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Pillows that make you LOL 🤣 | ✨Needlepoint pillows that will take your home decor from trad to rad - over 50 styles to choose from, you're sure to find a favorite. ✨ | SHOP_NOW | https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint- | Furbish Studio | https://www.facebook.com/furbishstudio/ | 27,833 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | furbishstudio.com | DCO | {{product.description}} | https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint-pillows/best-seller | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462615853_953527703285180_8715113666368782568_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=p_iGXzk1fwwQ7kNvgFnf8VO&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ApWaCDbgmF5XzRoTLjni2eS&oh=00_AYCJtVsdkpzY7pARdQewhB9J_-oes-KSZEe4q9FjtlA-dg&oe=6710EE08 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Furbish Studio | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Pillows that make you LOL 🤣 | ✨Needlepoint pillows that will take your home decor from trad to rad - over 50 styles to choose from, you're sure to find a favorite. ✨ | SHOP_NOW | https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint- | Furbish Studio | https://www.facebook.com/furbishstudio/ | 27,833 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | furbishstudio.com | DCO | {{product.description}} | https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint-pillows/best-seller | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462693680_457360990696121_5809382765849423724_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=3S6Gk7v2BQ0Q7kNvgHJ-wrN&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ApWaCDbgmF5XzRoTLjni2eS&oh=00_AYBfL9MAPT0qu0c4uQXHg_pUclhoUIxKknlh5zsRvHUmtA&oe=6710EB77 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Furbish Studio | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Pillows that make you LOL 🤣 | ✨Needlepoint pillows that will take your home decor from trad to rad - over 50 styles to choose from, you're sure to find a favorite. ✨ | SHOP_NOW | https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint- | Furbish Studio | https://www.facebook.com/furbishstudio/ | 27,833 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | furbishstudio.com | DCO | {{product.description}} | https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint-pillows/best-seller | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462588747_1300068374339912_5692317208097254601_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=dOwOi8ZcnH8Q7kNvgEbBeZz&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AHc9WaeMhMgtUzygJ5JFEAT&oh=00_AYDSJaVeKbUWWE0_-Y4nVtv67A_08T52jMyW18X2BF2RTA&oe=6710B893 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Furbish Studio | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Pillows that make you LOL 🤣 | ✨Needlepoint pillows that will take your home decor from trad to rad - over 50 styles to choose from, you're sure to find a favorite. ✨ | SHOP_NOW | https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint- | Furbish Studio | https://www.facebook.com/furbishstudio/ | 27,833 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | furbishstudio.com | DCO | {{product.description}} | https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint-pillows/best-seller | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462588747_1300068374339912_5692317208097254601_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=dOwOi8ZcnH8Q7kNvgEbBeZz&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AHc9WaeMhMgtUzygJ5JFEAT&oh=00_AYDSJaVeKbUWWE0_-Y4nVtv67A_08T52jMyW18X2BF2RTA&oe=6710B893 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Furbish Studio | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Start Quiz! | Remember the 1950s? The Average Person Only Gets a Few Questions Right! How Will You Do? 💯 | LEARN_MORE | https://thetriviafeed.com/1950s-trivia-2/?utm_sour | TriviaFeed | https://www.facebook.com/61566458137191/ | 258 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | thetriviafeed.com | DCO | The Average Person Only Gets a Few Questions Right! How Will You Do? 💯 | https://thetriviafeed.com/1950s-trivia-2/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=fbdtrafficfnl&utm_campaign={{adset.name}} | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462840702_2006908323093428_4082590537855792426_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=u2g5Iq0qUB8Q7kNvgHnnmSg&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AdqdsM24nUNxgDx4P9n1NWJ&oh=00_AYBEf7xUgKu80wuzvlWYZlemqXhPrZELFGwKSIhg145aJw&oe=6710D6C1 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | TriviaFeed | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Pillows that make you LOL 🤣 | ✨Needlepoint pillows that will take your home decor from trad to rad - over 50 styles to choose from, you're sure to find a favorite. ✨ | SHOP_NOW | https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint- | Furbish Studio | https://www.facebook.com/furbishstudio/ | 27,833 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Shop Now | 0 | furbishstudio.com | DCO | {{product.description}} | https://furbishstudio.com/collections/needlepoint-pillows/best-seller | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462588747_1300068374339912_5692317208097254601_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=dOwOi8ZcnH8Q7kNvgEbBeZz&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AHc9WaeMhMgtUzygJ5JFEAT&oh=00_AYDSJaVeKbUWWE0_-Y4nVtv67A_08T52jMyW18X2BF2RTA&oe=6710B893 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Furbish Studio | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | 🎉 Get ready, Lowell! 🎉 Boots at the Mill is moving to an INCREDIBLE new venue! Join us on October 26th at @taffetamusic for a spectacular night of drag featuring TEN incredible local performers! 😍 Experience the show under brand-new lights, with professional sound, and on a breathtaking stage! 🌟 Enjoy a FULL BAR and food from our on-site vendor. You do NOT want to miss out on this amazing upgrade to a fantastic show! Full lineup coming SOON! . 📍 Taffeta Music Hall is located at 122 Western Ave, Lowell, MA, 01851. Only minutes away from the Lowell Commuter Rail Station! . 💃 Doors open at 6:30PM, show starts right at 7PM. Seating is first come, first served. Standing areas available! 18+ to enter, 21+ to drink. . 🎟️ All tickets General Admission. $12 Online, $17 at the door. . 🖋️ Applications for November are open NOW at the link in my bio! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #bossiboots #hellochicken #bootsatthemill #lowell #announcement #taffeta #localdrag #nonbinary #dragqueen #drag #gay #fyp #rupaulsdragrace #rpdr #pride #lgbtq #dragqueens #queer #dragmakeup #dragqueensofinstagram #queen #dragqueenmakeup #fashion #dragartist #makeupartist #love #gaypride #mua | LEARN_MORE | https://linktr.ee/bossiboots | williamailloux | https://www.instagram.com/_u/williamailloux | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | linktr.ee | VIDEO | https://linktr.ee/bossiboots | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/462661140_553524297174416_4065217994015573665_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=7fff4e&_nc_ohc=dxo9JqceIuQQ7kNvgFfPRD4&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYCV4K31uiH-n9E7Z70CQuerrVEX6-WezUgDoUSqwZy6Dw&oe=6710D90F | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | williamailloux | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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pretty heart 🤍🥲 #filipina #latina #transmodel #transbeauty #girlslikeus #transisbeautiful #bigdreams #baddie #transangels #explorepage #transgirl #fashion #thegworlsclubofficial #fashionblog #transgender #fashioninspo #fashionlover #fashionstyle #explorepage #growth #loveislove #209 #personalgrowth #baddieoutfits #schoolgirl #pride #gay #photoshoot #tronixnetwork #fame | VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE | http://instagram.com/mmmadisonstarr | mmmadisonstarr | https://www.instagram.com/_u/mmmadisonstarr | 0 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Visit Instagram profile | 0 | instagram.com | IMAGE | http://instagram.com/mmmadisonstarr | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/461855788_519374140728931_3769207321316855072_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s206x206&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=7fff4e&_nc_ohc=0Cp3wB6KqZQQ7kNvgFSSMCb&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AYB6K3t1FprqC9aC5F4Tkm7pUG1mKM0MpeHNEDFRYSZuHQ&oe=6710D612 | IG_ADS_IDENTITY | 1 | 0 | 0 | mmmadisonstarr | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Provincetown Art Association and Museum. | LEARN_MORE | https://paam.org/education/land-place-identity-ina | Provincetown Art Association and Museum | https://www.facebook.com/paam1914/ | 6,829 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | paam.org | CAROUSEL | https://paam.org/education/land-place-identity-inaugural-symposium-on-american-art/ | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462712994_1057987019239842_3713673018948834375_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_JM_dGftgKwQ7kNvgHB8eoq&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AK3N4u_9UAqkTxzfGmx4wRW&oh=00_AYCpS0bUNpH4kNW5YNFHeWk-tZzZ_ozBjuqNmpRQPiBR0A&oe=6710DDB2 | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Provincetown Art Association and Museum | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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No | 2024-10-12 18:36 | active | 1612 | 0 | Suy nghĩ chung của tất cả mọi người DOC THAN trên u35 là: - Tôi lớn rồi không hợp để kết bạn trò chuyện - Trời như này liệu có ổn không - Kết bạn như này sợ lắm nhiều người trêu đùa tcam - Thời buổi bây giờ nhiều thành phần gây ảnh hưởng mạng xã hội này kia lắm. ⭐️ Mngười hãy gạt bỏ suy nghĩ như vậy ở trong đầu đi nhé vì khi bạn nhắn yêu cầu chương trình kết nối mặc dù bạn ở Độ TUOI nào đi nữa hãy nhớ là VẪN CÓ NGƯỜI LUÔN CHỜ BẠN. Chương trình trước khi kết nối sẽ tìm hiểu kỹ càng về người được ghép với mọi người ra sao rồi mới kết nối chứ không thể nào knối bừa được. 🛑 Và các bạn nên lưu ý 1 điều rằng : Chương trình không thu bất kể một chphí nào của thành viên tham gia và khi mọi người ghép nên duyên và đến được với nhau chương trình vẫn sẽ không can thiệp. 🛑Nhắn tin cho chương trình - Tìm nửa kia ngay hôm nay ! | MESSAGE_PAGE | Se Duyên Tại USA | https://www.facebook.com/seduyentaiusa/ | 414 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Send message | 0 | VIDEO | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462696376_507954955391823_4137781427577106597_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=SD0RDkzZEbEQ7kNvgEkjB0n&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ACtQ-VuMG6CaDlFETpAtJDW&oh=00_AYB-js5YnFmbYgHAPFSTJ3z9D5JZlxd1M136W5GxiLjYsA&oe=6710ECCE | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Se Duyên Tại USA | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Childhood Development | La Crosse | Childhood Development has never been so much fun! 📚⚽️ __ Give your kiddos the tools they need to succeed with our indoor Toddler Sports Classes coming back to the La Crosse area this Winter! [Ages 2-5] __ Add yourself to the waitlist for Winter classes and receive 10% off your first registration! | LEARN_MORE | https://www.playpensports.com/lacrosse1 | Playpen Sports Academy | https://www.facebook.com/playpensports/ | 12,014 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn More | 0 | playpensports.com | DCO | https://www.playpensports.com/lacrosse1 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462742197_1583766665847922_5692961886964404647_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=hf_3E4aXG5kQ7kNvgF-N7x3&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AYePca24jdLURXSoPzAWKS6&oh=00_AYDSOIqQ-gvTqQ48SCy9o2Q3FpXh5801GoKT9jfF1zStJg&oe=6710E3AA | PERSON_PROFILE | 0 | 0 | 0 | Playpen Sports Academy | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | View Edit Delete | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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👉Only $0.99 for all books😍 | I’m spreading legs for my father-in-law after I find my fiancé cheat on me… This room screams money, and it's not like I'm poor; I'm just not stupidly rich. Jake isn't yet. Sure, his dad is, but Jake was told until he proves himself, he won't get a penny. Sure, he gets money from his dad every month to live on and such. Yet, nothing else. Even though I know that his dad essentially paid for this ring I am wearing, Jake doesn't work, which means he no doubt had to ask his dad for money for the ring. It's looking like Jake might be getting his inheritance. News of this engagement has made his father see him in a whole new way—not just the engagement, but me, apparently. Dating me has made his son straighten his life out. I'm not sure how I helped. All I am doing is dating him. I didn't even know about his money until I met his dad, so it was a shock when Jake stopped at the house. They continued the conversation. His dad smiled at me and the ring. I'm still processing this. I mean, we've been dating for months, but dating and being engaged are two entirely different games. Jake's father is lovely, though. It's clear he wants the best for Jake but hates his stupidity—that stupidness that I haven't really seen. I knew him before dating him, but not enough to know the real him—the one his father said didn't deserve the money. His dad talks, laughing. I reply and feel Jake’s hand sliding up my leg. My body tenses. Turning, I glare at him. His eyes spark with interest, and he pouts at me. We’re sitting with his dad. “Did it go well then?” Alaric smiles at me from across the table. I nod and smile. “It went amazing Mr Hendrix, I was surprised it went so well.” “Ruby, please call me Alaric. You have been dating Jake for over a year. You don’t need to be so formal.” His words are kind, and I nod. “Anyway, I will let you two kids have your fun and disappear. Enjoy your break. Jake, stay tonight; don’t drive back so late, son.” I watch Alaric stand and leave. I turn to face Jake. Every time he tries to grope me under the table. “Babes, it was nothing. I didn’t even get close to my goal.” He leans forward, his lips finding mine. “Even so, we were sat with your dad!” I don’t feel comfortable doing that. Not when we're in company. “Babes, stop sulking. Let’s get to bed.” He pulls me up, and I follow him. It’s been ages since I slept here. We usually stay at the dorms, but we came late today to tell his dad we’re engaged. When I walk into his room, I smile—it’s exactly how I remember it. Jake wraps his