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1,012,183	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-07 16:42	active	455	247437441712788	#1 Bestseller	“Wait, what are you doing here?” I blurt out.<br /> <br /> I’m shocked. Speechless. Frozen on the spot as I stare at this man and cannot believe my eyes.<br /> <br /> “I know, I’m sorry I didn’t reach out before the interview to warn you,” he says.<br /> <br /> “K.C.?”<br /> <br /> Kace Magnusson. I say the name over and over in my head, but the man standing before me, this gorgeous man clad in a finely tailored light gray suit… I’ve met him before. I just never knew him as Kace Magnusson, I knew him as K.C. I met him one night, about six years ago.<br /> <br /> By the stars, he’s just as attractive as I remember. Sandy blonde hair cut short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes. Square jawline and confident smirk. Broad shoulders and muscular legs that fill in his suit perfectly.<br /> <br /> Oh, God, I can’t believe this.<br /> <br /> “As soon as your résumé landed on my desk, courtesy of my friend Elias, I knew I had to call you in,” he says, standing in front of the windows while he waits for me to get my bearings. Which I’m struggling to do. “Again, I know, a little warning would’ve made this go a lot smoother, but I wasn’t sure you’d want to do the interview.”<br /> <br /> “Um… no, it’s… I need the job,” I manage.<br /> <br /> A cold sweat comes over me as I realize what I just said. My ego is already bruised but let that be a lesson. I need a few more deep breaths as I struggle to maintain eye contact. Kace’s gaze wanders up and down my figure, my curvy figure he knows intimately, as we both clearly remember.<br /> <br /> My cheeks burn hot. My heart is racing. I didn’t expect this. All I can do is offer a polite smile. “It’s good to see you again,” I say. “And thank you for inviting me here.”<br /> <br /> “It’s my pleasure, Amaya,” he says, then nods somewhere to my left. “These are my partners, Finn Bass and Elias Campbell.”<br /> <br /> Shoot, I didn’t even notice them.<br /> <br /> I slowly turn to find two more devastatingly handsome gentlemen sitting in a couple of guest chairs on the other side of the room. They’re big and brawny, just like Kace. Well built, former military, with broad shoulders and a steely vibe emanating from their eyes.<br /> <br /> Finn has light red hair and emerald eyes that seem to drill holes into my very soul, a smile testing the corner of his mouth. Elias, on the other hand, strikes me as the mysterious and brooding type with raven colored hair and equally dark eyes.<br /> <br /> Looking at the three of them together, the differing aspects of their personalities are easily noticeable simply from their choices of clothing and the way they move and interact with one another.<br /> <br /> “Hi,” I say softly. “Sorry. I’m Amaya. Thank you all for this opportunity.”<br /> <br /> “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Amaya,” Finn says as he stands up. He comes closer to shake my hand. The minute we touch, I feel a bolt of lightning shoot through me, all of my nerve-endings dancing within. “Kace says you two have met before.”<br /> <br /> “We did, yes,” I reply.<br /> <br /> I wonder if they know the details of how we met. I was a bartender. He was a patron at the bar, trying to drown away the pain of a devastating break-up. One old-fashioned cocktail led to another, and next thing I knew, K.C. was waiting for me at the end of my shift.<br /> <br /> I was instantly drawn to him, and he knew it. He played his cards just right. It was the best night I ever experienced in the company of a man. Our bodies were in perfect sync.<br /> <br /> But it was a one-time thing. He left early in the morning, long before I woke up. No number. No contact details whatsoever.<br /> <br /> It's why I never got the chance to tell him…<br /> <br /> “Is everything alright?” Kace asks me.<br /> <br /> I’ve been staring at him for a while without even realizing it, lost in thought. “Yes. Sorry. It’s just unexpected. Of all places.”<br /> <br /> “Let’s go into the executive lounge,” Elias says. “We’ll conduct the interview there.”<br /> <br /> “Don’t be nervous,” Finn chuckles softly. “You’ve already got a glowing recommendation from Mira.”<br /> <br /> “Thank you,” I mumble.<br /> <br /> Kace leads us out of his office and into the executive lounge, constantly stealing curious glances at me. I can’t read his mind, but I’m terrified that he can read mine.<br /> <br /> How do I play this? Do I tell him that our one-night stand resulted in the sweet five-year-old currently playing down the hall?<br /> <br /> “Oh, wow,” I hear myself gasp upon entering the executive lounge.<br /> <br /> It’s a huge room lined with authentic reclaimed wood planks from top to bottom, an abundance of natural sunlight coming through a dozen narrow windows. A large granite conference table sits in the middle, framed by leatherback swivel chairs. There’s coffee and sparkling water waiting for each of us. Upon noticing the beverages, my mouth suddenly feels dry, and I realize how thirsty I am.<br /> <br /> “Have a seat, make yourself comfortable,” Kace says, pulling out one of the chairs for me.<br /> <br /> “Thank you.”<br /> <br /> “I assume Mira has already told you that we’re not advertising the position just yet,” Kace states, and I nod once. “We’re hoping that if you fit the bill, we won’t have to.”<br /> <br /> “Let’s hope I can save you some advertising pennies, then,” I respond, remembering Mira’s words.<br /> <br /> Let’s also hope I’m able to keep my cool and professional demeanor, I think to myself. I’m interviewing for a job I desperately need with the father of my son who has no idea he has a kid, along with his business partners, for heaven’s sake. It was supposed to be a simple Monday, an exciting job interview. Not this complicated situation.<br /> <br /> But I can’t walk away from it, I need the money. Worst of all, the chemistry that Kace and I shared all those years ago is still there, every fiber in my body confirming that it burns brightly as ever.<br /> <br /> Over the span of an hour, I manage to answer their questions as best I can, given the awkward circumstances.<br /> <br /> These men are CEOs of three of the biggest fintech companies in the country, global competitors against major Chinese and European conglomerates. They’re huge players in the stock market, and they spin billions of dollars on a daily basis. They have thousands of employees and I imagine titanic bank accounts, sumptuous properties all over the world, and at least one private jet per capita. Yet they strike me as kind, warm, and easygoing men.<br /> <br /> They seem comfortable around one another. Mira told me they’ve known each other for years, and they served together as Navy SEALs. They were in the trenches before they retired from the service and built their companies in Silicon Valley. The Golden Sequoia Estate is their crowning achievement; their peace of mind. The fruit of years’ worth of labor and love.<br /> <br /> “The people who come here are all middle to top-level management executive types,” Kace tells me. “More and more of our upper echelon clients are bringing their executives over for team-building experiences at least once a week. They have everything they need here to do their jobs and to relax in an environment that is completely different from their offices.”<br /> <br /> “Our fitness and recreation center is the jewel of the estate,” Finn adds. “Top of the line equipment and some of the best trainers in the country. We’ve got celeb trainers coming in every other weekend for special training events. But our yoga section is in dire need of an instructor who understands the GS brand and knows how to apply it.”<br /> <br /> I nod once. “You need a yoga instructor who actually knows yoga and won’t waste your clients’ time with exaggerated amounts of namaste-type mindfulness,” I say. “A yoga instructor who focuses on the physical aspects of the practice and the fitness benefits without ignoring the value of meditation. It’s a fine line that most yogis don’t fully get.”<br /> <br /> “Exactly,” Kace laughs. “We’ve had a couple of instructors over the past year, but it just didn’t work out. One had a habit of burning sage and setting off the fire alarms. The other talked too much. A lot of people claim to be instructors and they’ve got the yoga pants to prove it, but when it comes to the actual practice, they fall short.”