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2,083,566	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-03 21:26	active	1575	Read next chapter👉	“President, look at your ex-wife’s social media platform!” "Leaving the capital has nothing to do with me!" "In the photo, she is holding a child who looks very similar to you. Doesn't it matter?" He immediately dropped the document and rushed out! ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! 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2,083,642	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-03 21:26	active	1575	El lamento de amor	Liberada del papel de sustituta, su carrera se disparó hasta convertirse en una diseñadora de renombre mundial. Rodeada de una multitud de pretendientes, el hombre que una vez creyó que ella no podría vivir sin él se puso nervioso... ===== "¡Miren esa cara y ese cuerpo! Si la obligamos a trabajar como p**stituta, ¡podría ganar fácilmente por lo menos cien mil al día!". Kaitlin Hewitt se encontraba retenida en un edificio abandonado, hay heridas en la frente. Su ropa estaba rota y desaliñada, un testimonio de su inútil resistencia. Dos días atrás, una misteriosa llamada la arrastró a esta pesadilla. La persona que la llamó afirmó conocer a sus padres biológicos, e incluso mencionó detalles específicos sobre su cuerpo que solo ella sabía. La atrajeron a las afueras de la ciudad, y acabó en las garras de esos matones. "No hagan nada precipitado… Puedo pagarles la cantidad que quieran", afirmó la muchacha con voz firme a pesar de la sangre que goteaba de la comisura de sus labios. "Soy la esposa de Alan Hewitt, sea cual sea el rescate, él puede permitírselo". "¡¿Alan Hewitt?!". La revelación golpeó a los hombres como un rayo, provocando miradas de desconcierto entre ellos. "¿Él está casado? Nunca lo había oído". Alan Hewitt era un hombre poderoso en Osewood, cuya mera reprobación podía enviar oleadas de conmoción a toda la ciudad. Si de hecho tenían a su esposa, la ira de aquel hombre podría aniquilarlos sin esfuerzo. Notando la incertidumbre en las expresiones de los hombres, Kaitlin se serenó y dijo: "No diré que me secuestraron. Déjenme ir y les aseguro que recibirán el dinero sano y salvo". El líder del grupo la observó detenidamente, fijándose en su costoso vestido de diseño y sus llamativos rasgos, y titubeó un poco. Era evidente que su prenda era cara y ella atractiva, así que tenía sentido que un pez gordo de la talla de Alan la tomara como esposa. Tras una breve y atenta mirada a sus cómplices, habló en tono gélido: "Dame su número, y sin trucos. Si tratas de engañarme, te haré pagar!" Kaitlin dijo con debilidad un número de teléfono. El líder intentó marcar el número, pero la llamada se cortó de repente. Frustrado, gritó: "¡¿Estás jugando conmigo?! ¡Ni siquiera contestó!". Quitó el color de la cara a la muchacha y su voz se fue apagando. "No atiende las llamadas de un extraño… Por favor, déjame usar mi celular para llamarlo...". "¡Típica gente rica y sus excentricidades!", masculló el líder. Tras dudar un momento, le dio el celular a la chica y gruñó: "¡Dile que envíe doscientos millones! ¡Si no, no te la vas a llevar fácil!". Los dedos de Kaitlin temblaron al marcar, con el corazón acelerado. A pesar de llevar tres años casada con Alan, sabía que a él no le importaba ella; sin embargo, siempre había sido generoso, lo que le daba a la mujer una pizca de esperanza. ¿Pagaría el rescate? El timbre del teléfono parecía no tener fin, sus nudillos palidecían mientras lo agarraba con fuerza. Por fin contestó una voz, pero no era la de Alan, sino la de una mujer. La que contestó no era otra que la renombrada diseñadora Lilliana Willis, hermana menor de la chica a la que Alan amaba. "¿Kaitlin? Alan y yo estamos visitando la tumba de Ashley, ¿qué necesitas?". Se oyó la voz de Lilliana, y un temblor recorrió la mano de Kaitlin. Ella encontró que lo que estaba sucediendo era irónico. Era su tercer aniversario de boda y la habían secuestrado. Pasaron dos días y su esposo todavía no se había dado cuenta, sino que pasaba el tiempo junto a la tumba de su primer amor. Le dolió el corazón, pensando en las razones de aquel hombre para casarse con ella: su abuela, Beth Hewitt, ansiaba tener bisnietos, y Kaitlin tenía un inquietante parecido con su amor verdadero, Ashley Willis, que murió en un deslizamiento de tierra tres años antes Al darse cuenta de que no era más que una mera sustituta, a la chica se le rompió el corazón; sin embargo, no era momento para la angustia. Kaitlin luchó por contener las lágrimas y el dolor que se hacía evidente en su voz al pronunciar: "Señorita Willis, me urge hablar con Alan. Por favor, ¿podrías pasarle el celular?". Lilliana dejó escapar una risita. "Oh, Kaitlin, ya sabes cómo es Alan. Hoy es el aniversario del fallecimiento de Ashley, así que no está de humor para tu drama. ¿Por qué no me cuentas lo que pasa?". Mordiendo su frustración al notar la creciente impaciencia de los secuestradores, Kaitlin alzó la voz y gritó al celular: "¡Necesito hablar con Alan! ¡Ahora mismo! ¡Soy su esposa y no tienes derecho a impedírmelo!". No se atrevió a mencionar el secuestro, temiendo que los secuestradores entraran en pánico y le hicieran daño, pero su tono asertivo pareció surtir efecto, pues oyó pasos de fondo y luego se escuchó la voz de Alan. "¿Quién es?". Lilliana, fingiendo disgusto, tapó el auricular y susurró: "Es Kaitlin, insiste en hablar contigo. Le dije que estamos visitando la tumba de Ashley, pero se enfadó bastante y reclamó sus derechos como tu esposa...". Alan se burló con desdén. "¿Esposa? ¿Acaso cuenta como tal? No es más que una doble. Cuelga. Hablar con ella solo perturbará la tranquilidad de Ashley". Con un pitido escalofriante, la comunicación se cortó, y Kaitlin sintió que sus esperanzas se hacían añicos. Capítulo 2 No le des demasiada importancia Pero, ¡Kaitlin sí era la esposa de Alan! A pesar de su falta de cariño, ¿realmente podía quedarse