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2,676,294	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-01 12:27	active	2401	Read more	It was a contractual marriage for both of them to get what they wanted, yet she fell in love first. But when she was in a life-threatening situation during a fire and needed him the most, he chose to stay by the side of his first love instead. She finally let it go, divorced him, and made a grand comeback as a great screenwriter. ===== "Saved! They've been saved." Firefighters emerged from the smoldering inferno, carrying Carrie Campbell to safety at the roadside. Her features, usually refined and expressive, were now smeared with soot; her sparkling eyes dimmed to a vacant gaze, hollow and lost. As reality seeped back into her consciousness, Carrie felt a rush of gratitude overpower her usual composure. Her voice, hoarse and weak, conveyed a profound "thank you" to her rescuers. Shaking, she fumbled for her phone, her fingertips quivering as they found the familiar number. "Hello, the person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later..." The automated message played after a few rings, leaving her with a lump in her throat, her unvoiced frustrations and sorrow welling up inside her. Bang! With a deafening roar, the explosion abruptly silenced the cold, mechanical voice echoing through the line. Carrie's head snapped upwards, shock painted on her face as she witnessed the apartment she had just exited erupt into flames. Chunks of debris were hurled into the air by the force of the blast, scattering across the sky. Panic engulfed the crowd as survivors, freshly rescued, screamed in terror. They huddled together, seeking solace in each other's arms, their cries piercing the tumultuous scene. In stark contrast, Carrie lay alone on a stretcher, her isolation magnified amidst the chaos. "Kristopher..." Fighting the dread creeping up her spine, Carrie pressed her lips together tightly and dialed her husband's number again, her resolve unwavering. Yet, the call disconnected after a few short rings, leaving her with a haunting silence. Just then, a Twitter notification flickered on her phone screen. The gossip feed was alive with the latest gossip: #LiseNash #MysteriouBoyfriend. According to the tweet, a producer from a well-known variety show had invited the renowned star Lise Nash to a dinner, which had quickly soured when she declined to partake in a toast. This act of defiance had sparked a confrontation, only to be interrupted by Lise's domineering boyfriend. He stormed into the private dining room, dismissing the producer with a dismissive wave and escorting Lise away. The tweet described the scene vividly, painting a picture of a powerful man defending his beloved partner. Yet, perhaps due to his prominence, only the back of the man was visible in the accompanying photos, preserving his anonymity. Meanwhile, Lise, donning an oversized suit jacket, beamed a smile, reaching out to clasp his hand as they departed together. Carrie's eyes were glued to the screen, her stare intense and unblinking as she absorbed the image before her. There he was--Kristopher Norris! The suit jacket draped carelessly over Lise was a dead giveaway. Every piece of clothing Kristopher owned had been meticulously tailored by a master craftsman abroad, a detail Carrie knew all too well. Her grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles blanching to a stark white, as if her very soul were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain sharp and acid-like in its intensity. In her most desperate moment, Kristopher had coldly disconnected their call, choosing instead to be at Lise's side. What was the worth of their two-year marriage? The tears she had been holding back now overwhelmed her, streaming down her face. Even as she tilted her head back in a futile attempt to stem the flow, the tears continued to escape. Lise had always been Kristopher's first love, a fact whispered and gossiped about among their circles. The Norris family had never approved of Lise, seeing her ordinary background as unfitting. Forced apart by family pressures, it had been Lise who ended things, but the past, it seemed, was not easily left behind. Kristopher had diligently pursued the leadership of the Norris family, harboring dreams of finally being with Lise. Yet, when he reached his goal, he discovered that Lise had already chosen another. In defiance of his family's expectations and perhaps out of bitterness, Kristopher turned to Carrie, a woman equally devoid of wealth or status, to become Mrs. Norris, thereby blocking any matchmaking attempts by his relatives. At that time, Carrie faced immense pressure from her father, Tristan Campbell, who was pushing her towards a marriage with a playboy, the son of a business associate, to cover her grandmother's steep medical expenses. Both Kristopher and Carrie, driven by their personal motives, consented to a marriage of convenience. Originally set for just one year, their contractual marriage stretched beyond its term, sustained by a shared understanding between them. Over time, Carrie began to believe in the authenticity of their union, never suspecting that it was merely an extension of her hopes. Just moments ago, a fire had nearly claimed Carrie's life. In that critical moment, she reached out to Kristopher, only to be twice rebuffed as he spent his time with Lise. This harsh reality shattered Carrie's illusions, revealing that her perceived transition from pretense to genuine relationship was nothing but a facade maintained by her own desires. Carrie wasn't even a temporary substitute in Kristopher's life but merely a pawn used to spite his family. After a poignant pause, tears welled up in Carrie's eyes, unstoppable and poignant. It might be time for her to release herself from the shackles of her own hopeful delusions--to stop deceiving herself. Chapter 2 Trending Topics The overwhelming number of injuries from the fire was staggering, straining the already frantic doctors and nurses as they tried to provide aid. Carrie had been merely grazed by a splintered clothes rack, which left a deep, jagged wound on her calf. In comparison to the chaos around her, her wounds seemed almost negligible. She managed to get basic care--a brisk cleaning and a quick wrap of bandages--at a local hospital before catching a cab back to her house. Bayview Villa, a grand property under Kristopher's name, was technically their matrimonial residence. Living alone had become the norm for Carrie, as Kristopher was hardly ever around. She had bid farewell to the housekeeper, discovering that her life could be quite adequately maintained with just takeout, deliveries, and the occasional visit from a part-time cleaner. Now, she found herself the sole occupant of the sprawling living room, sinking into the sofa, her gaze drifting across the empty space. The stark, monochrome decor did nothing to imbue warmth into the atmosphere. A chilling realization crept up on her: this vast, elegant space felt more like a colossal tomb, a silent grave for her lost years of youth and a love that had quietly slipped away. In this cold, echoing house, would anyone even notice if her breath ceased one day? Carrie exhaled a weary sigh, her frame heavy as she leaned against the cold wall for support, struggling up the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor. Each step was a battle, sending stabbing pains shooting through her from the