<br /> <br /> Elias leans forward, his dark gaze pinning me in my chair. My fingertips itch as I wonder what it would be like to touch that black, short stubble covering his chiseled jaw. “Our clients are tightly wound by the nature of their jobs. You’re not going to get them to sit in the downward dog position for too long, you’ll need a different approach.”<br /> <br /> “A proper program, yeah, that makes sense,” I say. “Well, first of all, I’d keep each session at a max of one hour, dividing that hour into thirty-five minutes of moderate intensity cardio-type poses, and fifteen minutes of mindful breathing and meditation. The first ten minutes of class will be for warmup and stretching. They will get all the benefits within a sixty-minute session without feeling like they wasted their time.”<br /> <br /> The more we talk about the yoga classes and what they hope to further achieve with this place, I realize how passionate these men are about making the retreat a true success, a place where people can feel at home away from home. It’s a fascinating thing to observe; rarely have I met people so devoted to every aspect of their lives as well as to one another. They seem to be perfectly in sync—not just in the fundamental views of life and business, but also in the way they speak to me, each of them making up one-third of a whole.<br /> <br /> As we talk, the more interested I become.<br /> <br /> I want this job.<br /> <br /> It started out as a chance to make things right for myself and Mikey after a disastrous relationship and a handful of wasted years. It is quickly becoming an opportunity to grow in my field, to develop a career I put on hold for the wrong reasons, and to evolve as a woman, as a mother, as a human being.<br /> <br /> “I think it’s fair to say you were right,” Kace says once the interview is concluded. “We don’t need to post a job advertisement.”<br /> <br /> “Really?” I reply, my eyes popping wide with excitement.<br /> <br /> “You seem to fit the bill better than we expected,” Finn says with a broad smile. “Consider it a three-month trial, but I reckon you’ll get the permanent position, Amaya. Your ethos is a match to ours.”<br /> <br /> “Oh, wow, thank you! I won’t let you down.”<br /> <br /> As I shake hands with all three of them, I try to keep my cool with each touch, ignoring the millions of tiny currents buzzing through me. This is great. This is the break I’ve been waiting for.<br /> <br /> “Elias and I have to go into another meeting now, but we’ll see you again next Monday, if you’re ready to start then,” Finn says.<br /> <br /> “Yes, it would be my pleasure.”<br /> <br /> “I’ll take you back to the reception desk,” Kace offers as Finn and Elias leave the executive lounge. I stare at him for the longest of seconds, then smile.<br /> <br /> “I’m okay. I know the way back, thank you.”<br /> <br /> He comes closer, the blue in his eyes glazed in sizzling shadows. I’m paralyzed, unable yet more likely unwilling to move as the scent of his cologne fills my nose. Mandarin blossoms and oriental spices tickle my senses, causing instant heat to pool between my legs. “You’re as beautiful as ever,” he says in a low voice.<br /> <br /> “Thanks, I guess.”<br /> <br /> “Let me escort you back to the reception desk,” he says again.<br /> <br /> “No, no, it’s fine. I know my way back,” I tell him.<br /> <br /> “Nonsense, allow me.”<br /> <br /> I relent. He leads. I follow.<br /> <br /> It’s a natural exchange of energies, his tapping into mine as I allow him to guide me back to the reception building. The magnetism between us—it’s so intense, so uncaring of how much time has passed since we last saw each other. It feels as though it was only last night that we were together, our bodies fused in sheer ecstasy, wrapped in the dark layers of the night. But it’s been six years. I can’t erase that.<br /> <br /> Once we reach the reception desk, and Tanya greets me with a smile, I’m suddenly reminded of my son. Kace’s son. Our son. Shoot. Too late.<br /> <br /> “Miss Nikos trusted us with her son during her interview,” Tanya politely informs her boss.<br /> <br /> Hearing that, Kace turns around, giving me an understandably confused look at the exact same time a retreat employee is approaching with Mikey from the daycare center.<br /> <br /> “Momma!” Mikey exclaims, lighting up like the sun as he rushes into my arms.<br /> <br /> “Hey, honey!” I giggle and let him hug me while the nice lady from daycare waves goodbye. “Did you have fun?”<br /> <br /> “Yeah, they have playdough!” my little man declares.<br /> <br /> “You have a son,” Kace says, a statement more than a question, unable to take his eyes off of Mikey.<br /> <br /> My heart is pounding. I’m terrified that he’s going to figure it out. How could he not? Mikey is the spitting image of Kace Magnusson. “Yeah,” I manage.<br /> <br /> “How old is he?” Kace asks.<br /> <br /> “Uh, four,” I lie and instantly feel terrible about it, but my brain is just trying to protect me.<br /> <br /> “I’m five!” Mikey corrects me. “Silly Momma!”<br /> <br /> I nervously laugh as I take my son’s hand. “They grow up so fast! Anyway, thank you so much for this job opportunity! I’ll see you all on Monday.”<br /> <br /> “Wait, Amaya, let me help—” Kace tries to join us, but I’m already bolting for the doors.<br /> <br /> “No, no, it’s cool, we can manage,” I shoot back. “Have a great week!”<br /> <br /> Mikey looks back at him. I can only imagine what’s going through Kace’s mind right about now, but I’ve already fumbled the ball once, and I can’t afford any further tension or issues at this point in time. My son’s paternity will have to wait. 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1,012,258	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-04-07 16:42	active	455	788357559490044		My first time hitting my life long goal deadlift of 700 (705) lbs back in April of 2021. Took me a solid minute to find this one, because I was doing the seated rows in the thumbnail, but I knew it had to be somewhere within the march april or may folders. I'm lucky I can sort the stuff by monthly folders, cause there are a shitload of files to back up my entire IG that was wrongfully deleted, but they at least rightfully gave me my files. It just took 6 months of existential misery and angst first. I weighed 228 here, and would later pull 705 again on kilo plates weighing 220. If I'm not mistaken, this was the 9th time having to work my way back from a 500 deadlift back to 600+. Setbacks include heroin relapses, injuries, going natty for a while (after serious nerve damage injury at the end of 2017, so I was natty for first 6 months of 2018), weight cuts, and having appendix removed. #nattydeadlift #700deadlift #deadlift #deadlifter #thisispowerlifting #powerlifting #powerliftingmotivation #deadliftmotivation @deadlifttillimdead @powerliftingmotivation #cantstopme #instagramcantstopme #comebackkid #recoveringaddict #ironaddict #320deadlift #320kgdeadlift #705 #705deadlift #lifetimegoaldeadlift #lifetimegoal #fuckcancelculture #cancelgram	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/wolfenstein_power	111916554858488	wolfenstein_power	https://www.instagram.com/_u/wolfenstein_power	0	1	744,079,787,094,911	2024-04-07 02:00	ig_ads_identity	eligible	NONE	0	1	1	Visit Instagram profile	wolfenstein_power	6588790667453	instagram.com	NONE	video		http://instagram.com/wolfenstein_power	2024-04-06 20:02	https://scontent-lax3-2.cdninstagram.com/v/t51.2885-19/375028145_3584074488532523_4532198118541196990_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s200x200&_nc_cat=103&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=3fd06f&_nc_ohc=CTpYdFPDSi0Ab6tXYXH&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-2.cdninstagram.com&oh=00_AfAm6Pn_2wMarftHLzmK4Db7u4etqPX3Ejp6kFsDCx1mOA&oe=6618D304	ig_ads_identity	1	Alex Wolfenstein Wolstencroft	https://scontent-lax3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/435314086_3685967691662238_5622600702344166262_n.jpg?_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=pK1xiY43u9UAb46fSpz&_nc_ht=scontent-lax3-1.xx&oh=00_AfDKswzmGBDGgZtXPiOXslnNnXFNCR1Zi67DXDh5lmdaqQ&oe=6618EC6B	3	wolfenstein_power	2024-04-06 02:00	View Edit Delete
