafers. If only he was not “Gay”. Easy Elicia, you have been single for not even a day and your ready to jump his bones.Tasting the sweet burst of blue raspberry mixed heavily with the distilled vodka as Randi grabbed my hand, leading me through the crowd towards the thumping bass as my body swayed naturally to the rhythm. Twirling in laughter as the crowd roared to life with the rhythmic beats, while Randi swayed and held firmly to my waist. The vodka mixing with the whiskey from the flight as the lights increased the euphoric sensation that coursed through my body, throwing my hands high as the DJ cranked the bass higher. Hair flying in all directions, hands fisting the hot sticky air as our bodies erupted into a frenzied battle of alcohol induced heat. “I need another.” Leaning back to Randi, holding up my empty drink as he spun me around quickly, snaking through the flowing crowd as hands grazed along my body with fiery snaps of electricity. Looking over my shoulder as the lights played dangerously against the crowd, feeling like I was being watched as the little hairs along my body became alerted. Bumping into Randi’s back as he stopped to talk with a well-defined hunk with gorgeous amber hazel eyes and dark reddish locks in a tight fade with a sexy tight-lined beard that was cut short. “Elias.” Was all I could hear over the thumping bass as they shared a weird stare down, slipping past them to the bar to refill my drink that was calling my name. “Five Hours” by Deorro thumped seductively against my burning flesh as the bartender slid my refreshed drink back into my hand, sipping the sweet alcohol as fiery snaps of electricity rolled along my spine. Snapping around as Elias and Randi stood on opposite sides of me, looking like some heated argument was being shared between the two. Gingerly sipping my fruity drink as my body ached to release all the frustration from today as three identical hunks appeared behind Elias and Randi’s stare down. Oh, Lort! Forgive me for I have sinned…Badly! An avalanche of Frasier fir, warm cider, cinnamon, and nutmeg rushed through my body, reveling in the fact it smelt like a warm cottage on Christmas, which was my favorite time of year. Each one looked exactly alike with muscular builds, dark reddish locks that enhanced their tight, chiseled facial features with soft pointed noses over plump pink lips that screamed to be kissed over and over. Colorful works of art, graced those delicious forearms with half-rolled sleeves at the elbows, sporting custom watches that paired nicely with their detailed artworks of colors. Involuntarily licking my lips, tasting Christmas mix with the fruity after taste of the blue raspberry and vodka. Shivering in an alcohol induced haze as those ambered hazel orbs, stared at me like I was a gourmet feast waiting to be tasted. Turning sharply to the bartender, pointing to my already empty glass as he quickly looked behind me with a strange flash of crimson across his eyes. Nodding firmly, grabbing my glass with a quick hand returning it with a soft smile before he disappeared back into the flashing lights that danced wildly along the bar. “Excuse me.” Laughing lightly as the music thumped to “Freaks” by Timmy Trumpet & Savage, throwing my hands up as my hips rolled and swayed to the bass, feeling the world wash away with each beat. Tossing my ombre locks around as the lights swirled and danced along my body, feeling my body quiver in euphoria as the bass grew louder against my sweating flesh. “Elicia.” Randi leaned next to my ear, spooking me as his hands grinded along my hips. “Who were those guys?” Shouting slightly over the bass as his body followed the natural flow of my rhythm, popping and grinding against each other. “The Watchmen” but don’t worry about them.” He laughed against my ear as our bodies melted into a drunken haze of bass induced euphoria. Forgetting about Bain and Krystal, and my lonely life back in Texas. 