arms around me as he removes my clothes, slowly teasing me with his mouth. Shaking my head, I step back. “Not here, Jake. Your dad is in the next room.” That is just awkward. He sighs and climbs into bed. “You know, you worry too much when it comes to sax. Loosen up, babes!” His words shock me, and he laughs. “Forget it. Sleep.” He rolls over. Maybe I do need to loosen up? Yet, I can’t feel comfortable with him entering me so close to his dad. Waking, I walk down. Alaric turns and smiles at me. “Morning Ruby, Coffee?” Nodding, I smile. “Please, Alaric. I didn’t sleep too well.” My sentence ends with a yawn as if to try and confirm my words are true. “Is my son keeping you awake?” He smiles at me. “Not exactly. My mind wouldn’t quieten down.” I kept repeating Jake’s words over and over. “Ah, well, hopefully you will sleep better tonight when you’re back home.” I nod at him and watch as Jake walks down. “We best leave. Long drive ahead of us.” Jake grabs his jacket. “Okay, call in more often, both of you!” Alaric hugs me. “It’s nice to see you again, Ruby.” We say goodbye and leave. The drive back is quiet. I wonder if his mind is on last night. To him, it was nothing. Sure, the table hid us, but his dad was still right there. It also isn't like his hand was at my knee—it ended up between my thighs. I feel like he's in a mood because I refused to let him enter me. Maybe it is just me, and I do worry too much. Maybe others wouldn't have an issue with it, and it is me? Walking through the door, he grabs me. His kiss becomes forceful as I walk backwards into the bedroom. His hands pull my clothes off as we make our way to my room. My body falls back onto the bed, his lips on mine as he climbs onto me. "We need to be quick babes. I'm late." He pushes his trousers down and thrusts into me. His hips speed up instantly. My moans get louder as I grab him and hear him groaning in pleasure as he thrusts a final time before moving off me. I watch as he gets dressed and walks out of the room. Not even a kiss goodbye. I don't get this. People always rave about sax and talk about how amazing it is. For me, it's just meh. It's something I know I could live without. It's nothing that epic or amazing. If anything, it's boring. 6 Months Later Sitting, I laugh. The slight feeling of being tipsy makes me happy. "He's a grumpy nut!" Bex pushes me so hard that I almost fall off the stool. "Maybe, but he's my grumpy nut!" I laugh and stand, and she pouts at me, sulking. "I'm going. I want to be with Jake when the new year begins. He wasn't feeling great." Hugging her, I walk home. "Ruby, Ruby, Ruby!" I groan and stop at the door turning Ivy dances to me. "I'm glad you're here! I lost my keys." Laughing at her, I unlock the door. "You didn't lose them, Ivy. You never do. They are always inside where you left them." I walk in and go to the side, picking up the keys. I rattle them at her. "See." Laughing, she nods. Walking to the kitchen, I grab a drink and go upstairs, my head shaking at the fact she forgot her keys again. I had told her just before we left, get your keys. Laughing, I push the door open and freeze. "Jake!" I stand shocked and sickened. He turns slightly and looks at me. "Is this her?" The woman who is without clothes and currently wrapped around him laughs, and Jake chuckles. "Get out!" Screaming, I throw my bag at him. "Calm it, Ruby!" Jake screams at me. I watch the woman grab her clothes and rush out. "How could you?" Screaming, I take off a shoe and throw it at him. "Because you're boring! God, woman, you're soo stiff." His words are screamed into my face as he laughs. "You were a means to an end, I wanted my inheritance, and you helped me to get it!" My body freezes. "Did you ever actually like me?" Was this all a way to get the money? "Yes! Then I got bored, but I could see my dad thought this was the real deal. He seemed to think you were fixing me, so I played for a bit until he signed my money over. You can't complain; you got to date and sleep with me. Someone every woman wants." My hand swings, and I punch him. "Screw you!" I fight back the tears and push him away from me. "No thanks, there's more action in a board game. Want some advice? Stop being a prude." He turns and storms out. My body falls to the floor. Over a year he used me for over a year to get money? "Ruby." Turning, I look at Ivy and fight back the tears. "He's the sort who will die alone. With money, but no woman will be there." She moves and hugs me. "God, I'm a fool! What's wrong with me?" Sitting, I cry, and her arms stay wrapped around me, trying to comfort me. Chapter 2 The List It's been a month since I saw Jake with that woman. I spend it hiding away. Other than studying, I don't leave. I know everyone is talking. Jake's latest bit I caught him with has made it known why he walked. Everyone knows, and everyone is talking about me like I'm a nun. "Do something!" Bex shouts at me. "Like what?" Nothing I do will bring Jake back. "Prove the guy wrong, get people talking about you and how much you do. Write a sax list." I laugh at her words. "What is a sax list?" Rolling her eyes at me, she laughs. "It's a list of things you need to do or try. It revolves mostly around sax. Things like visiting a sax shop, having a one-night stand, and making a sax video. There are loads. Prove you're not what he says." She turns and walks out. It could be fun, and right now, I have nothing to lose—not when everyone says I'm a nun. I grab a pen and notebook and sit. My eyes look over the blank paper. My mind comes up blank as I sit and consider. Visit a sax shop Watch a video Use a toy Kiss a random guy Kiss a woman Take pole dancing lessons Do a saxy photoshoot Dance at an adult club Buy saxy lingerie Have a night with three Visit a special club I keep going, and by the time I'm finished, the list is two pages long. Looking through it, I decided now that I should get started. I need to do something. Grabbing the laptop, I open it and load up a special site. This seems like a good starting place. This is out of my element. Scrolling through, I stop at a video. I watch it, and shaking my head, I quickly close that video. That was too much too soon. Clicking on another, I begin watching it. I'm astounded—she looks like she's enjoying it a lot. So why don't I feel pleasure like that? I lose myself in the video, soon finding myself watching more after it, and the night disappears. Some of the videos do really make me feel like a prude. Today has gone quickly. Class has ended, and I'm determined to cross another item off the list. Parking the car, I walk to the shop. Standing outside, I look at the store. Sucking in a breath, I push the door open and walk in. I begin to look around. My hand trails over the leather lingerie. Picking up a set, I carry it with me as I continue to look through the lingerie and make my way towards the sax toys. I stop at them and glance around. Now what? My hand reaches out blindly and grabs three different ones. I've no idea what they are, but I'm not about to read the boxes in the shop. Walking towards the till to pay, I stop. My eyes see the items. I grab a pair of handcuffs and a flogger and continue to the till. I place the items down. I watch as she picks each item up and scans them all before I pay, and she hands me the bag. Getting into the car, I laugh. I did it. What did I buy? I laugh, knowing