1,011,711	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1011714}'	Yes	2024-04-07 16:42	active	455	2264042830470249	Only 3.6% of People know this method	Over the years, I realized that my vision was getting worse. Things I used to see clearly were now becoming blurry and strange.<br /> <br /> It was tough to accept this news. I felt unable to see the happy faces of my grandchildren or enjoy the beauty of a beautiful sunset. Sometimes, I felt sad and alone, thinking about the future without being able to see properly.<br /> <br /> But one day, a friend told me about a 7-second trick he learned from a very good eye doctor. I decided to give it a try. Every night, before going to bed, I did this trick.<br /> <br /> To my surprise, my vision started to improve! Things that I used to see blurry became clear again. It was as if a curtain had been lifted from my eyes.<br /> <br /> With time, my vision continued to improve, and I found myself free from the problem that had been tormenting me. I could see my grandchildren's smiles again and appreciate the world around me like never before.<br /> <br /> Now, when I look back, I remember how this trick changed my life. I am thankful every day for the chance I had to regain my vision.<br /> <br /> If you're also struggling to see properly, you might want to try this simple trick that helped me so much. Click the "watch now" button to find out how it can help you too.	WATCH_MORE	https://renewwellness.online/methodvision?utm_sour	198138710046835	Noah Smith	https://facebook.com/61554534676952	298	5	1,718,539,678,670,146	2024-04-07 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Watch more	Noah Smith	120210694956430427	renewwellness.online	NONE	video		https://renewwellness.online/methodvision?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium={{adset.name}}&utm_campaign={{campaign.name}}&utm_term={{placement}}&utm_content={{ad.name}}&cmc_adid=fb_{{ad.id}}	2024-04-05 17:07	https://scontent-mia3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/435925143_955053573014202_2479397500190613021_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=EZ9MQ6REkYYAb53aIxJ&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-2.xx&oh=00_AfAM8VQZLsZdaokMdPdYXkMS_o_EWZR4R3IzUWhejqhqAg&oe=6618D77E	person_profile	0	Noah Smith	https://scontent-mia3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/436013401_1836669410131888_113012420096010444_n.jpg?_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=OB8K7SX2Q3oAb5XV8sj&_nc_ht=scontent-mia3-1.xx&oh=00_AfCMieAgl1IcOq-vL2EXfQm2uEtsSuFsshbpEu5IcYQfwQ&oe=6618E709	3	Noah Smith	2024-04-07 02:00	View Edit Delete
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1,011,443	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1011251}'	Yes	2024-04-07 16:42	active	455	1702340206958388	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	Just had a sexual fantasy with my boss. I stand on legs that are just as shaky as he said they’d be. My throat hurts from moaning and I’m sore as all get-out. As I stand, my phone clatters to the floor.<br /> I reach down to pick it up—<br /> And freeze in horror.<br /> Ruslan’s name is lighting up my screen.<br /> And the call is active.<br /> For seven minutes and thirty-two seconds, I’ve been masturbating to the absolute filthiest fantasy I’ve ever had, starring Ruslan Oryolov.<br /> _________________<br /> EMMA<br /> "Do I have your full attention, Ms. Carson?"<br /> I gulp and refocus on my boss. Ruslan Oryolov is glowering—not because I've done anything wrong, but just because that's how he always looks at me.<br /> Actually, that's how he always looks at everyone. I'm pretty sure he's that unfortunate case you always hear moms telling their kids about: he made a sour face once upon a time and it just got stuck like that.<br /> To be fair, this time, he has good reason. He's actually caught me in the middle of a somewhat shockingly violent fantasy about stapling his beautiful lips together with the stapler on his desk and then yeeting him out of his gorgeous thirtieth-story office window.<br /> He'd deserve it. And he only has himself to blame.<br /> Because I am all-caps EXHAUSTED from tending to his every whim today.<br /> I arrived at the office at the buttcrack of dawn this morning. I haven't had more than ten consecutive seconds to myself all day long. And only now, with the clock nearing 9:00 P.M., am I getting anywhere close to the end of this workday from inferno.<br /> Without an IV drip of quad espressos, I would be dust in the wind.<br /> But even with my caffeine addiction, I feel frazzled inside and out. In my head, I'm cursing my past self for being dumb enough to buy these heels half a size too small just because they were on sale. The arches of my feet are ready to commit war crimes in order to be freed.<br /> Ruslan, on the other hand, looks as polished as ever. It's actually offensive how good he looks, despite working like a machine for every bit as long as I have today. His suit is impeccable, as is his dark five o'clock shadow, and the intensity in his scorching amber eyes hasn't dimmed one solitary notch.<br /> "Ms. Carson. I asked you a question."<br /> "Uh, yes," I stammer. "Yes, you have my attention." I glance down at my notepad. "Litigation release needs to go to Mark Vanderberg in Legal first thing in the morning. New chairs have been requested for the boardroom on Floor Seventeen and I will check on delivery dates. I'm moving your 2:00 P.M. to your 11:30, moving your 11:30 to your 7:15, moving your 7:15 to next Thursday, and I'm telling next Thursday's meeting to—and I quote—'go to die.' Did I miss anything?"<br /> Ruslan arches one unfairly gorgeous brow. Seriously—if I could transplant those bad boys onto my own face, I really might. They're dark and expressive and communicate half of his threats without a single word. "I detect a tone."<br /> I keep my own face perfectly neutral. "No, sir. No tone. You specifically requested 'no snark' after the lunch salad debacle last month. I wouldn't forget."<br /> "Hm."<br /> Like his eyebrow, one solitary, not-even-a-word syllable from the infamous Mr. Oryolov, CEO of Bane Corporation, is enough to make grown men dissolve into tears.<br /> I've seen it with my own two eyes. Literally. When I first started here, one of the microchip suppliers that Bane uses for our flagship home security product came in for a meeting and tried to negotiate higher prices. At the end of the idiot's hardball pitch, Ruslan simply lofted an eyebrow and said, "Hm." The man started shaking so badly they had to take him out of the conference room in a wheely chair like it was an ambulance gurney.<br /> He's not the only one. Lord knows Ruslan has brought me to the verge of tears and beyond plenty of times in the eighteen months I've been working for him.<br /> Everyone warned me before I took the job that it wouldn't be easy. His last three personal assistants lasted six, four, and zero-point-five months, respectively, before running screaming for the hills. There's a rumor that one of them is still checked into in-patient therapy somewhere up in Vermont.<br /> Suffice it to say, everyone was right. Life under Ruslan Oryolov's scrutiny is not easy. It starts early and ends late. It's harsh. Fast-paced. He doesn't say "please" and he doesn't know the meaning of "thank you."<br /> But I've stuck around for one reason and one reason only: I have to.<br /> That's not quite the whole truth, actually. I stuck around for three reasons. And their names are Josh, Caroline, and Reagan.<br /> I glance down and look at the lock screen of my phone where it rests in my lap. Three smiling faces stare back at me. Five-year-old Reagan just lost her front tooth and the little goober has her tongue sticking out through the gap. Caroline is only six, but she's already practicing her "smizing" and chin-tucked selfie poses. She's going to break so many boys' hearts as soon as I let her get an Instagram account. Josh, at eight, is the oldest—but you'd think by looking at him that he's a decade older than that, even. It's something in his eyes. A hauntedness. A chill. A stony sense of responsibility that doesn't belong on a boy who's too young to grow armpit hair.<br /> Losing your mom will do that to you.<br /> I would know—sort of—because losing my sister has certainly done it to me.<br /> I do the math in my head quickly. It's March 9th right now and Sienna died in September three years ago. So that's three years, six months, and four days since I last hugged her or heard her laugh.<br /> Three years, six months, and four days since I went from Auntie to Momma in the blink of an eye.<br /> Three years, six months, and four days since my life changed forever.<br /> Ruslan stands and shoots his cuffs. It's effortless, just like everything else he does. You'd be forgiven for thinking he's a model for GQ. He cracks his knuckles, then his neck, watching me the whole time.<br /> I sit in my chair and focus on my breathing.