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2,445,975	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445968}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:45	active	1801	🔞Read Next Chapter Now👉	My boyfriend cheated on me and sold me to the mafia king to pay for the debts he and his mistress owed. But the mafia king turned out to be not only my brother's best friend but also my childhood crush... ------------------------------------------ 📚Captive of My Mafia Crush📚 "I don’t like the idea of my girl stripping, Iris,” my boyfriend Steven says, glaring at me with his arms crossed. “It’s disgusting and impure. And I need my girl to be pure.” Steven is my college sweetheart – we’ve been dating for nine months, even though he’s graduated. He's very disciplined and reserved, the son of a pastor, though he’s very good to me. He's always stressed that we'll wait until the night of our wedding to be intimate, which makes me feel so respected and safe. On top of that, he's made millions of dollars trading cryptocurrencies. As someone who grew up with nothing, that financial security makes me feel so protected. He’s the most generous and intelligent guy I'd ever met and I’m so lucky to be with him. "Steven,” I reply, “I swear to god I would never do anything to betray you at the club – I just dance." I kiss his cheek. "But I'm running late, and we need to pay rent. Everything will be fine." Lately Steven's tied up his money in some crypto investments. To ensure the best returns, he’s invested everything he has and is staying with me for the moment. He’s been working so hard for the last month, but it’s taking a toll on him. He rarely takes phone calls, doesn’t really leave our place, and he drinks more alcohol than he used to to calm his nerves as he stares at his computer almost all day long. So, I took up a couple shifts at the strip club to cover us in the meantime. I am a university student in hotel management, but dancing is in my nature - at first it was a weight loss goal as a teenager, then it was a way to hold on to thoughts of my mom, and then it became part of who I am. Unfortunately, there’s no money in classical ballet, my favorite. So, even though it wasn't what Steven wanted, I took a part-time gig at a strip club and I give Steven my salary to help with his business. Being an exotic dancer wasn’t my first choice either, but if I can make money from idiots who want to shove their hard-earned dollars into my g-string? I don’t see any shame in that. Eventually I convinced Steven that this is true – my dancing is just an investment in his company. I am glad he’s letting me help – I just want to do whatever I can to get our life started. I arrive at the club at 8:00 on the dot, smiling at Pete, my manager, who gives me a nod. The music pounds through the low-lit club and I note that it’s busier than usual tonight. Some of the other dancers wave to me and I wave back, but I make a beeline right for Anthony, who’s already got a big smile on his face just for me. “Hey cutie,” he says, pulling me close as I slip behind the bar and wrap my arms around his waist. “Hey gorgeous,” I say, laughing up at him. Anthony – he is gorgeous, but alas, my heart belongs to Steven. And even if it didn’t, Anthony is as gay as a purple handbag. Still, he’s my best friend here, and I love when his bartending shift overlaps with my dancing. “What’s going on tonight?” I ask as he slings an arm around my shoulders. There’s a busy, exciting vibe and the dancers all have on their flashiest outfits, their best perfume. “Nothing escapes you, does it, baby?” Anthony replies, I grin at the compliment. “Rumor has it big shots are coming in – mob guys, the real deal. Some are saying that the Mafia King is going to make an appearance.” “Whoa,” I say, my eyes going wide. “Seriously? Isn’t he…dangerous?” “Only if you go against him,” Anthony says with a shrug. “I heard he took out his own brother,” I whisper, leaning close to Anthony and looking around anxiously, like he’s already here. “That he’s completely ruthless –“ Anthony just laughs, shaking his head. “Iris, just don’t do anything to piss him off. For us? The presence of the Mafia King in our club just means money,” he says, grinning. “So, I’ll finally be able to afford that Botox I’ve been dreaming about, and you can hand your asshole boyfriend an even bigger check than you usually do!” “Shut up,” I say, scowling and smacking my friend half-heartedly on the chest. Anthony, like Emi, isn’t Steven’s biggest fan. “I won’t get any of the money anyway,” I sigh. “Pete never puts me in the VIP room on nights like this.” “Because you,” Anthony says, teasing me, “only like to shake your little booty – you’re never willing to let anyone touch it –“ “Ew!” I wrinkle my nose at Anthony even as I push away, laughing and hoisting my bag higher on my shoulders. “I’m not letting some old mafia lech touch me for a couple of extra bucks –“ “For how much these guys are going to drop?” Anthony says, raising an eyebrow at me. “Hell, I’ll let them touch me.” Laughing again, I wave over my shoulder and head for the dressing room. Anthony