tan indiferente ante su firme dedicación durante todos los últimos tres años? Alan la rescató del océano y, al recobrar el conocimiento, ella le confesó su amnesia, lo que provocó que él la acogiera. Quizá el hombre pensaba que se había casado con él porque no tenía a dónde ir, y que no podía valerse por sí misma; sin embargo, ignoraba que ella se enamoró de él desde su primer encuentro, como si estuviera hechizada. Kaitlin se negaba a compararse con alguien fallecido, pero Ashley era una fuente continua de dolor en su matrimonio, apuñalando su corazón una y otra vez y, tras tres años aguantando, lo único que tenía para mostrar era un corazón destrozado. "Dices que eres la esposa de Alan Hewitt, ¡y sin embargo ni siquiera responde a tus llamadas!". El líder del grupo la tiró del pelo, "Temíamos que los Hewitt tomaran represalias, pero está claro que no les importas, ¡así que somos libres de hacer lo que queramos! Vengan, chicos, ¡a disfrutar! "¿A quién le importa si esa mujer es la esposa de Alan Hewitt?" El agudo dolor en el cuero cabelludo provocó un gemido de parte de la muchacha y, al ver las sonrisas viles en los rostros de sus secuestradores, cerró las manos en puños. Estaba decidida a resistirse, aunque eso significara su muerte y, cuando se acercaron, se abalanzó sobre el hombre más cercano y lo golpeó en el abdomen. Aprovechando el momento, corrió hacia una ventana parcialmente abierta, y la cabeza le daba vueltas la frente mientras perdía el conocimiento... "La situación de la paciente está estable, pero tiene un traumatismo craneal grave. No sabemos cuándo recuperará el conocimiento". "Menos mal que las fuerzas especiales ya estaban tras su pista, si no, quién sabe...". Voces suaves e indistintas la rodeaban y, luchando por recobrar el sentido, Kaitlin abrió los ojos y vio un borrón blanco. El penetrante olor a desinfectante inundó sus sentidos y, a través de la bruma, captó el murmullo del asistente de Alan. "Gracias, doctor". ¿Aún estaba viva? Poco a poco, recuperó la conciencia. "¡Señora Hewitt, ¿está despierta?!". El asistente se percató de que se agitaba y se apresuró a acercarse, inquiriendo con voz preocupada: "¿Está bien?". Kaitlin echó un vistazo a la estéril habitación del hospital, su voz era apenas un susurro al decir: "¿Dónde está Alan?". La cara del ayudante se tensó y, tras un momento de vacilación, murmuró: "Él… tuvo que ocuparse de algo. Puede que venga más tarde". Kaitlin se sintió abrumada por la decepción. ¿Había algo más urgente? ¿De verdad no le importaba en lo absoluto? ¿Podía serle tan indiferente a que ella sobreviviera en tal accidente? Con voz áspera, murmuró: "Ya veo… Puedes irte... Gracias por venir". El asistente se detuvo, como si quisiera añadir algo más, pero recordando las severas órdenes de su jefe, guardó silencio y salió de la habitación. Al quedarse sola, Kaitlin yacía en la cama del hospital, con el corazón oprimido por una escalofriante tristeza que se extendía por todo su pecho, enfrentándose a la dura realidad de que su esposo no la amaba, a pesar de que intentaba convencerse de que tal vez estaba ocupado con algo urgente. Sin embargo, en ese momento, la puerta de su habitación se abrió de nuevo, la chica pensó que era el asistente que volvía. Para su sorpresa, era Lilliana. Kaitlin entornó los ojos y cerró los puños. "Señorita Willis, ¿qué haces aquí?". La voz de Lilliana fue suave, teñida de una dulzura burlona. "Me enteré de tu secuestro y tus heridas, Kaitlin. Me preocupé tanto que tuve que venir a ver cómo estabas. Me recuerdas tanto a mi hermana… Siempre he sentido un vínculo especial contigo". El mensaje era claro para Kaitlin: Lilliana le recordaba sutilmente su lugar como mera sustituta de su hermana. "Si ella pudiera verte ahora, fingiendo ser dulce e inocente delante de su prometido, me pregunto qué pensaría tu querida hermana", respondió con sarcasmo. "Apenas somos conocidas, así que no hace falta tu visita". Un destello de sorpresa y fastidio pasó por el rostro de Lilliana, pero rápidamente enmascarado por una expresión de pena. "Kaitlin, ¿te molesta mi cercanía con Alan?". Puso una expresión inocente. "Solo somos amigos. Me está cuidando por mi hermana, así que no le des demasiada importancia". Su fachada le dio náuseas a Kaitlin. Al principio, la creía de verdad y no sentía ninguna animosidad hacia ella; no obstante, con el paso del tiempo esta chica usó sin cesar el nombre de Ashley, manipulando a Alan y sembrando la discordia con planes mezquinos entre la pareja. ¿Cómo no pudo ver la intención de la mujer? "No me interesa saber cuál es tu relación con él", afirmó con un tono escalofriante. "Te agradecería que te marcharas ahora y que te guardaras tus actuaciones para tus admiradores, pues a mí no me sirven de nada". Las lágrimas brotaron de los ojos de Lilliana, mostrando un profundo dolor agraviado. Se levantó y dejó caer a propósito su celular, que aterrizó frente a Kaitlin. Entonces la pantalla se iluminó, mostrando un chat, y apareció una imagen que mostraba a Lilliana siendo llevada por Alan mientras entraban en un hotel al amparo de la noche. Parecían estar impecablemente hechos el uno para el otro, y los mensajes que siguieron a la imagen fueron igual de impactantes. "¿No es ese su novio, señorita Willis? ¡Es muy guapo!". "¿Qué? ¿La señorita Willis tiene novio? ¡Me acaban de romper el corazón!". Kaitlin sintió un escalofrío recorrerle los dedos. ¿Así que se fueron a un hotel después de visitar la tumba de Ashley la noche anterior? Mientras ella luchaba por su vida, ¿qué hacía su esposo? ¿La Lilliana usaba como sustituta de Ashley mientras se? La idea le dio asco y, temblando sin control, levantó la cabeza para encontrarse con la mirada de Lilliana, sus ojos ardiendo de ira y dolor. Capítulo 3 Recuerda tu lugar "Kaitlin, por favor, escucha. No es lo que piensas… Es que nosotros...", pronunció Lilliana mientras agarraba su celular, con una mezcla de tristeza fingida y desafío en la mirada. La rabia de Kaitlin