surface of her skin down to her aching bones. The house, stark and hollow, echoed even the smallest sounds, magnifying her sense of isolation. It was today, amidst this profound silence, that Carrie truly grasped the all-encompassing nature of her loneliness--it was almost tangible, enveloping her senses with its texture and mournful whispers, tightening around her heart like a vice, producing a dull, relentless ache. Upon reaching the sanctuary of her bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, the very embodiment of exhaustion, feeling it both physically and spiritually. Just as she surrendered to this weariness, the sharp ring of the phone pierced the silence. "You reached out to me earlier. What do you need?" Kristopher's voice cut through the line, cold and distant as ever. Carrie was caught off guard by his unexpected call. Words failed her as she parted her lips to respond, but before she could collect her thoughts, a soft, feminine voice floated through from the other end. "Kristopher, will you join me to..." A surge of emotions tightened Carrie's grip on the phone, her heart thumping louder with each second. Overwhelmed and unable to contain her rising panic, she demanded, "Who's there with you?" Kristopher gave no answer, merely stating in a flat, disinterested voice, "If there's something you need, let's catch up when I'm back. I have pressing engagements right now, so I must disconnect." He promptly ended the call, cutting off any chance for Carrie to reply. As the harsh beep of the disconnected line filled her ears, Carrie's lips twisted into a rueful grin. How utterly foolish she felt! Deep down, she knew his response all too well, yet she had clung to the hope of hearing his voice confirm it. With a sense of self-inflicted irony, Carrie activated her tablet and scrolled through the day's hot topics. One headline caught her eye: "A female star shielded from harassment at a dinner by her formidable partner." A wry smile twisted her lips. Carrie knew all too well what it was like to face harassment at those kinds of dinners. She vividly remembered her first major audition after her entering the showbiz; her agent had escorted her to a dinner with the influential director and producer of the drama series "Serene Sighs." As a novice in the dizzying world of showbiz, Carrie had felt incredibly vulnerable, uncertain of how to navigate the murky waters of such gatherings. The producer had eyed her shamelessly, sneering as he asked, "Is this the new talent you're introducing? She appears presentable, but I'm curious to see how she fares with a drink. Here's the deal, if you can gulp down this bottle in one go, I'll secure you an audition for the lead role." Carrie was inclined to decline, but under the relentless pressure from her agent, she found herself compelled to consume the entire bottle. As the evening wore on, she was hurriedly taken to the hospital suffering from a severe stomach ailment. Her agent, fretful about the prospect of the role slipping away to another, quickly settled the hospital charges and departed. At that time, Carrie found herself isolated in a hospital bed for several long days. Yet, even before Carrie could be released from the hospital, the media was abuzz with the announcement that Lise had secured the lead role in "Serene Sighs." Subsequently, her agent rebuked Carrie for her lack of ambition, complaining, "You are more appealing than Lise, so why can't you show more drive? She cozied up to Mr. Norris and hardly had to make an effort. She's surrounded by people eager to cater to her every need. I've heard that Mr. Norris personally orchestrated her landing the lead role in this production!" When the show premiered, Lise was catapulted into stardom, swiftly ascending to the elite echelons of the acting world. From that moment forward, Carrie let her acting aspirations wane and chose instead to devote herself entirely to supporting her husband, Kristopher. After all, no matter her efforts, she could never get the same career opportunities that Lise seemed to receive effortlessly with Kristopher's offhand remarks. At that time, Carrie had believed she was filling the role that was meant to be Lise's as Mrs. Norris, which meant she owed Lise. By giving up the career opportunities to Lise, Carrie thought they would settle their unspoken debt. However, Carrie hadn't foreseen that Lise would claim both the coveted career and Kristopher's affections. As Lise's professional and love life blossomed, Carrie came to the painful realization that she had been overly consumed with her romantic pursuits, at the expense of her career, and now, she found herself bereft of both love and professional fulfillment. With tears streaming down her face, Carrie viewed her past two years as tragically misguided. Given another opportunity, she resolved she wouldn't be so unguarded, letting her heart recklessly fall captive to Kristopher's charm. "Ms. Spencer, the new copyright contract is prepared. Please review it for any discrepancies." Her phone buzzed with the alert, snapping Carrie out of her reverie. She gazed at the PDF file attached in the message, her mind briefly overwhelmed. Under the pseudonym Katrina Spencer, Carrie had once made a name for herself as a budding screenwriter, selling numerous scripts in her early days. During her early career as Katrina, Carrie often sold her work for a pittance, compelled by her urgent need for immediate cash. Over the years, these scripts transformed into blockbuster films and hit series, catapulting Katrina's reputation to new heights. By this time, Carrie had married Kristopher and was no longer plagued by the financial woes that had once driven her to desperation--her grandmother's hefty medical bills were a thing of the past. With her financial crises resolved, Carrie's life had pivoted to domestic responsibilities, striving to be an exemplary wife to Kristopher. Amidst these changes, her pseudonym, Katrina Spencer, gradually receded into the background. However, her past as Katrina wasn't ready to be shelved just yet. Recently, an interested buyer had come forward, ready to pay a handsome sum for one of her old scripts. Carrie, however, was hesitant to sell. She raised several concerns about the contract presented to her, and to her astonishment, the buyer was genuine enough to revise it accordingly. Holding the revised contract in her hands, Carrie inhaled deeply, her resolve hardening. She seemed to have reached a crucial decision. Her fingers danced over her phone's keyboard with swift precision, typing out a firm command. "Create a divorce agreement following my terms and ensure it reaches Kristopher Norris at the Norris Group." Without pausing for a response, she placed her phone aside and limped toward the bathroom, each step echoing a blend of determination and newfound independence. Chapter 3 Exchange Of Conveniences Thirty minutes had passed, Carrie finally heaved herself up from the bathtub, her limbs feeling heavy and uncooperative. As she lifted her gaze, her own image in the mirror halted her movements--her skin appeared as smooth and impeccable as fine porcelain, glowing with an unblemished radiance. Her eyes, deep pools of allure, sparkled with an enchanting, soft warmth, inviting anyone who dared meet her gaze. Despite edging into her late twenties at twenty-five, she reveled in the fact that time had yet to etch its marks upon her flawless complexion. Surely, a woman with such a visage had