<br /> Eighteen months is long enough that I thought my infatuation would have worn off by now. I'd have thought wrong, though. If anything, he's even more beautiful than he was the day I first walked in.<br /> I still remember how that went. I rounded the corner and stopped, dumbstruck and drooling like a lunatic. This man ran the biggest home security enterprise in the world? Were we sure he wasn't a Hollywood body double?<br /> For his part, Ruslan took one look in my direction before asking, "Are you going to make my life easier or harder, Ms. Carson? If it's the latter, don't even bother setting your stuff down; just turn back while you still can."<br /> That pretty much set the tone for our working relationship.<br /> "I'm leaving," Ruslan announces back in the present moment. "Make sure the folders are set out for the department head meeting in the morning." He rounds the desk and strides toward me. My heart quickens when he gets close enough for me to smell his cologne. Today's is woodsy. Smoky. Crisp.<br /> "Yes, sir," I croak quietly.<br /> "Oh," he adds, "I also need my tuxedo brought to the penthouse on 48th. Tonight."<br /> "Tonight?" I balk. "But I have to—"<br /> He's already gone. Swishing out the door without bothering to look back. The only thing left behind is the trailing tendrils of his cologne.<br /> * * <br /> An hour later, I am the walking dead. Every nerve ending in my feet is on fire. I trekked my booty across town to Ruslan's tailor, picked up his tuxedo, and trekked back to Midtown to his penthouse.<br /> When the elevators let me out directly into his foyer, I release a sigh. One final task on this Tuesday custom-designed by Satan.<br /> Not that tomorrow will be any different.<br /> My shoes clack as I walk down the marble flooring and emerge into the living room. It's floor-to-ceiling glass windows on three sides, so I can see the entire city wrapped around me, bejeweled and glistening in the night. The furniture and finishes are every bit as gorgeous as the man who owns this place—and every bit as brutal. It's all black matte and sharp edges. Grotesque modern contorted sculptures in the corners. Grotesque modern contorted paintings on the walls.<br /> I once looked up the price he paid for this place and almost threw up in my mouth. It had a few too many zeroes for my comfort level. The most sickening part of all is that he comes here once a month at most, usually with one of his many actress/influencer/model dates on his arm. It's pretty much just the world's most expensive f.uckpad.<br /> I drape the suit over the back of his black suede couch. It's weird being here, in Ruslan's personal space. It smells mostly like cleaning product, but I swear, every time I turn around, I catch just a whiff of that cologne again.<br /> It's making my head swim.<br /> I want so badly to curl up on the suede couch and sleep for the rest of my life. But I have to keep moving. People are counting on me. Three little ones in particular.<br /> So sleep is off the list. My next thought is how nice it would be to get some kind of petty vengeance against the bosshole from inferno for the wringer he's put me through today.<br /> My sister wouldn't have hesitated for a second.<br /> * <br /> "Sienna, don't you dare pee on his car!"<br /> But my sister was already clambering up on the hood in her way-too-short, way-too-pink nightclub dress, cackling like a madwoman. I was mortified. Her laugh was infamous across campus, so I had no doubt that someone was going to recognize it, open their dorm window, and look out in the East Campus parking lot to see the Carson sisters up to no good, as per usual.<br /> Correction: Sienna was the one who was always up to no good. I was the one who was always trying to rein her in. Not that it helped; Sienna did what she wanted.<br /> Always had. Always would.<br /> And when she saw my dirty, rotten, cheating ex's car gleaming in the primo parking spot, it sparked an idea that she absolutely refused to ignore.<br /> Which is how I ended up holding her hand for balance as she squatted on Tommy's Range Rover and let loose.<br /> I can't say he didn't deserve it; this just wouldn't have been my preferred method of vengeance. "Screw that," Sienna said when I told her that living well was the best form of revenge. "Don't get even; get ahead. That's my motto."<br /> When she had relieved herself of a long night's worth of cranberry vodkas, I helped her back down to the asphalt. "You're insane," I informed her. "Absolutely clinical."<br /> "And yet you love me. What does that say about you?"<br /> "Nothing good," I muttered.<br /> "Shut up. Say it. Say you love me." She made kissy faces at me and, when I refused, she tickled me in the spot under my ribs that I'd hated since we were little.<br /> "Fine! Fine! I love you!" I shrieked.<br /> Only then did she relent.<br /> "Good. I love you, too, Em. You're the stars to my moon. Never forget that."<br /> Then, just for good measure, she mooned me. We laughed—her laugh and mine, two sides of the same coin, filtering up and out into the night beyond.<br /> I never imagined a life without her. I never thought I'd have to.<br /> * *<br /> I'm not Sienna; I'm not going to pee on Ruslan's fifty-thousand dollar couch. And, as of three years, six months, and four days ago, she's not here to do it for me.<br /> With a sigh, I turn and slump out.<br /> It's a long subway ride from gleaming Midtown to my dirty, cramped apartment building in H.ell's Kitchen. When I get there, it's a long walk up the four flights of stairs because, of course, the elevator is broken yet again. I'm almost literally sexually aroused at the prospect of a REM cycle—but when I open the door, I realize with a molar-grinding horror that sleep is a long way away.<br /> My apartment is an absolute disaster.<br /> spirits bottles are scattered everywhere. The kids' clothes are mildewing in the wash. The kitchen sink is stacked high with dirty plates.<br /> I don't have to look far to find the culprit. Ben, my sister's widower, is passed out in the corner armchair. A half-finished smoking dangles from between his fingertips and the other hand is clutching the dregs of a lukewarm Bud Light. I march over and pluck both from him, stubbing the smoking out in the ashtray and hurling the spirits into the recycling bin. He startles for a second before sinking right back into an open-mouthed snore.<br /> Ben. The bane of my existence, no pun intended. There's a reason he's not on the lock screen of my phone. A reason I try not to think about him whenever I can help it.<br /> He took Sienna's death hard. That's no surprise; we all did. When someone is that bright of a personality, it's hard not to feel like you're living in the shadows once they're gone.<br /> But the kids and I have soldiered on, no matter how much it hurts.<br /> Ben, on the other hand, is wallowing in the mud. He was fired from his job, so now, all he does is drink and smoke and mutter to himself around the clock—which he does here, since he couldn't afford the mortgage on their house with no income. When he deigns to parent his own children, he does it like a fairytale ogre, all spit-flecked bellowing and flying off the handle at the least little thing. He made Reagan cry the other day because her scrunchie snapped while he was trying to do a ponytail for her. As if that was her fault.<br /> I keep telling myself to have grace. He's going through a dark time. He'll come out of it.<br /> At least, I hope he will. Truth is, I was never a huge fan of his in the first place. I found ways to tolerate him for Sienna's sake, because there's nothing I wouldn't have done for my sister.<br /> Without her, though... it's harder.<br /> I shake my head. It's not good to let myself dwell on these ruts. Nothing good will come of wondering why this is the hand I've been dealt. I just have to do the work. Silently and unthanked, sure. But the world isn't built to be kind to people like me.<br /> So I drop my purse, roll up my sleeves, and do what I can to make it kind to people like Josh, Caroline, and Reagan.<br /> spirits bottles go in the trash. Clothes go in the dryer. Dishes get scrubbed and toweled and put back in the cabinets, and little by little, the mess dwindles. In the corner, the clock hand ticks past 1:00 AM. I need to be back at Bane by quarter to six. With crosstown traffic, that means I'm looking at three hours of sleep max before I have to be up and running again.<br /> By the time I finish, 1:00 AM has become 2:30. I zombie-walk my way down the hall. My room beckons, but before I can succumb to sleep, I have to check on the littles.