se desbordó y la empujó fuerte. "¡Fuera de aquí! ¡¿De qué estás tan orgullosa?! ¿De destruir mi matrimonio? ¡¿Cómo puedes ser tan desvergonzada?!". Lilliana retrocedió a trompicones, y su mano golpeó adrede la pierna herida de Kaitlin al caer contra la cama del hospital. El dolor de su pierna era tan intensa, nublándole la vista con lágrimas y, cuando alargó el brazo para apartar a la otra mujer, una mano fuerte le sujetó la muñeca. "Kaitlin, ¿te volviste loca?". La voz fría y severa de Alan cortó el caos. Kaitlin levantó la vista y lo vio, aún vestido con el sombrío traje negro de la foto que había visto antes, con el cansancio y la ira grabados en el rostro. Seguía siendo el mismo hombre alto y apuesto, pero a Kaitlin le parecía ahora por completo repulsivo. "¿Soy yo la que se volvió loca?", siseó ella, enfatizando cada palabra. "Tu amante se ha estado burlando de mí en mi cara, ¿cómo podría yo no reaccionar? ¡Me das asco, Alan!". La cara del varón se ensombreció de furia al encontrarse con la mirada furibunda y llena de lágrimas de Kaitlin. Había estado despierto toda la noche ocupándose de los secuestradores, sin un momento de descanso, solo para llegar al hospital y encontrarse a su esposa gritándole otra vez por Lilliana. Su asistente le informó de que estaba malherida, pero allí estaba ella, aparentemente más vigorosa que él. "Kaitlin, ¿intentas poner a prueba mi paciencia?". Espetó con tono gélido: "Discúlpate con Lilliana, ¡ya!". Hizo que Kaitlin se estremeciera, pero el dolor en su corazón fue más insoportable. De ninguna manera se disculparía. "¿Por qué exactamente?". Su voz sonaba ronca mientras protestaba. "¿Porque interrumpí tu luto por tu amada mientras yo estaba a punto de morir?Alan, aunque tu corazón no me pertenece, ¿no puedes al menos mostrarme el respeto que se le debe a una esposa?". Las venas palpitaban en la frente de Alan, y su apretón se hizo más fuerte, con sus nudillos blanqueándose. "¡Ya basta! ¡¿Cómo te atreves a mencionarla?!". El grito de Alan resonó mientras empujaba a Kaitlin contra la cama, como un dragón furioso. "¡Recuerda tu lugar! Haz lo que te ordeno, ¡ahora!". Su espalda se golpeó contra el cabecero, encendiendo sus heridas no curadas con un dolor insoportable. Se le llenaron los ojos de lágrimas y le dificultaba respirar. ¿Cuál era en realidad su lugar? ¿Solo su esposa simbólica, un peón para sus deseos, o una sustituta de Ashley? Ninguno de esos papeles tenía verdadera importancia. Alan se fijó en sus ojos rojos y se dio cuenta de que seguía sufriendo a causa de las heridas, así que aflojó el agarre, a punto de hablar, pero Lilliana lo agarró del brazo de repente. "¡Alan, Kaitlin sigue herida! Y debe de estar asustada después del secuestro. Por favor, no seas tan duro con ella. Si pegarme la hace sentir mejor, puedo soportarlo. Lo peor que podría pasar es que tuviera que cancelar mis próximas entrevistas y colaboraciones". Lo miró con expresión de sincera comprensión. "Habla con ella". Alan, controlando su enfado, retiró con cuidado la mano y habló en voz baja: "Tú también necesitas descansar. Vete a casa a dormir, yo resolveré esto. Y no te preocupes por el trabajo que puedas perder, te encontraré oportunidades aún mejores". Lilliana asintió, lanzó una mirada cautelosa a Kaitlin y salió de la habitación con una leve sonrisa de satisfacción. Las diferentes actitudes de Alan hacia ella y Lilliana dejaron a Kaitlin más fría y, a pesar de tener el cuerpo lleno de heridas, Alan parecía ajeno a ellas. Sin embargo, con solo unas palabras de Lilliana, su ira se disolvía. Era ridículo. Tras tres años de matrimonio, comprendió por fin cuál era su posición ante Alan. "Kaitlin, ya que estás herida, no quiero discutir", dijo el varón con frialdad, dejándola caer de nuevo sobre la cama. "No se lo cuentes a la abuela. Cuando te den el alta, tú...". Kaitlin intervino sin emoción: "Cuando me den el alta, nos divorciaremos". Se quitó el preciado anillo de boda y lo arrojó a sus pies. "En estos tres años, ya he devuelto tu amabilidad por salvarme". Alan se paralizó y se quedó mirando el anillo con expresión atónita e incrédula, y al cabo de un momento, se acercó, le apretó la muñeca con fuerza y le preguntó: "¡¿Qué dijiste?!" "¿Cuándo empezaste a tener problemas de oído?", replicó la muchacha, dejando que él tirara de ella más cerca. "Me cansé de ser una sustituta. Nuestro matrimonio se terminó". Los ojos de Alan se oscurecieron, y sus rasgos se nublaron de rabia. Capítulo 4 Voy a divorciarme El ambiente de la habitación era tenso, y la voz de Alan cortó el silencio como el hielo. "Kaitlin, ¿cómo se te ocurre sugerir el divorcio como una broma?". Ella le sostuvo la mirada con una resolución recién descubierta, y la mujer tímida y complaciente que solía ser ya no estaba a la vista. "Alan, esto no es ninguna broma. Acordamos tres años de matrimonio. Cuando me den el alta, tendré listos los papeles del divorcio. No quiero nada de ti, ni un céntimo, y a partir de ese momento seguiré mi propio camino". Un intenso rubor se extendió por el rostro de Alan, cuyos ojos ardían de furia. "Kaitlin, ¡¿cómo te atreves?!", él la susurrando con tono amenazador: "¡¿Quieres el divorcio?! ¡¿Crees que puedes arreglártelas sola ahí fuera?!". La respuesta de la muchacha fue tranquila y serena. "Estoy en perfecto estado de salud y en pleno uso de mis facultades mentales, ¿por qué no podría arreglármelas sola?". Alan apretó los dientes y la miró con frialdad, pero ella no se inmutó y sus labios se curvaron en una sonrisa desdeñosa. "¿No quieres separarte? No soy más que una sustituta, seguro que no has desarrollado sentimientos por mí. Profesas tu amor por Ashley, pero aquí estás, utilizando a otra mujer para reemplazarla. ¿No es absurdo?". La mano de Alan tembló de rabia, con las venas saltando. "¿Quién te crees que eres al pensar en que no quiero dejarte ir?". "Bien", respondió Kaitlin, con una sonrisa tensa pero decidida mientras luchaba contra su dolor interior. "Me pondré en