no place for self-pity. Absorbed in her contemplation, Carrie carelessly extended her right leg onto the cold floor, forgetting it was the very limb she had injured. Wrapped excessively in cling film to shield it from moisture, the tight encasement had stifled her circulation, rendering her leg eerily numb. As her foot touched down, it betrayed her, slipping forward unexpectedly. "Ah!" Carrie gasped, her arms flailing in a frantic ballet, searching for a lifeline in the void. Just as she teetered on the brink of a painful rendezvous with the floor, the bathroom door burst open. Kristopher stood at the entrance, his suit immaculately tailored, creating a striking figure. As their eyes locked, he paused, visibly taken aback, then quickly closed the distance with brisk strides. Carrie's breath caught as Kristopher swept her up in a graceful bridal style, an unexpected tightness wrapping around her waist. Caught off guard by his sudden appearance, Carrie realized with a jolt that she was completely bre. A flush of embarrassment washed over her as she instinctively clutched her hands over her chst. This was their first moment of such intimacy since their wedding, and the discomfort made her toes curl inward, her skin blushing a delicate shade of pink. Kristopher looked down at her with a mischievous grin. "Let's be honest, there's not much to see," he teased gently. Feeling both mortified and slightly irritated, Carrie snapped back, "Oh, Mr. Norris, after all you've seen, I suppose nothing can impress you anymore." She carried her C-cup curves with understated charm, a touch of sen*ality that outshone Lise's painfully flat, almost awkwardly rigid build. Yet Carrie knew well that without love, even the most perfect physique paled in comparison to the charm of one dearly cherished. Nonchalantly, Kristopher reached for a bathrobe hanging behind the door and draped it over her. His frown deepened at her comment. "What are you talking about, Carrie?" A thought seemed to strike him, and his expression grew even more impatient. "Tell me, did you send those divorce papers in the dead of night just to lure me back here--to catch you completely bre?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "I told you I was swamped with work. Was this dramatic display really necessary?" Carrie's temper flared at his accusatory tone, reigniting the tension between them. He was always so quick to lose patience with her. She wasn't the type to throw around words like divorce or breakups lightly. In fact, this was the first time she'd ever mentioned divorce in their two-year marriage, yet he seemed indifferent to her turmoil. He simply dismissed her concerns as if she were overreacting about trivial matters. Despite the throbbing pain in her leg, Carrie mustered her strength and said, "Put me down." Kristopher, however, paid no heed, his eyes scanning her leg swathed in bandages. His brow furrowed slightly. "What happened to your leg? Is this some elaborate ploy to lure me back?" At his words, a bitter laugh escaped Carrie. It seemed he viewed her as merely seeking attention, and in failing to capture it, she had likely concocted a story to draw him back, allowing her to dramatize her plight in his presence. With a blank face, she replied untruthfully, "It's a beauty treatment that shouldn't get wet." "Why did you suddenly decide to undergo such a treatment?" Kristopher inquired, his tone casual as he carried her outside, not pressing the issue further. His frame was large, and through his thin shirt, she could distinctly feel the warmth of his body and the defined shape of his chst muscles. The closeness created an uncomfortable tension for Carrie, who had resolved to end things once and for all. Her voice climbed involuntarily, sharper this time. "Oh, since when have you been concerned with such minor things, Mr. Norris?" For the first time, Kristopher witnessed her using biting sarcasm; it struck him as peculiarly amusing. With a calm demeanor, he responded, "You're my wife, it's only natural I'd be concerned about your well-being." "Really?" There was a somber note in Carrie's voice now. "It seems like you've never really regarded me as your wife. I'm scared that if I were to die, you wouldn't even know until much later." After all, at that very moment, Kristopher had been distracted, lost in moments with his first love, too consumed to lend an ear to her desperate pleas. Caught off guard by her accusation, Kristopher's eyes widened with surprise before he let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Carrie, what's brought on this sudden outburst of anger? Just because I was tied up this afternoon and missed your call? Perhaps I've been too indulgent with you lately, and it's made you a bit too presumptuous?" Carrie froze, startled. Was he accusing her of being too presumptuous? She realized their marriage had always been lopsided. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a transactional partner, a woman who had bartered her freedom for financial security. Their union was meant to be a mere exchange of conveniences, yet she had, quite foolishly, fallen deeply in love with him. In the tricky terrain of romance, the one who fell first invariably found themselves at a distinct disadvantage. Kristopher's dismissive reaction left Carrie reeling, her emotions dismissed as trifles, a tight knot of suffocation rising in her chest. "I said to put me down this instant!" Carrie exclaimed, jerking her head to the side, her voice laced with a sharp edge of impatience. Kristopher remained mute, effortlessly carrying her towards the bed before suddenly releasing his hold. Carrie felt a jolt as the support vanished, her heart skipping a beat as she instinctively grasped for him. Their bodies collided on the bed, her bathrobe teetering on the brink of decency, threatening to unravel with any minor shift. Propped on one elbow, Kristopher gazed down at her, his lips curled into a sly, teasing grin. "You wanted to be let go, didn't you? So why cling to me now?" His eyes, deep and sparkling like a midnight lake speckled with stars, captivated her. In those celestial depths, Carrie caught a glimpse of her own reflection. At times like this, she was misled into believing he harbored a deep affection. Sadly, his heart was a fortress reserved for Lise, and all Carrie had left were empty fantasies. "Boring!" she exclaimed, her voice devoid of any enthusiasm as she attempted to rise, her hand inadvertently brushing against something unexpected. "Don't move, or I can't promise what might happen next," he warned in a deep, gravelly voice. With a frown, Carrie internally cursed upon hearing the statement. It was an undeniable fact. Primal instincts steered the actions of men. Absence of affection didn't quell their basic dires. Yet, she dared not agitate Kristopher. Angling her face away, her body remained rigid, frozen in place. Carrie, feeling irked, shot back. "Didn't you say there's nothing here to see? What's with the reaction now, Mr. Norris? Are you really that easy to impress?" No sooner had her words flown than she grasped the potential repercussions of her sharp tongue. A wave of regret surged through Carrie, but instead of anger, Kristopher responded with a chuckle, "You are my wife, after all. Since that's something I can't alter, I might as well embrace it. Besides, it's been years since we became husband and wife--it would be a shame to neglect you completely." Chapter 4 Are You Out Of Your