<br /> The girls' room is the first one on the right. I open the door and peek in.<br /> Caroline is asleep on the top bunk. Her hand is dangling down, so I tiptoe across the thrifted pink shag rug and tuck it back up on the mattress so the monsters won't get it. I pause and listen, but her breathing is practically imperceptible when she's K.O.'d. The first night I had her under my roof, I was terrified that she'd died in my care.<br /> When I'm satisfied she's comfortable, I crouch down to peer at Reagan. Her hair has fallen over her eyes. I smooth it away. Unlike Caroline, she's a snorer. She's got a real honk-shoo-honk-shoo-mimimi pattern to her sleep breathing, like one of Snow White's dwarves. My little angel. Those cherry apple cheeks are so pinchable. Just like Sienna's.<br /> I wonder if Rae even remembers her mom. She was so young when we lost her.<br /> I retreat back out into the hall and pull the door shut silently behind me. Then I step down and slowly push open Josh's.<br /> I frown. His bed is empty, the sheets smoothed over and tucked in neatly at the edges. He does that himself every morning without fail, though no one has ever actually asked him to, as far as I'm aware. But if he's not in bed, where is...?<br /> Ah. I glance over to see him with his face pressed against the desk. He's out cold, his hands still fiddling with something in his lap. I'm confused about what it is until I walk over and pull the bundle out from under him.<br /> When I do, my heart breaks.<br /> It's his basketball shoes. They were in rough shape when we got them from the thrift store, but now, they're straight-up ruined. There are gaping holes on either sole, with wads of paper towels and duct tape fashioned into some kind of stopgap. He must've been trying to fix the damage when he fell asleep.<br /> A tear leaks down my cheek. Since he came to me, he's never done one single, solitary thing for himself. Everything he does is for his sisters. He makes Reagan eat her vegetables and he helps Caroline paint her nails. He does his chores and theirs. He checks their homework. He's eight years old and he's the last thing holding this broken family together.<br /> So when he shyly admitted to me that he wanted to play basketball this year, I wanted so badly to make that happen for him.<br /> But the money just couldn't work.<br /> Ruslan pays me well, but New York City is expensive and New York City with three growing children (plus one adult-sized baby drinking all the spirits) is even more expensive than that. Money just seems to disappear, leaking out through a million different holes. Clothes for school, utilities, rent, and this and that and the other.<br /> Here one second. Gone the next.<br /> Josh knows that. I don't even have to ask to guess that's why he was trying to fix his shoes himself instead of asking me to buy him a new pair.<br /> I sink to the floor with my back against the wall and burst into tears. I do it silently because I don't want to wake him, but the sobs come from somewhere deep, deep down.<br /> I hate how ashamed I am of these tears. Why should I be? If anyone has a reason to cry, it's me. My boss is an arrogant prick and my sister is dead and her husband is more of a burden than a help and I have three innocent kids I'm doing my best to raise right but I can't seem to catch a break and I need sleep and food and more coffee and a vacation and a fresh start and—the list just goes on. One reason for each of my thousand tears.<br /> It's only when they start to dry up that I force myself to think optimistically. What would Sienna say? I wonder.She can't answer, of course, but I have some guesses.<br /> Things will get better. They have to.<br /> They sure ccan't get any worse.<br /> EMMA<br /> "Auntie Em! Auntie Em, wake up."<br /> I come to with a start. The sun is slanting in through the blinds and I have absolutely no freaking idea what planet I'm on. I feel a sharp line of pain on my cheek. It takes me a long moment to realize that it's because I have a shoelace plastered to my skin. I peel it off with a wince and look up to see Josh standing over me.<br /> "Auntie Em, it's 7:45. We're late for school."<br /> I leap to my feet—and promptly fall right back, because my legs are completely numb from sleeping in such a weird fetal position, curled up at the foot of Josh's desk like a dead cockroach.<br /> The next fifteen minutes are a blur. I get the girls up and dressed in the least coordinated outfits in the history of parenting. I hurl random food into their lunchboxes with no regard for nutritional value. And then we're all sprinting out the door.<br /> Ben, needless to say, doesn't so much as lift a finger to help.<br /> I get the evil eye from the receptionist at the kids' school when I drop them off well into first period, but she can shove her judgment up her hip. I just pop a peck on each of their foreheads and then turn to haul to Bane.<br /> I get another evil eye from the lobby receptionist there, too, but I don't quite realize why until I'm in the elevator up to the thirtieth floor and I catch sight of my reflection in the polished bronze.<br /> I look like an absolute bad show. My hair is a rat's nest on my head and my blouse is on backwards. The fashionable one-shoulder cutout is framing my frayed bra strap instead of a tasteful slice of arm.<br /> Wet street dogs are more put-together than I am.<br /> It's way too late to go back now, though. I can already imagine Ruslan's eyebrow. It's probably halfway up his scalp by now. His voice is going to be absolutely frigid when he hears me come stumbling in. Something like:<br /> "You have got to be kidding me."<br /> Wait. That wasn't my imagination. That was actually his voice.<br /> I open my eyes and turn around to realize that the elevator doors have opened—and who should be standing there but my beloved, benevolent boss?<br /> Sure enough, his eyebrow is locked and loaded and that cruelly sharp jaw of his clenched so tight that I wonder idly if he has a good dentist on speed dial.<br /> I open my mouth to defend myself, but what is there even to say? "I'm sorry," I blurt. "I fell asleep after—It was a long night and—I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."<br /> He doesn't so much as blink. "I expect you to dress appropriately for your job, Ms. Carson," he growls. "Not do the walk of shame through my building."<br /> I frown. "The walk of—? Hold on. No, that's not what this is. I didn't—"<br /> "You're wearing yesterday's skirt and flaunting your undergarments like you think you can seduce your way out of being—" He checks his watch. "—two and a half hours late. I'm not sure if you think I'm stupid or easy. I'm also not sure which of those two would offend me more."<br /> One word snags my attention. "Seduce?" I parrot stupidly.<br /> Out of nowhere, thoughts of what it would look like to seduce Ruslan Oryolov come prancing through my head.<br /> Wrapping his tie around my fist and bringing that smirking snarl down to my lips for a taste.<br /> Lying back on his desk, pencil skirt hiked above my hips, while he shoves my panties to the side and devours me like his last meal.<br /> On my knees on his office carpet as he stands over me and—<br /> "Ms. Carson, I'm not interested in your explanations. Go do your job. Before I find someone else to do it for you."<br /> With that, he brushes past me and gets on the elevator. I turn and look dumbly at him as the doors close on his face. The last thing I see is the arrogant slant of his mouth.<br /> Then that, too, disappears.<br /> My cheeks are burning red for the rest of the day. Luckily, I have an extra cardigan at my desk, so I'm able to cover up the worst of my wardrobe malfunction.<br /> But my phone keeps pinging all day long with messages from Ruslan. Do this. Send that. Fax this. Email that. He's as unbearable as ever. Everything from the expiration date on his coffee creamer to the status of the conference room chairs he's so anal about merits yet another scathing comment from him. And after yesterday's nightmare, I'm running on fumes.<br /> My only saving grace is that he has a gala tonight, so he's scheduled to leave the office at 5:00 P.M. sharp. I'm counting down the last ten seconds until the clock strikes five like I'm a Times Square partier on New Year's Eve.<br /> "Seven... Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... One..."<br /> Ping. Another text. I moan and look down to see the devil's name pop up on my phone.<br /> RUSLAN: My office. Now.<br /> Goddammit. I was so close.<br /> Sighing, I get up and slink inside.