that maybe I should have done research before. When I get home, I place the items in the drawer next to my bed. They are items I have to use. Otherwise, why visit a shop and buy them? "We're going out!" Bex and Ivy burst into my room. "Oh my God!" Bex runs over and pulls the items out. "You made a list!" She squeals and hugs me. "Okay, calm down. Anyway, I'm not going out." He will be there with her. "Yes, you really are! Don't let him push you into hiding. That confirms his words. It's been a month. Get on a beautiful dress, now." Ivy drags me up from the bed. "Fine!" Walking over, I look through the clothes. "No! You're wearing this." Bex holds out a dress, and my eyes widen. "Is that even legal?" I stare at it; it's short, and most of it is see-through. "Very, get it on. Look, you don't want him back. Screw him, not literally, as that's not allowed! Show him what he's missing. You might be a prude, but he can't enter you for good." I laugh at her words. "What? I've heard you two. He doesn't hit the spot. Come on." Ivy bounces around me. "Okay, give me ten minutes." I grab the dress and go to the bathroom to get ready. Walking out, they are waiting. "Oh yeah, he never saw you in anything like this. Make him bleed." I laugh at Bex. "That's if he's there, we're going to Rainbow Horse." That's a gay bar. Jake does go there, not often, but still, there's a chance he is there, which makes me want to refuse. The bar is full; Bex and Ivy have pretty much been pouring the shots down my throat. I won't complain, though, as I'm laughing and enjoying the night. Standing on the dance floor with them, my body moves to the music. I'm glad I decided to come out. They were right I do feel better already. My body stops when I see him and her together. They are staring towards me and laughing. "Don't. You do not let him and that evil excuse of a woman run you out and stop having fun. Turn your back to them and dance." Bex pulls me so I'm no longer facing them. It wouldn't be as bad if he wasn't talking about me and saying something. I see Oliver dancing, and I smile toward him. "While dancing, move me closer to Oliver." This will stop Jake from staring at me. Bex and Ivy nod but look at me, confused. We dance, and as we do, they keep moving toward him. Dancing beside him, he notices me and glances down. "Ruby, didn't expect to see you out tonight." He smiles slightly and stops dancing. "Am I not allowed to have fun like the rest of you?" He chuckles at my words. "I didn't think you 'did' fun." "Because Jake said so, right?" He nods, and I continue to dance. "Indulge me, won't you Oliver and go along with me?" He peers at me, confused. His eyes stay fixed on mine, am I really about to do this? Doubt creeps in, and I feel someone push me forward, my lips pressing against his. The feel of his hand slipping around my waist makes me smile as I continue to kiss Jake's best friend. His hands hold me closer as I finally break away from the kiss. "What was that?" He stares at me. "Oh, just some fun. Thanks for letting me borrow your mouth for a few seconds." Turning, I walk towards Bex and Ivy. "Erm." Bex laughs. "I gave you a nudge but didn't think you would actually stick your tongue in his mouth." "It worked, Jake is pissed." Ivy laughs, and I glance over, seeing him glaring at me. I give a little wave and turn away from him. "You realise you never do that, right? The whole kissing someone, random people. You date, that's it." Ivy continues to laugh. "I changed my mind; dating got me nowhere. I might test-ride all his friends." They both laugh, but I'm being serious. We stay for a short while longer before making our way home. Getting in, I walk into my room and stop. "What are you doing here?" I stare at Jake. "I left my watch. I was just getting it." He holds it up. Laughing, my head shakes. "You had it on tonight. Why are you here in my room?" I stare at him as he stays sitting on the bed, his eyes falling to the items on the bed. I forgot Bex had pulled them out of the drawer. "Why do you have these?" He picks up the handcuffs. "Jake, you need to leave." Why is he here? "Look, you wanted my attention, and you got it. It was a good idea to use Oliver. I'm here, so let's have fun." I laugh. "Come on, Ruby. You wanted to play, so let's play." "Jake, I wanted to play with Oliver, not you. I did play with him. Now leave." He sits, shocked. "You're joking." "No, get out of my room!" My words are screamed, and I see Bex appear at the door. "Fine." His words are almost growled as he storms out. Bex laughs before leaving. What was I ever doing with that guy? Chapter 3 Lessons The week has passed by quickly; I get lost in studying. I've signed up for dancing lessons, though. Two nights a week, I will do pole dancing, and another two nights a week, I will practice lap dances. I have to admit I had fun with Bex and Ivy that night once I let go of my fears. Pulling on the boots, I stand, and Bex walks in, her eyes widening. "Why are you wearing those heels?" I laugh at her words. "I'm serious. Are you going out?" "I'm doing pole dancing lessons. It's the first one tonight. I figured I would wear heels and learn while wearing them." "I'm coming!" she runs out of the room. I laugh, walk to her room, and watch her get ready. "I always wanted to learn, so I'm coming. Why pole dancing?" She turns and looks at me as she fastens her shoes. "I have a slot in a few weeks dancing in a club." Her hands stop, and she looks at me. "Yes, I'm being serious." I laugh and watch her fasten her shoe. "You're going to dance in a club?" "Yes, I visited this week. It looked amazing. The women looked happy. It's a thrill, so yes, I am going to be dancing half-bare on a pole." "I think I need to make a list for myself! It sounds like you're having all the fun," she says, laughing, and we leave together. Getting to the building, we go in, and to be fair, it's harder than it looked. Still, I slowly get the hang of it and begin to enjoy myself. While I am, Bex is falling over and laughing. I honestly think she might be drunk. Walking over, I pick her up off the floor. "Sorry, but I can't do it. My body is like... no way...keep our feet on the ground." She laughs, and I nod. "You were doing well, though." Her grin widens, and we begin to leave. "Thanks; by any chance, do you know Boudoir Bunny?" She stops mid-step and turns to me. "Yes, why are you asking?" "Because I plan to visit tomorrow night." Her mouth falls open. "Do you know what it is?" She looks at me now. "I do. I read up on it, checked it out online, and spoke to someone else who goes there. I'm not planning to do anything there; I just want to go and see what it's like." "To see what it's like? It's a bandage club, like a full-on sax club. With private rooms and something else." She laughs, and I nod. "Which, you know, and you're still going?" "I'm not going in the rooms. I will be staying in the communal areas." "Can I join you?" I laugh slightly. "You were just looking at me like I'm crazy, Bex." "Yeah, but I still want to go. I've always wanted to, but I'm not about to walk into a sax club all on my own." I laugh and nod. "Then come with me. Do you have a suitable outfit?" She can't go in her usual clothes. "Not for that place, so let's go shopping." We leave together, and I go to the shop. This is twice now I've been in a sax shop. I look through the different