calls after me, wishing me luck. I blow him a kiss as I move through the curtain. It’s always better working here on nights like this, when everyone’s in a good mood, even if I am anxious about the prospect of the Mafia King being here. I mean, he’s been all over the news, and where he goes? Violence seems, inevitably, to follow. The good mood in the room completely changes all of a sudden when Lily – our top dancer – gives a little moan and collapses to the floor. Our manager Pete is through the curtain a minute later with some of our bouncers, who pick Lily up and carry her to the back. Pete’s pissed though. He spins, looking around the room with his arms crossed “You!” he says suddenly, pointing at me. My eyes go wide. “Irene! Come here!” “Iris,” I correct, and then I bite my lip with anxiety when Pete rolls his eyes like it doesn’t matter and beckons me closer. “You’re going into VIP for Lily tonight,” he snaps. His eyes flick over me. “And I don’t want to hear any of your bullshit about just being a dancer, all right? ” He spins me around, shoving me towards the door. “Now get out there and remember what I said - the only answer you have for these mafia bosses is yes.” My legs shake as I walk towards the curtain. #Chapter 2 - Bambi “Welcome to the stage…Bambi!” The DJ says, using my stage name. Dancing comes naturally to me – music has always made me feel at home in my body, and when the music is sexy? Well, then I feel sexy too. I whip my hair back at the crescendo of the music, my eyes moving directly to the man in the money seat directly in front of me, who paid a great deal to be there. As I move my body in slow, sultry ways, the spotlight is on me, which means that I can’t see the details of the VIP’s face. But even without specifics, I can tell that this is the most important man in the room. He just radiates power. My breath hitches when I look over the powerful lines of his muscled silhouette. If the Mafia King is here, this is definitely him. He looks like a man who belongs in the shadows, and even though there are other men here, I feel like I’m dancing just for him. The Mafia King’s eyes are fastened on me as I get my six-inch heels beneath my body and slowly raise myself into the air ass-first. I let him get a good look at every bit of me before I smirk, and turn, and move to the pole. Am I imagining it in the darkness? Or is there something…familiar about the way he watches me? I let the thought fade, concentrating instead on pulling out all my best tricks. And as I hook my leg around the pole, spinning myself and letting my hair flare out wide, I see that these tricks are working tonight. Shouts and whistles begin, and the Mafia King leans forward to lay a stack of bills on the stage in front of him. I almost stutter to a stop. Seriously? That much cash, this early in my dance? He leans back in his chair, raising a dark eyebrow at me, inviting me to show him more. So, I do. I pick up my pace, arching my back as I spin around the pole, climbing up it and sliding slowly down. As my song ends I’m excited to see that there’s quite a bit more money on top of the pile. “Thanks,” I murmur, crawling across the last bit of stage towards him. “I’m glad you liked my dance.” There really is something familiar about his blue-grey eyes… I reach for the stacks, but suddenly a meaty hand slams another pile of money down next to it, startling me. “Double what he’s put down, honey,” the man grinds out, leering, “and I’ll take you in the back for a private dance.” “Sorry,” I say, casting my lashes down. “I’m just a stage girl.” I know Pete said to give these guys whatever they wanted, but I’m really not comfortable touching anyone. “Oh, come on,” the man says, grabbing my chin with his thick fingers and pulling my face up. The Mafia King is immediately on his feet. “Pretty bitch like you? I bet you can do more than just dance –“ I gasp, pulling my face from his hands as I slide off the edge of the stage, wanting to get away from him as soon as possible. “I said,” the man growls, grabbing me and slapping me in the face with the handful of bills, “that I want you, you little whore. And I’m willing to pay for it, so you’d better fucking –“ I shriek, trying to push away from the man, but he’s so much bigger than me! Suddenly the man shouts and falls away, his grip making me stumble forward. When I find my feet, my eyes go wide to see the Mafia King straightening up, blood on his knuckles. The man who grabbed me - he’s laying on the floor and there’s blood pouring from his mouth. “Oh