Mind? Kristopher leaned in close to Carrie. The fabric of his suit brushed lightly against Carrie's cheek, releasing a mix of scents: a familiar woody aroma intertwined with an unexpected zesty twist of lemon. It was unmistakably Jo Malone's Blue Agava and Cacao--Lise's signature scent. A surge of nausea overwhelmed Carrie at the realization. Heat crept up her neck, coloring her cheeks a bright scarlet as indignation took hold. Without thinking, her hand flew up and delivered a stinging slap across Kristopher's face. All her suppressed grievances from the day ignited in that swift motion. The impact of her slp had left a light, crimson mark on Kristopher's cheek, marking him with her outrage. His eyes, wide with disbelief, met hers. "Carrie, are you out of your mind?" Out of her mind? Yes, she was clearly insane to ever fall for him in the first place. Carrie fumed silently, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, the sharp buzz of the phone on the table cut through the mounting tension, its vibration bringing a brief respite from their standoff. Kristopher cast a fleeting glance at the message, shut off the phone with a snap, and strode towards the door, his back rigid with tension. Her voice, firm and unwavering, chased after him. "We're getting a divorce! Make sure you sign those papers before you walk out that door!" Kristopher paused briefly and said sharply, "I have something to do now. When I return, do whatever pleases you." With that, he forcefully shut the door. Carrie's eyes followed his unwavering exit, feeling an oppressive weight compressing her chest once again. She disregarded the sharp sting in her leg and hobbled determinedly toward her tablet. Fingers trembling, she hastily navigated to Lise's Twitter page. Lise had just uploaded a new tweet. The photo showed her lying down with a fever patch adhered to her forehead, still enveloped in Kristopher's familiar jacket. The caption read, "Being sick makes me extra clingy. Wishing I had someone here. Stay cozy and take care, everyone!" The simultaneous timing of these two events made it almost impossible for Carrie not to suspect that Kristopher had dashed off to tend to Lise. Carrie's instincts loudly proclaimed that this was no accident; Lise had deliberately sought to tug at Kristopher's heartstrings. It appeared her tactics were effective. Not even Carrie's stark threat of divorce could overshadow Lise's theatrical display of vulnerability. Lise didn't have to lift a finger, and Carrie had already fallen, utterly broken and beyond redemption. Seething with fury, Carrie quaked like a leaf swept into a storm. She had arrived here with nothing but a suitcase and a heart full of dreams, and now she was leaving, dreams crumbled, utterly alone. It was time for her to pursue her acting career and give it her all... ...... ==== It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him... What happens next? 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2,676,292	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-01 12:27	active	2401	Read more	It was a contractual marriage for both of them to get what they wanted, yet she fell in love first. But when she was in a life-threatening situation during a fire and needed him the most, he chose to stay by the side of his first love instead. She finally let it go, divorced him, and made a grand comeback as a great screenwriter. ===== "Saved! They've been saved." Firefighters emerged from the smoldering inferno, carrying Carrie Campbell to safety at the roadside. Her features, usually refined and expressive, were now smeared with soot; her sparkling eyes dimmed to a vacant gaze, hollow and lost. As reality seeped back into her consciousness, Carrie felt a rush of gratitude overpower her usual composure. Her voice, hoarse and weak, conveyed a profound "thank you" to her rescuers. Shaking, she fumbled for her phone, her fingertips quivering as they found the familiar number. "Hello, the person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable. Please try again later..." The automated message played after a few rings, leaving her with a lump in her throat, her unvoiced frustrations and sorrow welling up inside her. Bang! With a deafening roar, the explosion abruptly silenced the cold, mechanical voice echoing through the line. Carrie's head snapped upwards, shock painted on her face as she witnessed the apartment she had just exited erupt into flames. Chunks of debris were hurled into the air by the force of the blast, scattering across the sky. Panic engulfed the crowd as survivors, freshly rescued, screamed in terror. They huddled together, seeking solace in each other's arms, their cries piercing the tumultuous scene. In stark contrast, Carrie lay alone on a stretcher, her isolation magnified amidst the chaos. "Kristopher..." Fighting the dread creeping up her spine, Carrie pressed her lips together tightly and dialed her husband's number again, her resolve unwavering. Yet, the call disconnected after a few short rings, leaving her with a haunting silence. Just then, a Twitter notification flickered on her phone screen. The gossip feed was alive with the latest gossip: #LiseNash #MysteriouBoyfriend. According to the tweet, a producer from a well-known variety show had invited the renowned star Lise Nash to a dinner, which had quickly soured when she declined to partake in a toast. This act of defiance had sparked a confrontation, only to be interrupted by Lise's domineering boyfriend. He stormed into the private dining room, dismissing the producer with a dismissive wave and escorting Lise away. The tweet described the scene vividly, painting a picture of a powerful man defending his beloved partner. Yet, perhaps due to his prominence, only the back of the man was visible in the accompanying photos, preserving his anonymity. Meanwhile, Lise, donning an oversized suit jacket, beamed a smile, reaching out to clasp his hand as they departed together. Carrie's eyes were glued to the screen, her stare intense and unblinking as she absorbed the image before her. There he was--Kristopher Norris! The suit jacket draped carelessly over Lise was a dead giveaway. Every piece of clothing Kristopher owned had been meticulously tailored by a master craftsman abroad, a detail Carrie knew all too well. Her grip on her phone tightened, her knuckles blanching to a stark white, as if her very soul were being squeezed by an invisible hand, the pain sharp and acid-like in its intensity. In her most desperate moment, Kristopher had coldly disconnected their call, choosing instead to be at Lise's side. What was the worth of their two-year marriage? The tears she had been holding back now overwhelmed her, streaming down her face. Even as she tilted her head back in a futile attempt to stem the flow, the tears continued to escape. Lise had always been Kristopher's first love, a fact whispered and gossiped about among their circles. The Norris family had never approved of Lise, seeing her ordinary background as unfitting. Forced apart by family pressures, it had been Lise who ended things, but the past, it seemed, was not easily left behind. Kristopher had diligently pursued the leadership of the Norris family, harboring dreams of finally being with Lise. Yet, when he reached his goal, he discovered that Lise had already chosen another. In defiance of his family's expectations and perhaps out of bitterness, Kristopher turned to Carrie, a woman equally devoid of wealth or status, to