outfits, a lot are leather, PVC or rubber. Grabbing the mask, I smile. "You're going to be a kitty?" Bex looks at me. "Yes!" I hold up the outfit, which is actually more like lingerie. She laughs and holds up her outfit. She has a bunny mask. "I have the perfect pair of shoes as well to go with it." Paying, we leave and go home. Standing in the room, I begin to go through everything. I can't find my shoes! "Bex! Ivy!" I watch them walk in. "Please say you have seen my black shoes, the ones with a metal heel." I need those; they will go with the outfit. "You had them on when you last visited Jake's dad." Ivy smiles at me. "No way!" "Just wear something else." Ivy smiles at me. "No! I had the outfit planned in my mind. I need those shoes." "Then ask Jake to get them." Sighing, I reach for my phone. I need the stuff I left at your dad's from when I stayed, please, like now, if possible. I hit send on the message and sat on the bed. I began to look through my phone. The dating app is relatively hilarious; some of the chat-up lines have me laughing. My phone vibrates, and I see Jake's name. Hitting the message, it shows up. It's your stuff. Get it yourself, or just leave it there for when I next go down with whoever I'm dating. I'm sure they will appreciate it. Screaming, I throw the things off my bed, and Bex walks in with Ivy. "Well?" "I've to get it myself or leave it there for his next woman to use." Their eyes widen. "I would say leave it, buy new, but that's awuful. Go get it." Bex smiles at me. "That means leaving early. The club is two hours away, so I need to go in the morning, get there, get my stuff, drive back, get ready, and then leave again." Maybe I should just wear different shoes. "Then don't wear those shoes." Bex shrugs, but I had it planned in my mind and I hate now following through. "No, I'm getting my stuff on the off chance he takes a woman there before I do, and she wears it." They nod and leave. Lying down, I fall asleep. Stopping outside the house, I hit the button and waited; I slept in. So I had to get ready for tonight and wear the outfit under my dress. "Yes?" I turn to the intercom. He will be working, but I know where the spare key is. "Hi, Alaric, it's Ruby. If possible, I need to grab the things that I left here." "You don't need to ask." The intercom turns off, and the gates open. Driving in, I get out and walk up the steps. I stop noticing that the pot has moved. Turning, I see it. Leaning over, I lift it and look for the key; it's not here. "Ahm." I stand and turn, Alaric is stating right where my hip was bent over. "Sorry, I thought you would be at work. I was going to let myself in." Maybe I should have knocked first. "No worries. Can I get you a drink?" He walks in, and I follow. "Erm..." He's smiling at me, he doesn't know. "Is everything okay?" He grabs a glass, and I nod. "Drink?" I nod at him, I thought Jake would have told him this was over? Now I feel more awkward than before, knowing I have to tell him. He holds out the glass, and I take it. "Thanks, Aleric." "You're welcome. Why isn't Jake here?" I lick my lip. Panic builds within me, but I bite it back. "Ruby? Where the fuck is your ring?" "We're over, I'm sorry I thought he would have told you. I wouldn't have come if I knew he hadn't. I just need my things." "What do you mean it's over? What happened?" Fighting back tears, my head shakes. "It doesn't matter." "It does. You're almost crying. What happened?" He stands waiting. "I found him with some other woman in my room." He stills at my words. "He used me to convince you he had settled down so you would give him the money." "He proposed though." "To make it more real," his eyes widen. "Can I use the bathroom, please?" I need to avoid his questions. "Ruby, you don't need to ask, but when you're done, we'll talk about this." I nod, quickly throw my bag on the side, and rush through. As I entered the bathroom, I locked the door. I thought he would have known. I never expected to get here and have to tell him about his own son's recklessness and dirty behaviour. Apparently, though, I have to. Jake is hiding the fact that we split, which makes no sense at all. Why hide it? Chapter 4 His Disapproval As I walk back through, he stands waiting. I go to walk around the unit, and he stops me. "What is going on? You're not telling me everything. You're avoiding talking to me. Why?" "There's nothing to tell. I found him with another woman." "And..." He stands waiting. "And we split up." I shrug. "Talk me through what happened and what he said." He looks at me, waiting. "New years, I went back early to spend it with him, I found him in my room with a woman. I screamed at him, the woman asked if I was her, and laughed." His eyes widen. "I told them to get out, he told me to calm it and I asked how he could it to me. He called me boring but explained he could see that you were falling for the fact he was with me, so he played for a bit until he got the money." He doesn't reply; he just stands shocked. "Then he told me I should be happy, I got to sleep and date him. Someone with money that every woman wants. I hit him, and he said there was more action in a board game." Now he knows I can get my stuff and leave. "Ruby, I'm sorry." He stares at me. "This is my fault. He was going from woman to woman, partying and blowing money on nothing. You started dating him, and he seemed to settle slightly. I mentioned the money; I didn't think he would use you just to get the money." "It's not your fault. You know now, but I need to get my things." I turn, and he stops me. "Don't you listen to him, to his words. What he said is wrong, he was cruel, and I'm sorry." I shrug but don't reply. "Ruby, why are you listening to his words and letting that change you?" "I'm not." My words are quiet, and his head tilts. "Okay, maybe I am. Something must make him think that, so somewhere inside, I'm boring. I'm not sure if it's a fact I wouldn't let him grope me under the table while you were here or that fact I refused to let him enter me here with you in the other room that made him see me as boring, or maybe it's because I really am!" His body stills as I shout. There has to be some truth to his words. "I wouldn't have believed him so much if he didn't tell others, and then those people start saying nonsense. Everyone knows, he told everyone." I can't go into class without people staring at me and talking. "Ruby, come here." I look at him and shake my head. His hand grips mine, and he pulls me in front of him. He turns me so my back is against him. "What is this?" He taps the side, and I glance down. Oh, my list. I go to say I don't know when he speaks. "It fell out of your bag. You threw it down with that much force." He chuckles and waits. "It was something to help me experience more, stop being a prude, and prove everyone wrong." He sighs and grabs a pen, placing it next to the paper. His hands grip the counter next to me. "Pick up the pen," he says, his breath washes over my neck. Reaching down, I get it. "Cross off number eight." "W-what?" "Cross of number eight. The list is a good idea, but number eight is a risk. Not only that, but you're not selling your body. You gain nothing from it." "I want to." It will help. It's different. "No, you don't. Women dance there for money, and many are tortured behind the scenes. If you want a list, fine, but make it