<br /> "Shut the door," he orders. It's dark in here. The curtains are sealed tight and the temperature is Arctic. He's a mass of shadows behind his desk, huge and fragrant. The only thing I can see is the sharp light of his amber eyes.<br /> "Sit." A shadowy hand points at the chair across from his desk.<br /> I perch at the edge of the seat in question. My nerves are buzzing and frayed. I'm so, so tired. But I can't show him that. Matter of fact, I refuse to show him that.<br /> I won't give the smug prick the satisfaction of thinking he's outlasted me.<br /> "I asked you yesterday if I had your full attention," he begins. "I'm not so sure I do. So let me say this: if your priorities lie anywhere other than this company, then I will find a new assistant. I'm not a nice man, Ms. Carson. So believe me when I tell you that this is not the kind of place where you get three strikes before something bad happens. You mess up once—you're gone. Am I making myself clear?"<br /> I swallow. "Yes, sir."<br /> He nods. "Good. Be here on time tomorrow. Dress like you intend to keep your job. Now, if you'll excuse me... there's the door."<br /> He looks down at his phone and poof, it's like I don't exist anymore.<br /> But I. Am. Pissed.<br /> He doesn't know what I'm going through. He doesn't know Ben is snoring and farting in my living room, or that three little kids are waiting on me to pick them up from after-school care. He doesn't know that I buried my sister or that I'm barely keeping my head above water. He doesn't know anything.<br /> "No." I blurt it before I can think better of it. "No. No. I'm not some little worm under your shoe, Mr. Oryolov. I'm a—I mean. I'm a person! I have a life and hobbies and people who depend on me. I'm real! So I'd appreciate it very much if you'd pull your smug head out of your smug prick and treat me with some respect for once."<br /> Ruslan blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> Blinks.<br /> "Is there something else, Ms. Carson?"<br /> That's when I realize that my whole little tirade took place entirely in my head. It wasn't real. All imagined. Just a pleasant little detour to a fantasy land where I give him my two cents and then some.<br /> I swallow past the nasty taste in my throat and stand. "No, sir," I say quietly. "Nothing at all."	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1,011,473	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1011138}'	No	2024-04-07 16:42	active	455	3563784567283909	🔥🔥 Click to Read 👉🏻👉🏻	“I, Prince Miles, reject you as my mate because I don’t want a blind omega for a mate. And I’m assuming that you’re also hideous with the cloak that’s on your face.”<br /> I felt something snap inside my heart. It feels so excruciatingly painful.<br /> But my mate left without any remorse.<br /> At that moment, I truly felt that I had nothing left in this world.<br /> ————————<br /> KEILAH <br /> The Blind Princess of Belmont—everybody has heard rumors about this mysterious woman, but nobody outside of the castle has ever seen her existence. <br /> Keilah Lunette Lockhart—the name that no one has ever heard about. Hidden deep within the castle grounds, I have been isolated all my life after the death of my parents. <br /> Today marks the day that all of the members of the royal family gather in the main castle because of the rumored engagement of the precious princess and my cousin—Isabelle Diane Lockhart. <br /> I stood in front of the back door and shook my hands in nervousness. I was about to head in when I heard my aunt Grace speak. <br /> “She’s not going to come, is she?” Queen Grace chuckled as she took a sip of her tea. <br /> “Most definitely not,” Princess Sofia said. “She has some guts to show her monstrous face here on the day that Prince Enzo arrives.” <br /> “She definitely shouldn’t come if she doesn’t want to be the laughingstock of the event,” Prince Finn added, causing the table of royals to burst into laughter. <br /> I cast my head to the ground and pursed my lips together. They're talking about me again, huh? <br /> I heard the main door open, followed by the sound of the King's voice. <br /> “What’s with all the laughter when I’m still not around?” King Leo entered the room and smoothly interrupted their conversation. <br /> “It’s nothing,” Queen Grace, his wife, said. “We’re just talking about a nobody.” <br /> “Well, you better settle down. Isabelle is about to come down any minute now.” <br /> Princess Evelyn clapped her hands in excitement. “I can’t wait! She’s going to be so beautiful.” <br /> Grace boastfully smiled. “When has my daughter ever been ugly?"<br /> I heard the sound of the door opening once more and inferred that Princess Isabelle had entered the room. Everybody beamed at her arrival, and she was immediately greeted with a warm welcome as she sat down. <br /> “You look beautiful, my darling,” Grace exclaimed. “You’re going to capture Prince Enzo’s heart in an instant.” <br /> “I hope so, mom. It’s been nerve-wracking ever since the news came out,” Isabelle gracefully responded. <br /> Grace chuckled in reassurance. “You don’t have to worry about anything.” <br /> “That’s right,” Violet chimed in. “You’re perfect, Isabelle.” <br /> This is probably a good time to come in, right? <br /> I didn't think about it any further and twisted the doorknob open, silently entering the room. <br /> I thought that I went in discretely, but when the room turned silent, I knew that they had noticed my presence. I stood there for a while, just internalizing everything that was happening. <br /> “I can’t believe she actually came,” Nolan sneered. <br /> “Such a thick face she has,” Violet added. <br /> There are some times when my blindness becomes convenient, and this is one of those situations. <br /> At this moment, I couldn’t see the hateful gazes being thrown my way. However, I sure can feel them. <br /> I bowed my head and still decided to greet them despite their hostility. <br /> “Good morning, everyone. I had come to congratulate Isabelle on her engagement,” I smiled, although it couldn’t be seen through the sheer cloak. <br /> “I’m surprised you even heard about the news,” Nolan chimed. “You were about to rot in your cottage from hiding away from us.” <br /> I looked down to the ground and muttered a small apology. I didn't want to hide away from the cottage, but whenever I came here, I always came home with a new bruise and a broken heart. <br /> “Is there a seat for me?” I asked, quickly changing the topic. <br /> My other relatives stayed silent, but Isabelle, the only relative I considered a genuine person, held onto my hand and led me to one of the seats. <br /> “You may leave, Weston,” Isabelle said to my helper, who trudged behind me. <br /> Weston was hesitant to leave the room, but I held onto his hand and nodded my head. <br /> "You can leave. I'll see you back in the house." <br /> “I’ll be right outside, princess,” Weston bows before leaving the room. <br /> I thanked Isabelle as I sat down on the chairs. I didn't know much about the prince that Isabelle was supposed to marry, but I heard that he's quite handsome and famous. I silently waited for his arrival in my seat, but it seemed like my relatives had other plans. <br /> “Isn’t it amazing?” Violet exclaimed. “Isabelle was actually chosen by Prince Enzo—the hottest Alpha of today’s era! I heard he has really high standards, so Isabelle must be something great for him to choose her.” <br /> Isabelle hummed while I fondly listened. However, my smile quickly dropped when I heard my aunt Grace’s next words. <br /> “Of course. What do you expect? My dearest daughter is also an Alpha. An Alpha is fit for an Alpha. Not a lowly omega,” she sneered. <br /> I knew that the queen was talking about me because nobody else in the room was an omega. <br /> “Well, a Lockhart must at least be a Beta. I don’t even know how a royal princess could be an omega, and she actually thinks that she’d be worthy to meet the prince. I feel like she has an inner agenda of wanting to capture the prince’s heart,” Sofia added. <br /> They weren’t throwing any names, but I already knew. <br /> That’s how it has always been. Werewolves were segregated into three separate groups—the Alphas, the strongest of the pack. They are naturally strong, attractive, and a rare part of the population. Once you’re born an Alpha, you’re practically at the top. <br /> Next, the Betas, the ones who make up most of the population. They can be dispatched in any kind of job, and are great followers. They aren’t as strong and attractive as Alphas, but they are accepted within society