become Mrs. Norris, thereby blocking any matchmaking attempts by his relatives. At that time, Carrie faced immense pressure from her father, Tristan Campbell, who was pushing her towards a marriage with a playboy, the son of a business associate, to cover her grandmother's steep medical expenses. Both Kristopher and Carrie, driven by their personal motives, consented to a marriage of convenience. Originally set for just one year, their contractual marriage stretched beyond its term, sustained by a shared understanding between them. Over time, Carrie began to believe in the authenticity of their union, never suspecting that it was merely an extension of her hopes. Just moments ago, a fire had nearly claimed Carrie's life. In that critical moment, she reached out to Kristopher, only to be twice rebuffed as he spent his time with Lise. This harsh reality shattered Carrie's illusions, revealing that her perceived transition from pretense to genuine relationship was nothing but a facade maintained by her own desires. Carrie wasn't even a temporary substitute in Kristopher's life but merely a pawn used to spite his family. After a poignant pause, tears welled up in Carrie's eyes, unstoppable and poignant. It might be time for her to release herself from the shackles of her own hopeful delusions--to stop deceiving herself. Chapter 2 Trending Topics The overwhelming number of injuries from the fire was staggering, straining the already frantic doctors and nurses as they tried to provide aid. Carrie had been merely grazed by a splintered clothes rack, which left a deep, jagged wound on her calf. In comparison to the chaos around her, her wounds seemed almost negligible. She managed to get basic care--a brisk cleaning and a quick wrap of bandages--at a local hospital before catching a cab back to her house. Bayview Villa, a grand property under Kristopher's name, was technically their matrimonial residence. Living alone had become the norm for Carrie, as Kristopher was hardly ever around. She had bid farewell to the housekeeper, discovering that her life could be quite adequately maintained with just takeout, deliveries, and the occasional visit from a part-time cleaner. Now, she found herself the sole occupant of the sprawling living room, sinking into the sofa, her gaze drifting across the empty space. The stark, monochrome decor did nothing to imbue warmth into the atmosphere. A chilling realization crept up on her: this vast, elegant space felt more like a colossal tomb, a silent grave for her lost years of youth and a love that had quietly slipped away. In this cold, echoing house, would anyone even notice if her breath ceased one day? Carrie exhaled a weary sigh, her frame heavy as she leaned against the cold wall for support, struggling up the stairs to her bedroom on the second floor. Each step was a battle, sending stabbing pains shooting through her from the surface of her skin down to her aching bones. The house, stark and hollow, echoed even the smallest sounds, magnifying her sense of isolation. It was today, amidst this profound silence, that Carrie truly grasped the all-encompassing nature of her loneliness--it was almost tangible, enveloping her senses with its texture and mournful whispers, tightening around her heart like a vice, producing a dull, relentless ache. Upon reaching the sanctuary of her bedroom, she collapsed onto the bed, the very embodiment of exhaustion, feeling it both physically and spiritually. Just as she surrendered to this weariness, the sharp ring of the phone pierced the silence. "You reached out to me earlier. What do you need?" Kristopher's voice cut through the line, cold and distant as ever. Carrie was caught off guard by his unexpected call. Words failed her as she parted her lips to respond, but before she could collect her thoughts, a soft, feminine voice floated through from the other end. "Kristopher, will you join me to..." A surge of emotions tightened Carrie's grip on the phone, her heart thumping louder with each second. Overwhelmed and unable to contain her rising panic, she demanded, "Who's there with you?" Kristopher gave no answer, merely stating in a flat, disinterested voice, "If there's something you need, let's catch up when I'm back. I have pressing engagements right now, so I must disconnect." He promptly ended the call, cutting off any chance for Carrie to reply. As the harsh beep of the disconnected line filled her ears, Carrie's lips twisted into a rueful grin. How utterly foolish she felt! Deep down, she knew his response all too well, yet she had clung to the hope of hearing his voice confirm it. With a sense of self-inflicted irony, Carrie activated her tablet and scrolled through the day's hot topics. One headline caught her eye: "A female star shielded from harassment at a dinner by her formidable partner." A wry smile twisted her lips. Carrie knew all too well what it was like to face harassment at those kinds of dinners. She vividly remembered her first major audition after her entering the showbiz; her agent had escorted her to a dinner with the influential director and producer of the drama series "Serene Sighs." As a novice in the dizzying world of showbiz, Carrie had felt incredibly vulnerable, uncertain of how to navigate the murky waters of such gatherings. The producer had eyed her shamelessly, sneering as he asked, "Is this the new talent you're introducing? She appears presentable, but I'm curious to see how she fares with a drink. Here's the deal, if you can gulp down this bottle in one go, I'll secure you an audition for the lead role." Carrie was inclined to decline, but under the relentless pressure from her agent, she found herself compelled to consume the entire bottle. As the evening wore on, she was hurriedly taken to the hospital suffering from a severe stomach ailment. Her agent, fretful about the prospect of the role slipping away to another, quickly settled the hospital charges and departed. At that time, Carrie found herself isolated in a hospital bed for several long days. Yet, even before Carrie could be released from the hospital, the media was abuzz with the announcement that Lise had secured the lead role in "Serene Sighs." Subsequently, her agent rebuked Carrie for her lack of ambition, complaining, "You are more appealing than Lise, so why can't you show more drive? She cozied up to Mr. Norris and hardly had to make an effort. She's surrounded by people eager to cater to her every need. I've heard that Mr. Norris personally orchestrated her landing the lead role in this production!" When the show premiered, Lise was catapulted into stardom, swiftly ascending to the elite echelons of the acting world. From that moment forward, Carrie let her acting aspirations wane and chose instead to devote herself entirely to supporting her husband, Kristopher. After all, no matter her efforts, she could never get the same career opportunities that Lise seemed to receive effortlessly with Kristopher's offhand remarks. At that time, Carrie had believed she was filling the role that was meant to be Lise's as Mrs. Norris, which meant she owed Lise. By giving up the career opportunities to Lise, Carrie thought they would settle their unspoken debt. However, Carrie hadn't foreseen that Lise would claim both the coveted career and Kristopher's affections. As Lise's professional and love life blossomed, Carrie came to the painful realization that she had been overly consumed with her romantic pursuits, at the