contacto contigo para lo del divorcio. Y luego si me pasara algo ahí fuera, no es de tu incertidumbre". Alan se quedó de pie, con el pecho hinchado de rabia y los hombros anchos temblando mientras una expresión de aturdimiento nublaba su rostro. La repentina ferocidad de Kaitlin y su férrea determinación le recordaron a alguien que conocía. Ashley tenía ese mismo espíritu agudo e inflexible. Pero ahora esa mujer quería dejarlo. ¿Cómo podía ella siquiera pensar en algo así? "Bien, estaré esperando", escupió el hombre con frialdad y, con un enérgico giro, salió furioso, cerrando la puerta tras de sí con un sonoro golpe. ¿Cómo podía Kaitlin, una mera huérfana amnésica, arreglárselas sin él? Se burló de la idea, curioso por saber cuánto tiempo podría aguantar. La habitación volvió a quedar en silencio, dejando a la muchacha perdida. Oyó el sonido difuso de los pasos de Alan mientras las lágrimas empezaban a correr por su rostro, abrasándole la piel como el fuego. Esto era el fin, la absurda obsesión y el interpretar el papel de otra persona durante tres años por fin terminaban. Se envolvió en la manta, tratando de evitar el frío, pero su corazón seguía helado y hueco, como desgarrado en pedazos, sin dejar nada más que un desastre destrozado. Tres días más tarde, salió del hospital, redactó los papeles del divorcio y los envió a la empresa de Alan. Kaitlin accedió entonces a su cuenta de Twitter y compartió un post. "He vuelto". ...... ¿Qué sucederá en adelante? Los capítulos disponibles son limitados aquí, haga click el botón abajo para instalar APP y disfrutar leyendo más contenidos maravillosos. 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2,084,493	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":true,"simple_request_ratio":0.19672131147540983,"is_bh_selenium":null,"selenium_ratio":null,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	No	2024-10-03 21:29	active	1575	Pumpkin Season at the Farm!	Make memories at the farm this fall! INCLUDED in your admission: Petting Zoo Corn Maze w/ scavenger hunt Corn Pit Wagon Rides Bale Tower Jump Pads Barnyard Basketball Straw Bale Maze Barnyard Play Area Photo Op Areas All activities are weather permitting $10 per person (+ tax, age one and over) No reservations required Extra $: Pony Rides ($3), Gem Mining ($10-$50), Animal Feed ($2-$10), Pumpkins, Squash (variety of pricing), Mums Pony rides are for kids 75 lbs. or less. Schedule is Saturday 10am-12pm, & 1pm-3pm, Sunday 12pm-2pm & 3pm-5pm	EVENT_RSVP	https://www.facebook.com/events/854775826617695/	Red Barn Learning Farm	https://www.facebook.com/RedBarnLearningFarm/	7,936	1969-12-31 18:00	INTERESTED	Pumpkin Season at the Farm!	EVENT	Make memories at the farm this fall! INCLUDED in your admission: Petting Zoo Corn Maze w/ scavenger hunt Corn Pit Wagon Rides Bale Tower Jump Pads Barnyard Basketball Straw Bale Maze Barnyard Play Area Photo Op Areas All activities are weather permitting $10 per person (+ tax, age one and over) No reservations required Extra $: Pony Rides ($3), Gem Mining ($10-$50), Animal Feed ($2-$10), Pumpkins, Squash (variety of pricing), Mums Pony rides are for kids 75 lbs. or less. Schedule is Saturday 10am-12pm, & 1pm-3pm, Sunday 12pm-2pm & 3pm-5pm	https://www.facebook.com/events/854775826617695/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462108372_922760579768271_2415629951268475365_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=RTlFsjkz0CUQ7kNvgHTIM4j&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ASV-zjiU6GCTgdg_lFgYj5O&oh=00_AYAC-UBTRehgyDayPKn-kWySM8jYLE9xOWF3eoaANTboqA&oe=67052740	PERSON_PROFILE	Red Barn Learning Farm	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,084,344	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2083578}'	No	2024-10-03 21:28	active	1575		🎉 2-Day Flash Sale at Save a Lot! 🛒 – October 4-5 ONLY! 🔥 HUGE Discounts on Your Favorite Items! 🔥 🗓️ WHEN: 📅 Friday, October 4 & Saturday, October 5	CALL_NOW		Save A Lot	https://www.facebook.com/SaveALotMacClennyFL/	241	1969-12-31 18:00	Call now		MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462085103_542761328166684_4335133504529909449_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=k2IphbIyYMsQ7kNvgFejSnL&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ATynszd9N2ZCXpGaH_Ovljb&oh=00_AYCv1H-TvhjoB9FXx6Xl82EJO-IjU9S5knTMmej4ugc82w&oe=67051926	PERSON_PROFILE	Save A Lot	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,084,124	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2084054}'	Yes	2024-10-03 21:28	active	1575	Affordable Car Insurance (See Prices)	Avoid Unnecessary Risks! Book your Car Insurance Today🆗💯🚗🚙	LEARN_MORE	https://macrabatok9.store/	Сarless for insurance	https://www.facebook.com/61566148201407/	0	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	macrabatok9.store	IMAGE		https://macrabatok9.store/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462039106_8400091093412583_8977274231861802837_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=LNf4cG_VNsgQ7kNvgEodyx_&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A5HSgTcJjZrv1tX_poTOgaO&oh=00_AYDjR6yn_Y--BetxJTcNmdbErBp1-_4JS55IOk_nstYJ-w&oe=670520B4	PERSON_PROFILE	Сarless for insurance	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,084,596	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2083578}'	Yes	2024-10-03 21:29	active	1575		October Senior dog and Puppy care Specials All month of October we have super steals!! Wee Pads for pups/senior pets, Washable Diaper Garments, Disposable Diapers, Reusable Washable Pee Pads & Cleaners ALL at Rock bottom prices and Yes we Match prices Come on in or call us 785-263-2878 We HAVE what you Need for your pets care. Paws-N-Claws 312 North Cedar St Abilene ks	CALL_NOW		Paws-N-Claws Pets, Supplies & Grooming	https://www.facebook.com/PawsNClawsAbileneKs/	3,399	1969-12-31 18:00	Call now		MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462094875_1071283930757444_872817396482545982_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=onWr00t4AoYQ7kNvgEG9CyE&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A8IRqTb-f8CoyY0-qGM3TXO&oh=00_AYA0cViFjjXRv6I092vfibkaFmrIMp60RVnTNQzvQsxGdQ&oe=67051EFF	PERSON_PROFILE	Paws-N-Claws Pets, Supplies & Grooming	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,083,600	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-03 21:26	active	1575	Желания Луны: Дерзкое Предложение Директора	Чтобы оплатить медицинские расходы матери, она согласилась выйти замуж за генерального директора, но не ожидала, что после замужества влюбится в этого мужчину, который уже заботился о ком-то другом. ===== Виолетта Хромова, находившаяся в командировке, лежала на кровати в гостиничном номере, постепенно проваливаясь в сон. Внезапный, hо как внутри неё пробуждается необъяснимое желание, oна неосознанно и схватила телефон. Из-за отсутствия контактных линз девушка плохо видела, но, отыскав знакомую фамилию своей лучшей подруги, нажала на неё и отправила сообщение. Несколько секунд спустя она получила ответ. «?» Виолетта нахмурилась и пошутила: «Не делай вид, что не понимаешь! Я в комнате 1501». Отправив сообщение, Виолетта с нетерпением ждала ответа, но тишину нарушало лишь стрекотание сверчков. Когда она собиралась встать с постели, чтобы попить воды, внезапно раздался звонок в дверь. Девушка не придала этому особого значения, oткрыв дверь, Виолетта замерла. «Господин Бролов?» Похоже, он недавно принял душ. Его короткие волосы ещё не успели высохнуть, а тело прикрывал лишь чёрный шёлковый халат. Благодаря своему высокому росту и крепкому телосложению он возвышался над ней и практически перекрывал дверной проём. «Господин Бролов, чем я могу помочь...» Прежде чем девушка успела закончить предложение, mужчина бросился к ней... Освещаемая лунным светом, девушка поразмыслила об этом и наконец, набравшись смелости, обвила его шею руками. Глава 2 Двоякость Вадима Бролова Виолетта проснулась рано утром и обнаружила, лежа рядом с мужчиной. Боже! Что она натворила? Не теряя ни минуты, Виолетта быстро оделась, собрала вещи и побежала к стойке регистрации отеля, чтобы заселиться в другой номер. Пытаясь понять, что, чёрт возьми, произошло прошлым вечером, она проверила свой телефон и обнаружила, что отправленные ею н**ристойные сообщения не дошли до её лучшей подруги Алины Броловой. Оказалось, что Виолетта по ошибке отправила их другому человеку с такой же фамилией - своему начальнику и генеральному директору компании «Эссенция», Вадиму Бролову. Несколько лет назад на встрече школьных выпускников староста класса создал чат-группу и попросил всех добавить друг друга в друзья. Виолетта прекрасно помнила, что Вадим сам добавился к ней в друзья, но за всё время ни разу ей не написал. Девушка в панике провела рукой по своим растрёпанным волосам, пытаясь понять, как могла совершить настолько глупую ошибку. Она вошла в свой новый номер и постаралась успокоиться. Затем Виолетта решительно достала телефон и вышла из группового чата выпускников. После этого она сменила своё имя в соцсетях с Виолетты на Лилию, а фотографию заменила на изображение случайной девушки, которое нашла в Интернете. Теперь Вадим не узнает, кто она. Виолетта решила, что нет необходимости удалять его из друзей. Учитывая, что номер 1501 был забронирован компанией, не должно остаться никаких следов, ведущих к ней. Приняв эти меры предосторожности, Виолетта наконец отложила телефон в сторону и снова уснула. Проснулась она под пронзительный звон будильника над ухом. Сегодня ей с менеджером предстояло пойти в компанию «Грация», чтобы обсудить дополнительное финансирование. Прибыльность проекта снизилась настолько, что он стал убыточным. Партнёры требовали восполнить потери и пригрозили продать свою долю акций, если это не будет сделано. Инвестиционному отделу повезло, что у Вадима был свой частный самолёт, на котором они и полетели в срочном порядке в Донинск. Умывшись и почистив зубы, девушка поспешила в вестибюль отеля с документами в руке. Вскоре после этого Алина спустилась вниз, недовольно пробормотав: «Кирилл продолжает настаивать, что мы ничего не должны восполнять, но я сходила в компанию и проверила договор. На копии было его имя!» «Тсс, Кирилл идёт. Лучше ему об этом не слышать», - предупредила Виолетта. В этот момент она заметила высокого мужчину, выходящего из лифта в окружении группы людей. Это был Вадим. Он сменил шёлковый халат, в котором был вчера вечером, на хорошо сшитый чёрный костюм. Его густые брови были слегка нахмурены, а тонкие губы плотно сжаты, пока он слушал доклад своего секретаря. Проходя по вестибюлю, Вадим даже не взглянул на Виолетту. Его холодность была хорошо известна всем в деловом мире. Выражение этого точёного лица всегда оставалось сдержанным и высокомерным. Вадим мало говорил, но одного его присутствия было достаточно, чтобы температура воздуха вокруг него казалась ниже, чем в остальном помещении. «Боже, какой же господин Бролов красавчик! - взволнованно прошептала Алина, не замечая явного смущения Виолетты. - У нас с ним одна фамилия, но почему мы такие разные? Эй, Виолетта, приём! Ты слушаешь?» Алина коснулась руки Виолетты, возвращая ту в реальность. Виолетта поспешна опустила голову, надеясь, что Вадим её не заметил. Однако, когда группа уже подходила к выходу, он вдруг сказал своему секретарю: «Выясни, кто вчера вечером заселился в номер 1501». Услышав эти цифры, Виолетта почувствовала, будто её ноги налились свинцом. Её разум полностью опустел, и она лишь смутно услышала восклицание Алины: «1501? Там же вчера ночевала Виолетта!» Громкий голос Алины привлёк внимание всех, включая Вадима. К счастью для Виолетты, он быстро потерял интерес и направился к двери, словно ничего не произошло. За ним последовала его свита, и все вместе они покинули отель. Как только они ушли, Алина вопросительно посмотрела на Виолетту. «Это довольно странно, не так ли? Почему господин Бролов интересуется твоей комнатой?» - озадачено спросила она. Виолетта облегчённо вздохнула и ответила: «Из моего номера открывается хороший вид. Может, он хочет там остановиться». «Серьёзно?» «Не забывай, что он генеральный директор!» Алина пожала плечами. Слова Виолетты имели смысл, поскольку она и Вадим принадлежали к двум совершенно разным мирам, и между ними ничего не могло произойти. Внезапно девушка замерла. Oна быстро пролистала документы в руках. «Чёрт!» Вероятно, она оставила контракт в номере 1501, когда поспешно сбегала...... ...... Что будет дальше? Количество глав здесь ограничено, нажмите на кнопку ниже, чтобы установить приложение и продолжить чтение более захватывающих глав! 