since they’re deemed as the most “normal.” <br /> And lastly, the omegas—the weakest and the most vulnerable ones. They don’t have any innate abilities, and for most people, they exist for one reason only—for breeding. It’s not like an omega can hide their identity, too, since they emit a sweeter scent than others. However, now that the times have changed, some people are becoming more open to accepting omegas as an equal part of society. <br /> Yet it seems like the Lockhart family still hasn’t gotten past that belief. <br /> They still hate omegas. <br /> They still hate me. <br /> “How could she?” Evelyn scoffed. “With her face, I’m afraid the prince is only going to run away.” <br /> It only became worse as the whole table burst into laughter. Isabelle gently held onto my hand and was about to speak, when the door suddenly opened, and a servant came in. <br /> “Greetings, the royal family. I have come here to present the coming of Prince Enzo Alexios Wilde of the Elixir kingdom!” <br /> I couldn't hear the servant's words since my heart was beating too loud inside my chest. I thought I had gotten used to my relatives' hurtful words, but after hearing them talk so lowly of me, I knew that I wasn't welcomed around. <br /> So, along with the opening of the door, I stood up from my seat. I didn't even care about meeting the prince at this point. I just wanted to go home. I started walking out of the door, hoping no one would notice me. <br /> However, with my impaired vision and the tears pooling in my eyes, I couldn’t make a smooth exit. <br /> And before I even knew it, I had already bumped into a warm, firm chest. I immediately felt him wrap his arms around my body, catching me before I fall. Being in this person's arms felt comforting, but that feeling immediately went away when the royal family gasped. <br /> “Prince Enzo!”<br /> -<br /> ENZO<br /> And before I even knew it, the mysterious woman was already being pushed away from me. <br /> I dusted my clothes off to get rid of the sweet scent, but it only spread through the cloth. My frown deepened as I was engulfed by her scent. <br /> “Servant!” Queen Grace shouted in rage. “I am so sorry, Prince Enzo,” she bowed her head. “Our servant disrespected you the moment you came in. Do not worry. We will punish her as soon as possible.” <br /> “It’s alright,” I brushed it off, trying to keep it cool. “You do not have to punish her. But, I would appreciate an apology coming from the servant.” <br /> I didn't know the exact reason why, but I somehow wanted to see the face hiding behind the mysterious woman’s cloak. <br /> “Such a kind man you are,” Queen Grace smiled. “Indeed, a perfect match for my daughter, Isabelle.” <br /> I merely smiled and turned my attention back to the woman, who was still sitting on the ground. <br /> “Well, what are you waiting for?” Grace exclaimed in a harsh tone. “Apologize to the prince.” <br /> She cast her head down and muttered a small apology. <br /> My eyebrows raised in surprise as I heard her voice. It was soft and light—like she seemed kind. However, I quickly shook my head to get rid of such thoughts. <br /> This woman is still an omega, no matter how kind she may sound. At the end of the day, that is what omegas are most known as—weak and pretentious. <br /> “I don’t accept your apology,” I said in a cold voice. “How could you apologize to a prince with your face covered with a cloak?” <br /> The servant froze. <br /> “Remove your cloak, then apologize to me, servant.”<br /> -<br /> KEILAH <br /> I felt my mind blanking out. <br /> My cloak? <br /> The only thing shielding me away from this cruel world?<br /> There is no way on Earth that I'm going to remove my cloak—not even in the presence of a high and mighty prince. <br /> I felt his footsteps coming my way, so I acted fast and rose to my feet. I didn't even bother to bow and bid farewell to the prince. I just ran away from the scene, ignoring the calls of my relatives and the guards. <br /> I had already memorized the interior of this mansion ever since I was young, so I didn't have any problem with running away. <br /> I can already imagine the looks on my relatives' faces, but right now, I couldn't afford to be seen. <br /> I ran back to my humble cottage and bumped into Weston along the way. <br /> “Keilah?” he exclaimed. “Are you alright? Are you—are you crying? What happened?” he bombarded me with questions. <br /> I merely nodded my head and tried to hide my real emotions. <br /> “I’m okay,” I said between my tears. “I just need some time alone.”<br /> I could tell that Weston wanted to ask more but decided to drop it in the end. <br /> “Will you be at the cottage?”<br /> “Yes,” I said. “You can come back at dinner time.”<br /> “Alright, Keilah. Don’t hesitate to call for me when you need help. I’ll just be in the stables.”<br /> I nodded my head before heading back to the cottage. <br /> As I went inside, I felt the tears cascading down my cheeks. I removed my cloak and buried my face in my arms. I cried by myself, feeling an immense pain in my heart. <br /> After crying for a while, I lifted my head up at the sky and pleaded. <br /> “Mom, Dad, can you please come back here?"<br /> Ever since the day that they died, life has never been the same. When I was younger, and they were still alive, my relatives treated me fairly, but now, they treat me like I'm less than garbage. <br /> At any chance that they get, they humiliate me in front of strangers, unnecessarily make me do their chores, and take advantage of my blindness. <br /> And when I thought that meeting my mate would pull me out of my misery, I was wrong. He heartlessly rejected me because of my disability, and now, I think no one will be able to love me sincerely anymore.<br /> Eight years ago<br /> My parents had just died, the reason being unknown, when my aunts and uncles forced me out of my room to socialize with my cousins. <br /> I didn't want to, but it seemed like I had no other choice.<br /> “Keilah!” Nolan called, waving his hands to get me to come closer. “Did you cry?” he asked. <br /> I nodded my head while looking down at the ground. <br /> Evelyn clicked her tongue. “You have been crying for days! Your parents are already dead—they’re not going to come back, so stop being a crybaby about it,” she said. <br /> “Yeah,” Finn agreed. “You should be happy now that they’re gone. Now, you have all the time and freedom to do what you want without your parents telling you to do so!”<br /> I didn’t know how to react. For some reason, I felt like I was being ganged up on by my cousins. I always thought that they never treated me like family, but now that my parents are gone, it just became more obvious.<br /> “Stop that,” Isabelle interrupted. “Don’t listen to them, Keilah. Let’s just play on the slides, hmm?”<br /> I smiled at her and nodded my head. Isabelle has always treated me like a good cousin, so she’s one of the few people I genuinely care for in the castle. <br /> Finn clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. He didn’t retaliate any further since he never dared to defy Isabelle. <br /> Isabelle and I went to the slide. <br /> “I’m scared,” I said. <br /> “It’s easy,” Isabelle assured. “I’ll go first, okay?"<br /> I nodded my head and watched her go down the slide. <br /> “See? It’s not that bad.”<br /> Even with her demonstration, I still felt a bit scared to go down the slide, considering I've always been afraid of heights. <br /> I stood up on top of the slide and looked at the steep way down. I felt my heart beat faster in my chest, so I closed my eyes to calm myself down. <br /> Now, looking back, I never should have closed my eyes at that moment. <br /> Because that would be the very last time that I'll be seeing the world in color. <br /> Before I even knew it, I felt a strong push from my back, causing me to topple down to the ground and hit my head on the metal slide. <br /> The next second, I woke up, but it felt like I still hadn't—because the world was dark when I opened my eyes, and no one was even there to tell me that I had gone blind. <br /> Five years ago<br /> Twas the night of my sixteenth birthday, and I had been dreaming of this day ever since I became blind. After years of being isolated in my cottage, I can finally celebrate this special day since my aunt and uncle surprisingly allowed me to join. <br /> Granting, it wasn’t only my birthday, but also Isabelle’s. However, I really didn’t care. As long as I could finally have the chance to meet my mate and have someone love me as I had always dreamed of, I felt fine with having the minimum. <br /> Even if I was allowed to join in at the party, I was kept away from the visitors and was only allowed to stay in the kitchen. <br /> I was eating some cookies when I heard two sets of footsteps coming into the room, followed by the sweetest scent I had smelled in the entire world. <br /> “Can’t you just accept me as your mate?” he asked, the man’s deep voice sending shivers down my spine. <br /> “You know that I can’t,” Evelyn sighed. “You’re a Beta. I want an Alpha as my life partner. Besides, you’re not even my mate.”