expense of her career, and now, she found herself bereft of both love and professional fulfillment. With tears streaming down her face, Carrie viewed her past two years as tragically misguided. Given another opportunity, she resolved she wouldn't be so unguarded, letting her heart recklessly fall captive to Kristopher's charm. "Ms. Spencer, the new copyright contract is prepared. Please review it for any discrepancies." Her phone buzzed with the alert, snapping Carrie out of her reverie. She gazed at the PDF file attached in the message, her mind briefly overwhelmed. Under the pseudonym Katrina Spencer, Carrie had once made a name for herself as a budding screenwriter, selling numerous scripts in her early days. During her early career as Katrina, Carrie often sold her work for a pittance, compelled by her urgent need for immediate cash. Over the years, these scripts transformed into blockbuster films and hit series, catapulting Katrina's reputation to new heights. By this time, Carrie had married Kristopher and was no longer plagued by the financial woes that had once driven her to desperation--her grandmother's hefty medical bills were a thing of the past. With her financial crises resolved, Carrie's life had pivoted to domestic responsibilities, striving to be an exemplary wife to Kristopher. Amidst these changes, her pseudonym, Katrina Spencer, gradually receded into the background. However, her past as Katrina wasn't ready to be shelved just yet. Recently, an interested buyer had come forward, ready to pay a handsome sum for one of her old scripts. Carrie, however, was hesitant to sell. She raised several concerns about the contract presented to her, and to her astonishment, the buyer was genuine enough to revise it accordingly. Holding the revised contract in her hands, Carrie inhaled deeply, her resolve hardening. She seemed to have reached a crucial decision. Her fingers danced over her phone's keyboard with swift precision, typing out a firm command. "Create a divorce agreement following my terms and ensure it reaches Kristopher Norris at the Norris Group." Without pausing for a response, she placed her phone aside and limped toward the bathroom, each step echoing a blend of determination and newfound independence. Chapter 3 Exchange Of Conveniences Thirty minutes had passed, Carrie finally heaved herself up from the bathtub, her limbs feeling heavy and uncooperative. As she lifted her gaze, her own image in the mirror halted her movements--her skin appeared as smooth and impeccable as fine porcelain, glowing with an unblemished radiance. Her eyes, deep pools of allure, sparkled with an enchanting, soft warmth, inviting anyone who dared meet her gaze. Despite edging into her late twenties at twenty-five, she reveled in the fact that time had yet to etch its marks upon her flawless complexion. Surely, a woman with such a visage had no place for self-pity. Absorbed in her contemplation, Carrie carelessly extended her right leg onto the cold floor, forgetting it was the very limb she had injured. Wrapped excessively in cling film to shield it from moisture, the tight encasement had stifled her circulation, rendering her leg eerily numb. As her foot touched down, it betrayed her, slipping forward unexpectedly. "Ah!" Carrie gasped, her arms flailing in a frantic ballet, searching for a lifeline in the void. Just as she teetered on the brink of a painful rendezvous with the floor, the bathroom door burst open. Kristopher stood at the entrance, his suit immaculately tailored, creating a striking figure. As their eyes locked, he paused, visibly taken aback, then quickly closed the distance with brisk strides. Carrie's breath caught as Kristopher swept her up in a graceful bridal style, an unexpected tightness wrapping around her waist. Caught off guard by his sudden appearance, Carrie realized with a jolt that she was completely bre. A flush of embarrassment washed over her as she instinctively clutched her hands over her chst. This was their first moment of such intimacy since their wedding, and the discomfort made her toes curl inward, her skin blushing a delicate shade of pink. Kristopher looked down at her with a mischievous grin. "Let's be honest, there's not much to see," he teased gently. Feeling both mortified and slightly irritated, Carrie snapped back, "Oh, Mr. Norris, after all you've seen, I suppose nothing can impress you anymore." She carried her C-cup curves with understated charm, a touch of sen*ality that outshone Lise's painfully flat, almost awkwardly rigid build. Yet Carrie knew well that without love, even the most perfect physique paled in comparison to the charm of one dearly cherished. Nonchalantly, Kristopher reached for a bathrobe hanging behind the door and draped it over her. His frown deepened at her comment. "What are you talking about, Carrie?" A thought seemed to strike him, and his expression grew even more impatient. "Tell me, did you send those divorce papers in the dead of night just to lure me back here--to catch you completely bre?" His tone was a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "I told you I was swamped with work. Was this dramatic display really necessary?" Carrie's temper flared at his accusatory tone, reigniting the tension between them. He was always so quick to lose patience with her. She wasn't the type to throw around words like divorce or breakups lightly. In fact, this was the first time she'd ever mentioned divorce in their two-year marriage, yet he seemed indifferent to her turmoil. He simply dismissed her concerns as if she were overreacting about trivial matters. Despite the throbbing pain in her leg, Carrie mustered her strength and said, "Put me down." Kristopher, however, paid no heed, his eyes scanning her leg swathed in bandages. His brow furrowed slightly. "What happened to your leg? Is this some elaborate ploy to lure me back?" At his words, a bitter laugh escaped Carrie. It seemed he viewed her as merely seeking attention, and in failing to capture it, she had likely concocted a story to draw him back, allowing her to dramatize her plight in his presence. With a blank face, she replied untruthfully, "It's a beauty treatment that shouldn't get wet." "Why did you suddenly decide to undergo such a treatment?" Kristopher inquired, his tone casual as he carried her outside, not pressing the issue further. His frame was large, and through his thin shirt, she could distinctly feel the warmth of his body and the defined shape of his chst muscles. The closeness created an uncomfortable tension for Carrie, who had resolved to end things once and for all. Her voice climbed involuntarily, sharper this time. "Oh, since when have you been concerned with such minor things, Mr. Norris?" For the first time, Kristopher witnessed her using biting sarcasm; it struck him as peculiarly amusing. With a calm demeanor, he responded, "You're my wife, it's only natural I'd be concerned about your well-being." "Really?" There was a somber note in Carrie's voice now. "It seems like you've never really regarded me as your wife. I'm scared that if I were to die, you wouldn't even know until much later." After all, at that very moment, Kristopher had been distracted, lost in moments with his first love, too consumed to lend an ear to her desperate pleas. Caught off guard by her accusation, Kristopher's eyes widened with surprise before he let out a disbelieving chuckle. "Carrie, what's brought on this sudden outburst of anger? Just