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2,082,193	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2082119}'	Yes	2024-10-03 21:22	active	1575	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before her—her husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage with Aurora. She will be joining our household. There's no question about it," said Barrett. Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she won’t be a concubine. She’ll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that she’s still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I don’t really need your approval on it." Carissa smiled mockingly. "Fell in love, huh? Have you forgot what you promised me before you left for war?" On their wedding night a year ago, Barrett was called away to lead reinforcements on an expedition. Before he left, he lifted his wife’s veil and vowed, "Carrisa Sinclair, you're the only woman I'll ever love in my life. I will never take a concubine!" Embarrassed, Barrett avoided her eye contact. "Just forget what I said. Back then, I only considered you a suitable match for a wife. I knew nothing about love until I met Rory." When he spoke of the woman he loved, his eyes softened with deep affection. Turning back to Carissa, he added, "She’s unlike any woman I’ve ever met. I love her deeply, and I hope you'll be generous enough to welcome her." Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and mother liked her a lot upon seeing her." They agreed? Huh... How ironic! Seems like everything Carissa had done for this household had all been for nothing. "Is she currently in the mansion?" Carissa asked, lifting a brow. Barrett carried a softness in his voice, "Yes, she’s talking to my mother and making her very happy. Even mother's health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estate’s affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." Carissa wasn’t seeking praise. She was just laying out the facts of her exhausting year. "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please support Aurora and me." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, she’s different from any woman you know. As a general, she’s above household squabbles and wouldn’t want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "That’s them," Barrett interrupted. "you're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her." As Carissa looked up, the striking beauty mark under her eye became more evident in the light. Calmly, she said, "It’s fine. If she says anything unpleasant, I’ll ignore it. A true matriarch must understand the bigger picture and act with dignity. Don’t you trust me?" Barrett sighed in frustration. “Why put yourself through this? The king has approved this marriage, and Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things.” “Oh, you think that's what I fear? Losing the control of this household?” Carissa countered. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren family’s life respectable, and this was her reward. “Enough,” Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. “I’ve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion won’t change anything.” As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. “My lady, my lord has really crossed the line!” Lulu, Carissa’s maid, said, wiping her tears. “Don’t call him that!” Carissa gave her a stern look. “We never consummated the marriage. He’s not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.” “Why the dowry list?” Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. “Silly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.” Lulu gasped. “Leave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?” Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered — assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her family’s former glory seemed impossible—at least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren family’s fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. “Lulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.” ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissa’s arrival to the king three times. “Your Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,” he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. “I can’t summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.” “The guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. She’s been standing there for over an hour without moving.” Salvador felt a pang of guilt. “Barrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didn’t want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.” “Your Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,” Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. “Alright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, I’ll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,” said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. “As always, you're wise, Your Majesty!” ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. If Barret Warren loved Aurora Yates so much, then she would let him go. What she needed now was a single edict for an amicable divorce, so she could take away all her dowery and get rid of the despicable Warren family for good, dignified and head high...	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2,083,369	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2082062}'	Yes	2024-10-03 21:25	active	1575	🔞Attention! Do not read in public！