safe. Cross it out." Nodding, I cross out the dancing in an adult club. "Number ten, cross it out." "Why?" What is wrong with a three ? "You don't even have a partner, so you're planning to have a three with two strangers? That's putting yourself at risk. Remove it." Nodding, I cross it out. "Number fifteen as well." "People do it all the time." What is wrong with a one-night stand? "You didn't have them for a reason. Because you know you're worth more than a night, don't forget your values and morals. Remove it." Biting my lips, I scratch it out. "Also, number sixteen. Before you ask, that's safer and better if you have a partner, not a random guy." I cross out the sax in public. "Number nineteen." "What?" What is wrong with trying bandage during sax? "You don't have a partner. Are you really going to let a stranger, a one-night stand, tie you up? You're putting yourself at risk." I didn't consider that. Maybe there is a lot on here that shouldn't be, as I can't do it alone or with a total stranger I don't trust. I cross it out, move down the list, and begin crossing off some other things. "Good girl," he whispers into my ear. I relax, putting down the pen. He was right; some of them are putting me at risk. "Now, let's talk about the last few." He turns over the paper. "Explain why you would have that on a list?" "Erm..." I swallow hard. "Ruby, why would you have those on the list when it's a list of things you hadn't done or ever tried?" I bite my lip, and he keeps me encased between his body and the kitchen island. "My parents were very religious and strict. Anyone before Jake was fun, and well, those are still things I haven't done or experienced." I feel his body turn to ice, his hand grips my chin, and he turns my head to see me. "Are you joking?" I try and shake my head but fail. "Ruby, for years, you were dating and sleeping. Are you telling me you've never reach high, and he never enter you with his mouth?" His words cause my body to shake, and my head moves from side to side. "I never really enjoyed sax," it's the truth, which is why I was happy to quickly say no when Jake tried for sax. "I want to fix the last two issues on your list." My body shakes and explodes with pleasure. God... "You should tell me no, Ruby, you're young enough to be my daughter." "I..." I want to tell him no, but just the way he's stood has my body wanting him. It's something I've never felt before. He's waiting for my answer, he's right, I am young enough to be his daughter. I also know if I walk out and say no to him, I might just regret it. "Maybe because you're old enough to be, I should call you Daddy?" He spins me to face him, and his hand slides along my leg. "Remove them." His finger strokes omy sax over my underwear. Crap, I didn't consider that. I'm wearing a one-piece leather corset. "I said remove them. I can't do it while you're covered." Nodding, I lift the dress, and his eyes widen. He swears under his breath. "Ruby, why did you come here wearing this?" He stands waiting. "I'm going out after. I wouldn't have time to go back and change. I needed the shoes to go with it." My words are quiet. "In this? Turn." I turn so my back is against him, and he swears louder. His hands grasp against the globe of my hips. "Your whole hip is on show. And you're wearing it out?" I nod at his words. "It's appropriate for where I'm going." Very appropriate. "Take it off." Nodding at his words, I unclick it around my neck. Moving and pushing it down my body until it falls to the floor. I stay facing away from him, but I can feel his eyes burning through my body. We don't move or speak. I don't want to speak. I don't want to consider this too much. There's a chance if I do, or even if he does, we will stop and realise how crazy it is. His hands stroke down my sides, causing my body to quake. Stopping at my hips, he turns me before lifting me onto the kitchen side. "Say no, Ruby." His eyes go from mine down my body. I push my legs wider. 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🔞🔞Read the Full Version👉 | "Sister, even if you're the rightful wife, what does it matter now? The mistress of the Hart family is my mother." "If you don't want to lose something more important than life, you must replace me today and marry that dying monster!" I was plucked from the orphanage and thrust into the arms of a legendary, terminally ill, and violent pervert. They threatened my grandfather's life, and I had no choice. Unexpectedly, everything changed dramatically after marrying into the wealthiest family, the Augustine family. Not only did my family cherish me like a treasure, but even my husband, rumored to be sick and ugly, the sole heir of the Augustine family, transformed into a perfect and caring partner, handsome and skilled in bed. Oh, what I mean is, you are already so handsome. There is no man more handsome than you in the world. Why did you hide it before? I was pinned to the bed by his strong chest, trying to delay his next request with conversation. I was truly exhausted; he had just ravished me uncontrollably. "Baby, let me kiss you there, and I'll tell you..." His tender kiss descended once more, and my bedsheets were soaked through.. …… In the winter of 2015, Olive Hart sat on a train from an orphanage in the suburbs and was headed for Los Angeles. When she was nine year old, she was taken to the suburbs. And today, she's being brought back to LA. And not for any reason other than the marriage between the Hart's family and the Augustine's family. A daughter from the Hart's family is to marry into the Augustine's family. But, with the rumours of the groom being terminally ill, neither of Hart's two sisters consented to the marriage. Olive was sitting on the bunk with a book in her hand. The door of the train was suddenly pushed open. The cold wind was accompanied by a sweet and fishy smell of blood. Raising her eyes, she sighted a tall figure collapsing from the outside into the train. In split seconds, some men clothed in black rushed in. "Boss, there's no one here. Let's just send him to hell." One of them roared. The scariest of them all, who also happened to be their boss, diverted his gaze toward Olive. Olive instantly felt a surge of heat engulfing her. The man's eyes passed a message of strong murderous intent. Glancing at the weapons calmly and silently in their hands, Olive immediately chose to act panicked and begged for mercy, "Don't hurt me please. I saw nothing." Their leader stepped forward and stared at Olive's small face. Her eyes were incomparably bright, whenever she glanced around, her eyes swayed. The man was struck by such dazzling eyes, and he had seen nothing of such prior. "Little beauty, we don't have to hurt you, you just have to please my brothers." Olive's slender eyelash trembled, and she said pitifully, "I don't want to die, please. As long as you don't hurt me, I'll definitely serve you all satisfactorily. Olive's soft and gentle pleas ignited the urge of consummation in the leader's body. He pounced on Olive and tried submerging her slender body under his. "Boss, you go first. We'll send this d**k to hell first. Then we'll all have a good time with her." One of the men suggested. Already manipulated by the desire, the leader followed the speech of advice, dropped his weapon on the floor and had reached out to pull the buttons of Olive's clothes. But in splits