because I was tied up this afternoon and missed your call? Perhaps I've been too indulgent with you lately, and it's made you a bit too presumptuous?" Carrie froze, startled. Was he accusing her of being too presumptuous? She realized their marriage had always been lopsided. In his eyes, she was nothing more than a transactional partner, a woman who had bartered her freedom for financial security. Their union was meant to be a mere exchange of conveniences, yet she had, quite foolishly, fallen deeply in love with him. In the tricky terrain of romance, the one who fell first invariably found themselves at a distinct disadvantage. Kristopher's dismissive reaction left Carrie reeling, her emotions dismissed as trifles, a tight knot of suffocation rising in her chest. "I said to put me down this instant!" Carrie exclaimed, jerking her head to the side, her voice laced with a sharp edge of impatience. Kristopher remained mute, effortlessly carrying her towards the bed before suddenly releasing his hold. Carrie felt a jolt as the support vanished, her heart skipping a beat as she instinctively grasped for him. Their bodies collided on the bed, her bathrobe teetering on the brink of decency, threatening to unravel with any minor shift. Propped on one elbow, Kristopher gazed down at her, his lips curled into a sly, teasing grin. "You wanted to be let go, didn't you? So why cling to me now?" His eyes, deep and sparkling like a midnight lake speckled with stars, captivated her. In those celestial depths, Carrie caught a glimpse of her own reflection. At times like this, she was misled into believing he harbored a deep affection. Sadly, his heart was a fortress reserved for Lise, and all Carrie had left were empty fantasies. "Boring!" she exclaimed, her voice devoid of any enthusiasm as she attempted to rise, her hand inadvertently brushing against something unexpected. "Don't move, or I can't promise what might happen next," he warned in a deep, gravelly voice. With a frown, Carrie internally cursed upon hearing the statement. It was an undeniable fact. Primal instincts steered the actions of men. Absence of affection didn't quell their basic dires. Yet, she dared not agitate Kristopher. Angling her face away, her body remained rigid, frozen in place. Carrie, feeling irked, shot back. "Didn't you say there's nothing here to see? What's with the reaction now, Mr. Norris? Are you really that easy to impress?" No sooner had her words flown than she grasped the potential repercussions of her sharp tongue. A wave of regret surged through Carrie, but instead of anger, Kristopher responded with a chuckle, "You are my wife, after all. Since that's something I can't alter, I might as well embrace it. Besides, it's been years since we became husband and wife--it would be a shame to neglect you completely." Chapter 4 Are You Out Of Your Mind? Kristopher leaned in close to Carrie. The fabric of his suit brushed lightly against Carrie's cheek, releasing a mix of scents: a familiar woody aroma intertwined with an unexpected zesty twist of lemon. It was unmistakably Jo Malone's Blue Agava and Cacao--Lise's signature scent. A surge of nausea overwhelmed Carrie at the realization. Heat crept up her neck, coloring her cheeks a bright scarlet as indignation took hold. Without thinking, her hand flew up and delivered a stinging slap across Kristopher's face. All her suppressed grievances from the day ignited in that swift motion. The impact of her slp had left a light, crimson mark on Kristopher's cheek, marking him with her outrage. His eyes, wide with disbelief, met hers. "Carrie, are you out of your mind?" Out of her mind? Yes, she was clearly insane to ever fall for him in the first place. Carrie fumed silently, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, the sharp buzz of the phone on the table cut through the mounting tension, its vibration bringing a brief respite from their standoff. Kristopher cast a fleeting glance at the message, shut off the phone with a snap, and strode towards the door, his back rigid with tension. Her voice, firm and unwavering, chased after him. "We're getting a divorce! Make sure you sign those papers before you walk out that door!" Kristopher paused briefly and said sharply, "I have something to do now. When I return, do whatever pleases you." With that, he forcefully shut the door. Carrie's eyes followed his unwavering exit, feeling an oppressive weight compressing her chest once again. She disregarded the sharp sting in her leg and hobbled determinedly toward her tablet. Fingers trembling, she hastily navigated to Lise's Twitter page. Lise had just uploaded a new tweet. The photo showed her lying down with a fever patch adhered to her forehead, still enveloped in Kristopher's familiar jacket. The caption read, "Being sick makes me extra clingy. Wishing I had someone here. Stay cozy and take care, everyone!" The simultaneous timing of these two events made it almost impossible for Carrie not to suspect that Kristopher had dashed off to tend to Lise. Carrie's instincts loudly proclaimed that this was no accident; Lise had deliberately sought to tug at Kristopher's heartstrings. It appeared her tactics were effective. Not even Carrie's stark threat of divorce could overshadow Lise's theatrical display of vulnerability. Lise didn't have to lift a finger, and Carrie had already fallen, utterly broken and beyond redemption. Seething with fury, Carrie quaked like a leaf swept into a storm. She had arrived here with nothing but a suitcase and a heart full of dreams, and now she was leaving, dreams crumbled, utterly alone. It was time for her to pursue her acting career and give it her all... ...... ==== It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. 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2,676,210	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2676209}'	Yes	2025-02-01 12:27	active	2401	🔥Read More Exciting Content👉	Abandoned by the wolf pack, hurt by Harry, and disheartened, she had a child. She ran away, he chased, and after three years of playing the escape game, he finally found her. "Look how good you are to me, baby." ******** Marva pulls the car to a stop outside the two - story pack house. I eye the building warily, my eyes wide with fear. "I wish I could -" I yank the door open and slide out. I don't want to hear her apologies. There's nothing she can do for me anyway. She's bound by a blood oath to the Alpha. If she goes against him, she'll either be killed or, even worse, exiled. Exile is every werewolf's worst nightmare. Breaking the bond with the pack turns you into a lone rogue. And if no other pack takes you in right away, it's a one - way ticket to a slow, agonizing madness. "Thanks, Marva," I manage a weak smile. She tries to smile back, but it falters. I tear my gaze away from her and head inside the pack house. Just as I'd expected, I run into Harry in the living area. The moment our eyes meet, my hands start shaking like leaves. His eyes flash a fierce golden. That's a dead - giveaway of his instant fury. It means his wolf is struggling to break free and shift. "Where the hell have you been?" He hisses, stalking towards me. My hands tremble at my sides. I know I'm defenseless without a wolf. I can't even protect myself. "Answer me!" He grabs my jaw roughly, squeezing it hard. Pain clouds my vision. I scratch at his hands, but he just presses down harder. "Let me go," I shriek. "You reek of another guy," he growls, his breath