my god,” I gasp. “Get him out of here!” the Mafia King shouts over to the bouncers, and then he pulls a handkerchief from his pocket as he turns to glare at me, wiping off his hand. I flinch back a step, surprised by the venom in his eyes. “Here,” the Mafia King says, dropping my arm and lifting his stack of bills off the stage alongside the two stacks. “Take it, get out of here.” “Wha…” I breathe as he shoves the money into my hands. “But I…” “Trust me, Bambi,” he says, his voice dry. “You earned it. Now fucking go.” He turns away, putting himself between me and the bouncers, and I turn and run for the bar, ducking behind it. Anthony gapes at me. “Are you all right!?” “Anthony…” I whisper, holding up the piles of cash in my hands, staring at them in awe. “Holy shit Iris!” Anthony whispers, stepping closer and staring at the money. “Look at all that fucking cheddar! For a dance!?” “I know!” I squeak, “this is going to get us so close to paying off the debt –“ Anthony groans, wiping a hand down his face. “What?” I ask, frowning up at him. “I just wish you’d spend it on yourself, Iris, instead of that deadbeat.” “Anthony,” I sigh, my shoulders slumping. “I’m not explaining this to you again.” He rolls his eyes as I sit down on the little stool at the back of the bar. I always hang out with Anthony after my dances, but if he’s going to be mean I’ll just quietly count my cash. While I do, I mentally compose an email that I’ll send to my old friend Christian later. Christian – he would understand. He was my brother’s best friend growing up. Even though he only saw me as a little sister, he always understood me more than anyone else. Plus, he called me Daisy, and I just loved that. I stayed in touch with Christian after he moved away suddenly – but he never replied. And even though I’m sure he doesn’t read my emails…well, I keep up the habit for fun. Inwardly, I debate how to tell Christian about my night. I want to tell him about my triumph – I’ve always wanted Christian to be proud of me. But I do fudge the truth a little in my emails. For instance, I write that I’m a company dancer, which is true… I just don’t mention that my style of dance is exotic, not ballet anymore. I smirk a little, excited to tell Christian that I impressed a powerful client and got a big bonus. But how would he feel, really, if I told him that the client was the Mafia king? I sigh, thinking that Christian probably wouldn’t be happy. He always wanted me to be safe, and dancing for the Mafia King? I’m sure Christian wouldn’t approve. I’m halfway through deciding precisely how to word my email when I hear my name. “Is that Iris?” Two men peer around the edge of the bar. Anthony steps in front of me as I shy away. How did they know my real name? I always go by Bambi here. “Who’s asking?” Anthony asks, wary. “None of your business,” the taller of the brutes says, shoving Anthony aside and stepping forward, looming over me. “Hand over that cash, little girl. 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2,445,491	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445349}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:36	active	1801	Giảm Mỡ Chỉ Từ 1tr5/ Vùng - Hoàn Tiền Nếu Không Hiệu Quả	👉 Ưu Đãi Trong Tuần Này ĐÀO THẢI 𝑀Ỡ THỪA, DUY TRÌ DÁNG TH0N GỌN VỚI CÔNG NGHỆ CAO --> Hủy lượng mỡ nhẹ nhàng tương đương tiêu hao 4.000-5.000 calories --> Duy trì cân nặng chuẩn và hạn chế khả năng hồi mỡ -> Ổn định các chỉ số sức khỏe, tăng cường sức đề kháng bảo vệ cơ thể -> Người khỏe khoắn, tinh thần vui vẻ và yêu đời hơn ✓ Trực tiếp Bác sĩ - Chuyên gia đo khám, dựa vào thể trạng xây dựng phác đồ phù hợp. 👉Nhanh tay để lại SĐT để nhận ưu đãi tốt nhất	MESSAGE_PAGE		Harvard Health Services - Giảm Mỡ Công Nghệ Cao	https://www.facebook.com/61568566292168/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466379139_837125775017607_5828501516994573741_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=jjI5y2Rh1a4Q7kNvgFB49rR&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A4eXc5e4Gdv3qWsIUbSX2e0&oh=00_AYCZFcVBnhUZWcJ7yYcgm_EzfQehDKD-Wqt6zEkpIGRxiw&oe=673993B3	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Harvard Health Services - Giảm Mỡ Công Nghệ Cao	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,445,478	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445349}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:36	active	1801	🎁Ưu đãi 45% - Miễn phí ship	XỊT DƯỠNG TÓC HƯƠNG NƯỚC HOA 🍄🍄 Lưu Hương Tốt - Thơm Ngát Hương 🍄🍄 ---------------------------------------------- THÔNG TIN SẢN