seconds, a small white hand had halted his hand. The man raised his head to meet Olive's bright eyes. The panics and weakness which were visible in her eyes had now disappeared. A cold look was now evident. "You.." The man made to speak, but Olive immediately kicked him on the loins. "F**k" The man man muttered and came crashing to the ground. "Boss!" The men had chorused in shock. The men were startled and wanted going to assist, but the man who had collapsed on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and he snatched the weapon from one of the men in black. The men then fell to the ground one by one almost in a split second. Olive sat up. She knew the man was only playing unconscious. Her eyes met with his. He had a pair of extremely narrow eyes, sharp as a falcon, and there were like two small abyss in the bottom of them. Anyone who looked at them was bound to be sucked in. "Master, we're late." The rescuers arrived and began to clean up in an orderly fashion. One of the men, probably his confidant, handed the man a clean patch of cloth. He wiped his hands elegantly, then walked towards olive with steady steps. His bony fingers clenched her small jaw. With squinted eyes, he look at her playfully. His voice was low and magnetic, "What do you think I'll do with you?" Olive was forced to look up at him. The man was tall and handsome. His aura was powerful and cold as the night. Although he had wiped his hands, she could still smell blood. She knew she had witnessed everything. And it would be difficult to get away. She knocked down the man's hand and uttered sternly, "I'm the bride who's about to marry into the Red Villa." The man raised his eyebrows. It was quite interesting. She's... his bride? "Aren't you from Los Angeles? You should know that the daughter of the Hart's family is the one to marry into the Red Villa." "Yes, I'm fully aware of that. And I am the bride. If something sinister happens to me, don't you think that'll be big trouble for you? Just let me go, I saw saw nothing, and would say nothing!" At this point, Olive really owed her stepmother, Monica, a vote of thanks, she thought sarcastically. Monica has sent the money which she used in taking the train to LA. However, it wasn't due to the fact that she loved Olive, but because the marriage was important to Monica. The marriage between the Hart's family and The Augustine's family (The Red Villa.) Was the biggest gossip in the whole of LA. Olive's words seem to have caught the man's attention. He stared at her with interest. Today, he was set up by a business opponent who wanted him dead. It was indeed an accident meeting this girl. Looking intensively at her, he estimated her age to be about twenty. Although her face was pale and her clothes, messy. Her eyes were clear and intelligent, and they Shone brightly. The man moved back and took his men away. Olive's fingertips slowly loosened. The man turned his head and spoke slowly in lips she could understand "I'll see you soon." ... Cambridge hotel and suites. The Hart's family's wedding was held today. In the bridal lounge, Gabriella Hart stared at her half-sister (they shared the same father), Olive and said, "Olive, your mother died when you were nine. You later pushed our grandfather down the stairs with your own hands. Hence, you were sent to the orphanage by dad. Now that you're back, I'm certain you know the reason. So you need to comply. Otherwise, you'll be sent back to the suburbs where you came from." She paused to take a breathe and added, " To the Hart's family, you're nothing more than a sacrificial lamb. So, you better behave like one." Olive twisted her lips and replied coldly, "Of course, I do understand. I have no time for this now. You can stop barking." Gabriella was too furious to talk back and stared at Olive's bright eyes. Her eyes were indeed stunning. You could tell she's a beauty simply from that pair of eyes. Gabriella went extremely jealous. She felt as though she should dig out her pair of eyes. 'She should be nothing but an ugly redneck!' "Olive, the time has come, we should move!" Patrick's deep voice sounded as he walked in with Monica and a group of guests. Chapter 2 The Newlywed Husband Monica was a popular actress in the entertainment industry when she was young. Even after having two daughters, she still took care of her body. Just like a beautiful charming young woman. She was a mistress, but her skills were extremely high. Not only did she successfully dethrone the real wife. She also moved herself to the position of Matriarch in the Hart's family. Monica had indeed made the wedding glamorous. Even Olive's wedding dress had been customized from Paris at a very huge cost. Everyone did praise her for a job well done. Olive pretended as though she was devoid of knowledge. She looked through the door expectantly, "Why isn't the groom here?" Immediately she was done speaking, Monica's expression changed greatly. Everyone stared at one another in awe. "Isn't she aware that she's about marrying an ill man?" questioning look showed on faces of the guests. Patrick stepped forward, his eyes a little guilty and dodgy, "Olive, the groom isn't feeling too well. So he can't come. But you'll meet him once we're done done here." An obedient smile arched on her lips, " Okay dad. I should be heading to meet him." Olive was led by Patrick into a luxury G-wagon which parked in the hotel's garage. She waved at him and he nodded in response, as the car sped off. They guests were sympathetic that she wasn't aware of her husband's condition. They all looked at Monica and began to whisper sarcastic words. Although Monica was quite stunning, she was a stepmother who made another woman's child marry a sick man. Monica cheeks fluttered in embarrassment. The wedding was originally under her control, but Olive had to ask such question in a bid to stymy her plans. Monica let it slide as she knew perfectly how to get back at her in the future. Olive arrived at the Red Villa and was ushered into her room. The lights were not turned on, thus it was pitch dark and the atmosphere was a bit cold. Olive's dark eyes shone in a gleam of vigilance. She walked over to the bed and saw a man lying on the big, soft bed. This must be her new husband! Olive reached out to give him a pulse, she stretched out her index finger towards him, but in the next second, her slender waist was clasped by few thin fingers. She felt as though the world was spinning, and before saying jack, he was already on top of her. Olive was galvanized. She was informed that her husband was a sick man. But the fingers that had just grabbed her waist were strong and clearly that of a healthy man. "Who is he?" Olive quickly bent her knees and pressed against his crotch. But the man was even faster. He easily dodged her attacks and bent his knees, causing her to be unable to move. He was quick, accurate and ruthless. "Who are you? Let me go!" Olive struggled hard as their bodies rubbed through the thin fabric. "The bride is enthusiastic, do you want to have sex?" A deep magnetic voice sounded. "..." Degenerate! Olive suddenly pondered on the possibility of the man in the room being her husband. The man's slender fingers had already landed on the zip of her dress, and was slowly unzipping it. Olive quickly grabbed his hands, "What are you doing?" "Just moan. Can you do that?" Moan? At this