<br /> I froze as I recognized my cousin’s voice coming from the pantry. I held my breath, so they wouldn’t be able to hear me.<br /> The man clicked his tongue. “Does that even matter? The mate bond is practically a joke these days. Who actually wants their fated mate?”<br /> I do. I still want my mate. <br /> Because of the shock I felt from the man’s statement, I dropped the plate of cookies I was eating, causing the two of them to look my way. <br /> I stayed still as I felt my cousin and the mysterious man, who I assumed to be a prince, walk over to where I was. <br /> “Who is this?” the man exclaimed. <br /> Evelyn sighed. “Don’t mind her. She’s our blind servant. Whatever,” she said. “I’m out of here. Don’t you dare bring up this conversation anymore.”<br /> She clicked her tongue and exited the kitchen. <br /> The man clicked his tongue and tried to walk away; however, at that moment, our skins touched, and I felt the most sensational emotion in the world. <br /> “Mate,” I muttered under my breath, causing the prince to stop in his tracks. <br /> he cursed. “Such luck I have.”<br /> I wanted to be embraced by my mate right then and there, but it seemed like he didn’t feel the same way.<br /> “I can’t believe this,” he sighed. “Let’s just get this over with. What’s your name?”<br /> “Keilah,” I softly said. <br /> “Alright,” he nonchalantly said and held onto my hands. “Look, I’m going to cut to the chase. I don’t want a blind person for a mate. And I’m assuming that you’re also hideous with the cloak that’s on your face. Not to mention, you're also an omega," he chuckled.<br /> He was talking like he didn't care for me one bit. "So, I, Prince Miles, reject you as my mate.”<br /> With that, I felt something snap inside my heart. It feels so excruciatingly painful, but my mate left without any remorse. <br /> At that moment, I truly felt that I had nothing left in this world—not my parents, not my relatives, not my vision, and not even my mate.<br /> Present time<br /> I sobbed as I remembered the sad story of my life. I thought that being away from my relatives would cure the pain and push the hurtful memories away, but they all resurface whenever I meet them. <br /> I felt a small, fluffy creature jump onto my lap and smiled. <br /> “Lucky,” I called out my cat’s name. “At least I still have you, huh?”<br /> I wiped the tears from my eyes and cuddled into the cat. <br /> “I have to be strong, right?” I said. <br /> Lucky lets out a small meow, causing my smile to widen. <br /> “Alright,” I said. “I’ll tell you everything that happened today.”<br /> Lucky lets out a meow once more, so I continued my story. <br /> “So, I met this prince,” I said, the memory suddenly flashing in my mind. “He felt….warm,” I smiled. <br /> “But he’s rude,” my smile dropped. “He called me a servant and told me to remove my cloak right then and there! Can you believe it? You know that I never take off my cloak.”<br /> “I just have to avoid him at all costs. I feel like he’s the type of person who wouldn’t forgive the people who had defied him.”<br /> Lucky purred. <br /> “Let’s hope we never see him again.”<br /> -<br /> ENZO<br /> I stopped in my tracks when I saw the cloaked servant from a while ago cooking some type of meal.<br /> Now that I entered her home, I smelled her sweet scent once more, and it made me grimace.<br /> Peach.<br /> She smells of peach.<br /> It was pleasant to the nose, but just knowing that it was coming from an omega made my stomach churn.<br /> I was about to head out of the cottage when she suddenly spoke.<br /> "Weston, you're back?" she said in a bubbly voice, very in contrast with how anxious she sounded a while ago.<br /> Weston? Who is that?<br /> "You came right on time. I just finished making dinner."<br /> She walked over to where I was, and I frowned when I saw that she was still wearing her cloak.<br /> She chuckled and tried to hold onto my hand to lead me to the dining area, but I took a step back before our skin could make contact.<br /> She froze. "Weston, Is there something wrong?"<br /> I couldn't respond. The moment I would open my mouth to speak, I knew that she would know that I wasn't this "Weston" guy.<br /> So, I just opted to leave.<br /> However, the sound of my stomach grumbling made me stop in my tracks.<br /> I pursed my lips together and let out a deep breath.<br /> Talk about my luck.<br /> Her suspicion changed into that of amusement, and she walked over to the kitchen to set up the table.<br /> "Come," she said. "You should eat. I made your favorite today, and I also had some time to bake some desserts."<br /> I stood in my spot and hesitated to follow after her. However, there's no harm in having a free meal, right?<br /> I couldn't eat well back in the castle because the taste of the food were either flavorless or too flavorful.<br /> And besides, once we eat, she'll probably take her cloak off, right? That's another thing I could get. After seeing her face, I feel like I'll finally get over my fixation. The only reason why I'm staying here right now is for the food and for her reveal.<br /> I sat down on the chair and looked at the simple meal on the table. It wasn't as fancy or extravagant as the ones served at the castle, but it still aroused my appetite.<br /> I took the spoon to scoop up some of the stew into my mouth. A moan left my lips as soon as the myriad of flavors exploded on my tongue.<br /> This tastes too good.<br /> And to think that an omega cooked this.<br /> She chuckled when she heard me vigorously digging in.<br /> "Were you that hungry? You should have come back here sooner if you were. I already ate a snack a while ago, so I'll eat later on."<br /> I clicked my tongue. I thought I would finally be able to see her face.<br /> "Why are you so quiet today?" she asked. "You're only like this when you're upset."<br /> I didn't respond and continued eating. Well, it's not like I had any other choice. After finishing this meal, I'm going to go back to where our car is parked.<br /> "You're still not talking, huh?" she chuckled. "Is it because of what happened back in the castle? I don't understand why you'd be upset because of that. It's not like it's the first time that it has happened," she said.<br /> I continued listening to her as I ate.<br /> "Queen Grace has never liked me, so it's expected that she talks that way. My cousins, too, are quite childish, but I think it's because of the pressure of being young royals."<br /> She tried to make her tone happier, but I could still notice the sadness lingering in her voice.<br /> "But I'm okay. I really am. 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1,011,583	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1011499}'	Yes	2024-04-07 16:42	active	455	1348331072514820	#1 vitamin at walmart for sciatic nerve pain?	"𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 #𝟏 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐬?" 👇👇	WATCH_MORE	https://sciatiease.com/fb/bestvitvidemnojv48panbes	100422331945056	Health Report News	https://facebook.com/100076274320152	14,366	0	914,436,167,084,528	2024-04-07 02:00	person_profile	eligible	NONE	0	1	0	Watch more	Health Report News	120209428424420608	sciatiease.com	NONE	video	#1 vitamin at walmart for sciatic nerve pain?	https://sciatiease.com/fb/bestvitvidemnojv48panbest/?ad_id={{ad.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}&ad_name={{ad.name}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&campaign_name={{campaign.name}}&source={{site_source_name}}&placement={{placement}}&cpid=731ba192-3bec-4971-931a-4527ace0a921&lpid=3e7605c3-3cc1-4e96-8659-577eaa9c0b28	2024-04-07 08:10	https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/434555942_382558094680110_7415766229438300922_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7UqP_iatGuMAb5qfUnU&_nc_ht=scontent-atl3-1.xx&oh=00_AfAFj3t7RTOABpO1v9lGZLbKLltmB47Qy3VEwRrBZ-dPIw&oe=6618F24E	person_profile	0	Live Smart		3	Health Report News	2024-04-07 02:00	View Edit Delete

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