PHẨM: ✔️ Tóc mềm mượt, óng đẹp ngay sau khi sử dụng. ✔️ Nuôi Dưỡng Sâu bên Trong, Kích Thích Mọc Tóc nhanh hơn. ✔️ Lưu hương NƯỚC HOA suốt 24 h. ✔️ Phục Hồi Khô Xơ, Xoăn do dùng quá nhiều hóa chất. ✔️ Dưỡng Ngăn Ngừa Chẻ ngọn, Khô xơ, Gãy rụng. ✔️Tăng Cường Độ Ẩm, Độ Bóng, Độ Mịn. ✔️ Trị gàu ngứa tận gốc. -------------------------------------- Sản phẩm có sẵn tại kho USA, NHẬN HÀNG SAU 3-5 ngày Địa chỉ: 1632 N Texana St, Hallettsville, TX , Hoa Kỳ 📞Hotline 24/7: +1 (914) 410-6068	MESSAGE_PAGE		Hapoly Haircare - Chăm sóc tóc tự nhiên	https://www.facebook.com/61557837308488/	76	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message		VIDEO			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466401123_546190684819851_6256410098944966038_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=y80lKaJYy5EQ7kNvgGROyQN&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A5XOdjbZPURvFO_Zpey5UrK&oh=00_AYDy8PC5_MAHbwkV1oDUfNGwvtZdntyH2aju39y2y2Nc3g&oe=6739B87C	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Hapoly Haircare - Chăm sóc tóc tự nhiên	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,445,759	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445758}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:41	active	1801	Order your signed copy of Matt Rife's new book today!	Autographed copies of Matt Rife's new book, "Your Mom's Gonna Love Me" are now available to order! "Your Mom’s Gonna Love Me" is one part memoir, one part comedy special, one part crazy first date. Just you and Matt between the covers. What could be better? 🚨 Autographed copies are limited so order yours today!	ORDER_NOW	https://bit.ly/4fB7e80	Premiere Collectibles	https://www.facebook.com/premierecollectibles/	33,497	1969-12-31 18:00	Order Now	PremiereCollectibles.com	DCO		https://bit.ly/4fB7e80	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465783378_566583369090706_4436064176205638182_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=a_N5Xq_4mLEQ7kNvgFmOyVX&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AJorvkzMTr6vvOKHllDFRL3&oh=00_AYBb6AYMw8eyh3wn-d8nnrQ792HNDxpIcNRcEDcC1End0g&oe=67399252	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Premiere Collectibles	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,445,395	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2445349}'	Yes	2024-11-12 16:34	active	1801	Marry Trần, Tina Đang và 435 người khác đang bình luận về bài viết này	🔥[🛑 TRỰC TIẾP] PHIÊN LIVE BÙNG NỔ, GIÚP HÀNG NGÀN NGƯỜI CẢI THIỆN TÌNH TRẠNG MẤT NGỦ, TRẰN TRỌC MỖI ĐÊM! Chớ xem nhẹ, tình trạng này có thể dẫn đến nhiều bệnh nguy hiểm nếu không được xử lý kịp thời. ♻️𝐁𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐍 được chứng nhận chất lượng và khuyên dùng bởi: các CHUYÊN GIA hàng đầu thế giới. Hiện đang có mặt trên 9 quốc gia được hàng triệu khách hàng tin tưởng sử dụng mỗi ngày ✔ 𝟑 - 𝟕𝐧𝐠𝐚̀𝐲: cơ thể sẽ thấy thoải mái, tinh thần thư thái hơn dễ đi vào giấc ngủ ✔ 𝟏𝟎 - 𝟏𝟓𝐧𝐠𝐚̀𝐲: thì giảm hẳn tình trạng giật mình, tỉnh giấc giữa đêm, giúp ngủ ngon và sâu giấc hơn ✔ Sử dụng 1 liệu trình lấy lại giấc ngủ sinh lí tự nhiên như ý muốn, không lo phụ thuộc. Ngăn ngừa các biến chứng nguy hiểm cho sức khoẻ như tai biến, đột quỵ ✅Giảm tình trạng khó đi vào giấc ngủ, tỉnh giấc giữa đêm ✅Ngủ ngon hơn, bớt căng thẳng, mệt mỏi, đau đầu. ✅Bổ sung dưỡng chất thiết yếu cho cơ thể. ✅Sáng dậy tỉnh táo, sảng khoái. Không còn mệt mỏi, uể oải hay đau đầu. ---------------------------------- ️🏆 𝐁𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐍 đạt các giấy chứng nhận của các tổ chức uy tín nhất về an toàn thực phẩm trên toàn thế giới: - Dây chuyền đạt chuẩn GMP ️️- Chứng nhận FDA Hoa Kì ️️- Chứng nhận ISO 22000 🏆 CAM KẾT : ✅ Cam kết 100% hàng chính hãng. ✅ Đảm bảo 100% an toàn tự nhiên - không tác dụng phụ. ---------------------------- 🚛 MIỄN PHÍ VẬN CHUYỂN HOA KỲ 💥 Đặc biệt Giảm 35% khi Anh/Chị để lại SỐ ĐIỆN THOẠI	MESSAGE_PAGE		CEO Đình Hải - Sữa ngủ ngon số 1 tại Hoa Kỳ	https://www.facebook.com/suanonngungonHoaKy/	1,137	1969-12-31 18:00	Send Message		DCO	{{product.description}}		1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/466596687_573616185060159_7612615329741738098_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=nUbQ7d0q_o8Q7kNvgGTdxIf&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AKXz89ipBf3nSlIV_uLCmx7&oh=00_AYBW4S18Ht7xE_3kx3LCFyOrLqKGgQrW91euYdVqApQ8JA&oe=673997E8	PERSON_PROFILE	0	CEO Đình Hải - Sữa ngủ ngon số 1 tại Hoa Kỳ	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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