👉	“Where the f-k is she?” I hear the Beta scream. Oh no, my ex-mate Beta Kyle is looking for me and trying to torture me again. I groan and get to my feet, grabbing the cleaning basket and taking it with me. The moment Beta Kyle sees me, he strides towards me and his hand slices against my cheek. It hurts more than usual but still, I don't make sound. Years of experience has taught me to do so. “Alpha Trey and I are expecting company and you still have not cleaned the office like you were askedd.” Beta Kyle spits at me. I nod my head and my hand tightens on the cleaning basket. If I could just find the courage to swing it at his head, it would make my day. “We are trying to make a good impression on Alpha Dane. Do you not understand how important it is for us to join ourselves with his pack?!” I don’t answer and keep my eyes low. I know it's a trick, to try and get me to say something so that he can give himself a reason to punish me. Alpha Dane, I had only ever heard rumours about him. He was a ruthless man, a Wolf feared by others. He didn’t mess around and he had the largest pack. “He is the Alpha of Black Shadow, the biggest pack in the world, we need him!” Beta Kyle continues. He places his hands on my shoulders, digging his nails into my thinning skin and turns me around, kicking me in the back as he shoves me towards the office. ”Useless f-king Wolf.” He mutters as he moves away. Quietly closing the door, I lean back against the door, observing the already clean office. There was nothing out of place, it looked perfectly fine for a meeting. Closing my eyes, I slide down to the floor. I hated this house. I thought I could finally escape when I turned eighteen, but four years later, here I still am, a slave in my own home. Doing all the dirty tasks for my brother, Alpha Trey and the pack. While my ex mate, Beta Kyle waltzes around reminding me of how worthless I am. Someone clears their throat and I freeze, I thought I was alone. Leaning forward, I see a handsome man sitting in a chair, just around the corner. A foot propped up on his knee as he nurses a glass of drink. His short hair is dark and his eyes are a deep crimson colour, that don’t quite look right. They suddenly shift to me and I throw myself back against the door as my heart pounded. “Is this the way you greet all Alpha’s?” His deep voice rumbles through the room, an edge of amusement to his tone. “I’m sorry.” I whisper, getting to my feet. “I…I thought I was alone.” I had no idea who he was but I could feel the power radiating off of him, even without my Wolf. “Come forward.” He orders and I already feel a lump forming in my throat. Alpha Trey was going to kill me. I do as I’m told, allowing him to see me properly and I am met with narrowed crimson eyes. I close my eyes, expecting the worst. “You smell funny. Yet you are a Wolf, correct?” I nod, though I couldn’t tell how he was going to react. Most laughed when they found out about me. “I would prefer it if you spoke to me.” He growls, “I’m not in the mood to play games.” “Yes.” I whisper. I couldn’t help but think of all the punishments I was going to have to endure. A whipping maybe? Starvation for another week? I wasn’t sure how much more my body could take. “How is it possible for you to not know I was in the room? You should have scented me.” “I…..” I hated the question. “Spit it out, I haven’t got all day!” He takes a swig from his drink. I knew why I couldn’t scent him. I knew why I hadn’t been aware of his presence, but telling people why was not something I ever wanted or liked to do. They never let me tell my side of the story. All they do is accept Alpha Trey's word as the truth. “You should open your eyes when you are talking to someone. Has your Alpha not taught you anything?” His deep voice sends a shiver through me. Slowly, I open my eyes and lower them, there was no way I was making eye contact. “My Wolf abilities were bound,” I mutter. He leans forward, I could feel him staring at me, “Why would someone do that?” If this is the Alpha that my brother is supposed to be meeting with, I knew I could screw everything up for him by saying too much. “It was a punishment.” I whisper. It wasn’t far from the entire truth but it was the simplest answer I could give. There’s a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldn’t tell. The door swings open and my brother screeches at me “Neah, what the heck are you doing in my office?” He turns to the crimson eyed man. “I am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane.” Crap, it was him. My brother spins around, his hand stretching out to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the burn. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Alpha Dane’s voice rumbles through the room. Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He was taller than my brother, more muscle too. “Neah,” My name rolls off of his tongue, “was kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested.” What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. I was going to pay for this later. I would have to try and steal some food. “Go and get Beta Kyle.” Alpha Trey seethes. “Tell him that our guest is here.” I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. “Beta Kyle,” I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. “Alpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you.” He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. “You’re lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't be seeing sunlight for a few days.” Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesn’t speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesn’t last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. “Neah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating.” I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. “Neah is your sister, correct?” Alpha Dane questions my brother. “She is.” Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. “Why do you treat her like shit?” Straight to the point, my brother wouldn’t like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. “Neah was responsible for our parents' death.” Alpha Trey spits. I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. “Responsible how?” Alpha Dane’s voice rumbles through me. He was definitely angry. “She served them Wolfsbane.” Don’t make a sound. Don’t make a sound. I knew Alpha Dane was studying me. They all did, no one could ever quite believe how someone could do something so disgusting as poisoning their own parents. I stood there, with my head hanging low, wishing for the ground to open up and suck me in. There are movements around me. He was standing directly in front of me. With a rough finger he tilts my face up towards his, forcing me to look at him. Slowly, his hand latches onto my throat but he doesn’t squeeze. “You poisoned your parents?” “I was six.” I splutter. “I just made them lemonade.” My voice comes out all squeaky as I try to defend myself. I could barely remember my parents, but I could remember all the guilt I had been made to feel since that day. His crimson eyes flash to my brothers. “Hardly seems fair to blame a six year old.” “A six year old should know the difference between plants.” Alpha Trey snaps “Sounds to me like she was set up.” Alpha Dane shrugs his shoulders, letting go of my throat. “You weren’t there, Alpha Dane.” My brother muttered through gritted teeth as his eyes narrowed to slits. “I didn’t ask you here to talk about my slave!” Alpha Dane grabs his leather jacket from the chair. Unlike other Alpha’s he seemed to dress more casually. A simple black tee and jeans covered his huge frame. And unlike other Alpha’s, his arms are bare of tattoos, not a single bit of ink poked out anywhere. “You’re right and now I have a few things to mull over.” “I thought we agreed.” My brother exclaims. “Nothing has been signed. Now I will show myself out.” The moment he is out of the office, both my brother and Beta Kyle round on me. “What the f-k did you say to him?” My brother demands, slamming a hand into my stomach. “N..nothing. Well, he just asked me why I smelled funny.” “Did you tell him?” Beta Kyle demands. He was practically spitting in my face. I hated him. I hated him so much that I had vowed to one day get my revenge and rip his stomach out through his mouth. “WELL?” My brother yells when I don’t immediately respond and smacks me across the side of the head. My head involuntarily moves up and down. “But I didn’t say it was you.” I tried to sound strong and confident but it just comes out as a whisper. My brother's hand locks into my black hair as he yanks my head back, sending a shooting pain through my skull. “If you have ruined this, you won’t see daylight again.” He drags me by my hair from the office and down the hallway towards the basement door. “Please….” I beg. “He was an Alpha…I… I had to answer him.” My cheeks burn with my tears as he flings the door open. On the other side of the door is Alpha Dane. He is leaning against the wall with his arms folded, staring out at us. My brother's hand falls from my hair, relieving the pressure on the back of my skull. “Alpha Dane, I thought you had left.” Alpha Trey murmurs angrily. “I said I would show myself out. I thought I had found the door, but instead I find a basement, riddled in your sister's strange scent. Is this how you treat your family?” “As I said,” my brother holds his ground, “She is responsible for the death of my parents, so yes, this is what she deserves.” “You should keep your nose out of other packs' business!” Beta Kyle adds. Alpha Dane laughs. “If I agree to this deal, everything about your business becomes my business. So tell me, what would your punishment be for her? No food, locked away for a week, beatings?” “We don’t….” “Really?” He cocks a brow, “You really expect me to believe that you would have just let her sleep? I have already stopped you from hitting her once. " My brother and Beta Kyle fell silent. I peer through slits to see his crimson eyes on me. There was no reason for him to defend me and yet he was. I was a nobody, no one special. Just who everyone called a traitor. Only instead of being given a death sentence, my brother had decided to make me spend my life suffering. “I have a proposition for you, Alpha Trey.” Alpha Dane is smirking at my brother. “We have already agreed on terms.” “Well, I’m adding one. And if you don’t agree, you will not get my help. Instead, you will become my enemy. And we both know, you don’t want that.” “I take it that your new terms have something to do with her?” Alpha Trey mutters through clenched teeth. “You would be correct. Let me take her away to my pack and then you, Trey will have a deal.” Me? Why would he want me? As my brother and his Beta discuss me, Alpha Dane is still studying me. His look made me nervous. What could someone like him possibly want with me? “Deal.” Alpha Trey sticks out his hand for Alpha Dane to shake. He doesn’t take it, instead his crimson eyes shift from me to my brother. “I will have paperwork drawn up and will return tomorrow.” He reaches a hand out and cups my face, “Ensure you have everything packed.” He drags his thumb across my bottom lip and strides to the opposite end of the hallway and straight to the front door. He knew exactly where the front door was, so what was he up to? He pauses at the door. “If I find out any one of you has laid a hand on her. The contract will be the last thing you need to worry about.” He struts out, slamming the door behind him. Seeing Alpha Dane walking out of the door, my brother immediately grabs me by the collar. "You think you're going to lead a good life if you follow Alpha Dane out of here? Don't be naive!" He continues in a vicious voice. "He's the cruellest man in the world, he has killed nine of his mates, I'm waiting to see what will happen to you!"	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