moment, Olive heard a sneaky voice form outside the room. It was a maid who was beckoning on the Old madam Samantha. "Madam, this isn't good. We had better go back..." " Shh."The old lady hushed angrily, "I'll listen with my ears, not with my eyes!" Olive wanted to see what was going on, but Elvis pressed her shoulder with one hand and pushed her back, "Hurry up and moan." Olive guessed that he needed to put up a show for the old lady and needed her cooperation. " I can't do that." Elvis stared at the girl beneath him. She's only twenty years old or odd, now showing a frown, and her eyes reserved and shy. Elvis two big hands came to her dress and pulled it off. Olive felt her skin turned cold, she wrapped her hands around her slim shoulders. However, although the man was thin, he had great strength. His bony fingers quickly penetrated her and felt obstructed. Elvis narrowed his eyes and asked, "Virgin?" Olive didn't answer, but used his slender snow-white arms to block him, trying to push him away. Elvis' eyes grew deeper, and he moved his fingers upward, pressing them on a place that was not enough to hurt her but could make her feel comfortable. Olive's face was extremely red. She wanted to run away, but the man's fingers had already started to rub, and her body instinctively let out a moan. She was extremely shy and instinctively covered her mouth. "Yes, that's it. Call it out loud." Elvis was satisfied and encouraged. With his voice, his hand movements became faster and faster... No, Olive could feel that it was not just fast, but also a wonderful sense of rhythm. He sometimes rushed, sometimes very gentle, and sometimes teased her in circles. Her groans kept rushing out of her mouth, one after another. No... please... I... this is too fast... "Uh... please... slow down..." Elvis propped his hands on her side, trapping her in his arms and initiating some extreme intimate movements. In such dark room, the big bed was rattled by him. "Continue to yell, or I'll be serious." He threatened in a low voice. Olive shivered. She didn't doubt his words one bit. So she closed her eyes and moaned as he ordered. Outside the room, old Mrs Samantha clasped her hands together and muttered, "Great, my grandson is neither gay nor incompetent. Creator bless me. I'm going to have a great-grandson!" Old Mrs Samantha danced happily and quickly left to say the rosary. Olive hastily reached out and pushed the man off her body. This time, Elvis was also cooperative and had let go of her. With a bang, he turned on the wall lamp. Olive sat up. She zipped her dress, covering her shiny shoulders and her delicate milk muscles. She raised her eyes and looked at the man. He had already gotten out of bed, his handsome face was revealed. The muscles on his face were carved perfectly. But Olive had no time to admire the man's beauty. Her eyes had widened in shock, "It's you!" He was the man on the train! He was her new husband! Olive knew she was going to marry a sick man, and had prepared for it. But she never thought that it would be him. She reminisced on how she yelled at him on the train. Plausibly saying that she was the bride who was marrying into the Red Villa. She was convinced that he must have been laughing inwardly while listening to her petty threats. Elvis's reddish lips cracked into a smile, "You recognized me. I did say we were gonna meet soon." There was some trace of playfulness in his eyes. He was informed by the butler that the Hart's family were giving up their abandoned daughter for marriage. All he cared about was to marry in order to please his grandmother. But he was still impressed that she happened to be the bride, especially after the incident on the train. Chapter 3 Squeeze Her Neck A knock was heard on the door, "Young master." Henry, the butler called from outside. "Come in." Elvis lightly raised his thin lips. Henry pushed open the door and walked in. "Young master, young mistress, anything you would like me to do?" Elvis stood beside the bed. He was wearing a simple white trousers with a black T-shirt. One could tell the fabric was expensive, which looked like a handmade version. They made him look tall and handsome, with a magnificent temperament. Elvis lowered his eyes and skillfully flipped the silver button on his shirt with his fingers. He glanced at Olive and said, "Do you wish to eat anything?" Olive heart tensed. The marriage was planned by the older generation of the four most powerful family in Los Angeles, The Augustines, The Blues, The Heavens and The Dominos. Elvis, the young master of the Augustine's family, ruled the country with the dominant place. He was the youngest and the most Handsome of business leaders. However, he stayed anonymous and no one knew what he truly looked like. The Red Villa was situated in a remote location. At first glance, one would think that they weren't a wealthy family. Monica's biggest wish was to marry both her daughters into the four major families in Los Angeles. With the news of the son of the Augustine's family being sick, Monica really wanted to go against the contract by not giving any of her daughter to the marriage. But Patrick Hart was a feudal and filial person and was unwilling to violate the marriage contract made by the older generation. Monica had then thought of Olive, so she brought her back as the bride. To Olive's prior understanding, the man she was being married to was nothing to write home about, but at this moment, she was puzzled. The man in front of her was arrogant and condescending. People could not help but worship. Olive wanted to say something, but at this moment, the man suddenly put both of his hands on the table. He narrowed his handsome eyes and groaned. The butler's expression became that of fright, he said hastily, "Young master, I'll call the doctor now!" Olive's bright eyes moved down. The hands that were propped up in the table were already bruising, like a sign of illness. Is he sick? Olive's eyes met his. He turned abruptly and said to the butler, "Get her out of here!" Olive knew that she couldn't leave at the moment. She had left the Hart's family for a purpose and needed to take hold of the identity as the bride of the Red Villa. Olive stared at Elvis fixedly, "You're sick, what is it? I know a little about medicines and acupuncture, I can treat you." " Get out!"Elvis growled. Not only did Olive not get away, she even walked closer to him, "I smell some precious medicinal herbs such as Lily Poria cocos, and gastrodia elata. If my guess is correct, you have insomnia." The butler stared at Olive in shock, " Young mistress, you..." Olive's eyes fell on Elvis's handsome face, "What's the extent of your sleep disorder? Once the sleep disorder progresses, it will seriously affect a person's mental state. You should rest and relax." The corners of Elvis's long and narrow eyes grew redder and gloomier. He reached out and grabbed Olive's neck…… Please download to continue reading Book ID【2810】 | LEARN_MORE | https://image.noveltells.net/landing-page/h5-556.h | Bounovel | https://www.facebook.com/100095467867530/ | 215 | 0 | 0 | 1969-12-31 18:00 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | 0 | Learn more | 0 | image.noveltells.net | IMAGE | In a conspiracy, she was taken back from the countryside to marry him instead of her sister. 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