hot in my face. His normally brown eyes are still ablaze with that golden glow, showing that his wolf is just as pissed as he is. "Leave me alone, Harry," I thrash around, trying to push him away. "Leave you?" He seethes and throws me back. My spine hits the wall, and then I slide down, my left side slamming into the floor. The sickening sound of bones cracking makes my stomach churn. I let out scream after scream. And Harry doesn't stop there. I lose count of how many times his fists pound into my face or his legs kick me all over. He doesn't let up until I'm crawling on my hands and knees, begging him to stop. My nails break at the roots. My body is a broken mess. He gives me one last kick in the ribs, and there's another crack. Then he steps back. "Try to mess with me again, and you're done, slt," he spits on my blood - covered body after his cruel words. After he's finished, Harry just leaves me there. I'm in agony, barely clinging to life. It's not the first time. I know I'm about to pass out. And when I wake up, I'll still be lying in the same spot. I'll have to tend to my own wounds, cry alone, and suffer without anyone to comfort me. "Whose btard is it?" Alpha Daniel growls in my face. I squeeze my eyes shut. "I - I don't know." "I'm asking you for the last time, Layla!" His fist slams into my face, knocking me to the ground. "I don't know, Alpha," I cry out, immediately pulling my knees up to protect my stomach from the blows. One mistake. One night. And fate just wouldn't let it go. I found out I was pregnant just a month later. It's pretty rare for werewolves. The baby growing inside me isn't ordinary. When I secretly went to see the pack doctor, Vera, she told me it's a powerful breed and it's growing super fast. I'll be ready to give birth in six months instead of eight. When I heard all that, my first thought was to get rid of it. I wasn't in any position to raise a kid. But I just couldn't do it. How could I get rid of a part of me? This baby is my flesh and blood. The thought of killing it, killing an innocent child, is like killing myself. This baby is mine, and I'm not giving it up. So, I decided I'd run away tonight to save my baby and myself. But Doctor Vera told Alpha Daniel the truth. And now, here we are in his pack office, and he's beating the crap out of me. He kicks my arms. Animal - like growls rumble from his lips. He keeps hitting me, and I just take it, doing my best to shield my stomach. Today, I'm not screaming. I'm not going to scream ever again. I'm going to endure it until I get a chance. And when I do, I'm never looking back. I'm going to build a life for myself. I'm going to raise this baby with all the love and care in the world. The door to his office bursts open. I peek out from behind my elbow to see who it is. "Dad!" Harry yells. Alpha Daniel stops hitting me and turns to his son. He's breathing hard after all the damage he's done to me. I, on the other hand, am too scared to move. I'm afraid my body's going to fall apart. I bite down hard on my lower lip to stop the small cries of pain from escaping. I'm not going to be weak anymore. I'm going to be strong for the baby. I'm going to be brave and smart, all for the life growing inside me. "You were going to kill her," Harry sighs. "This bh won't die that easily. She's a curse!" Alpha Daniel hisses at him. "She might be a curse, but she's not indestructible, Dad," he rolls his eyes and walks over to me. Harry crouches down and touches my elbow. Despite my best efforts, a whimper slips out. He shakes his head and grabs my arms, pulling me into a sitting position. Everything hurts. My arms, my head, my insides. Tears fill my eyes as the pain becomes almost too much to bear. "Come on. Get up," Harry pulls me to my feet. I follow him without a word of protest. He leads me out of his father's office. "Get that damn btard out of her, Harry," Alpha Daniel sneers just before the door closes behind me. My eyes widen in terror. I look at Harry and find him already smirking at me. He's going to force me to have an abortion. I just know it.	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2,676,331	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2676327}'	Yes	2025-02-01 12:27	active	2401	🎉 We've got something special for you!	🎁A surprise is waiting! Simply enter our giveaway and get your chance to win a special Amazon gift!	LEARN_MORE	https://happy-gift.online/index.php?key=uir7iabxy1	Loveyouto	https://www.facebook.com/61570890644406/	3,078	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	happy-gift.online	IMAGE		https://happy-gift.online/index.php?key=uir7iabxy1tnjkvgovgf&ad_name={{ad.name}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&campaign_name={{campaign.name}}&placement={{placement}}&p5={p5}&facebook_pixel_key=p4NI5Geqso	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475860437_1094884412412286_6138232194312678255_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=_lKwJTbgVXIQ7kNvgE__9SP&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ArdftTsaWQBq-fP3V91QUTL&oh=00_AYDJ0EsyJXjZIXsHuBUBELs5q86O4zIx4m5RLFXZVy7Keg&oe=67A4343F	PERSON_PROFILE	Loveyouto	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
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2,676,322	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2676321}'	Yes	2025-02-01 12:27	active	2401	🎉 We've got something special for you!	🎁A surprise is waiting! Simply enter our giveaway and get your chance to win a special Walmart gift!	LEARN_MORE	https://happy-gift.online/index.php?key=5rjk009r7g	Loveyouto	https://www.facebook.com/61570890644406/	3,078	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	happy-gift.online	IMAGE		https://happy-gift.online/index.php?key=5rjk009r7gxu35r6yzgs&ad_name={{ad.name}}&adset_name={{adset.name}}&campaign_name={{campaign.name}}&placement={{placement}}&p5={p5}&facebook_pixel_key=p4NI5Geqso	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475462770_1157373419233679_3588936903635077808_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=c3pAuXVKI3sQ7kNvgEFZYup&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ArdftTsaWQBq-fP3V91QUTL&oh=00_AYBrXIGdJiirWD5hqG5yUdXnhaMpLj7E6_6IQDb6XTdqoQ&oe=67A446FB	PERSON_PROFILE	Loveyouto	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,676,211	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-01 12:27	active	2401	Win the Ultimate Wellness Bundle ($2,100+ Value)	⚡️GIVEAWAY: @trxtraining x @hyperice Tap into your potential in 2025. Pair the TRX Suspension Trainer’s full-body conditioning with Hyperice’s tension-relieving massage gun and compression boots for more strength and less downtime. ⭐️ TRX Strap Pro 4 + 1 year of TRX App™ ⭐️ TRX YBell bundle: 6KG, 8KG, 10KG pairs ⭐️ Normatec Elite ⭐️ Hypervolt Go 2 Enter to win at the link in our bio. Bonus entry: follow @trxtraining @hyperice and @bodyinmotionpt and comment your 3 training partners.	SIGN_UP	https://www.trxtraining.com/pages/trx-hyperice-giv	Hyperice	https://www.facebook.com/HyperIce/	116,914	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	www.trxtraining.com	DCO		https://www.trxtraining.com/pages/trx-hyperice-giveaway	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475662926_627646333136701_1499508270379452900_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=111&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=lmjtw1T0C24Q7kNvgF7B9ml&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ATJX_w8Q-D-jWwm1BoESf4d&oh=00_AYDfusC2cvh9zbajFeW0H1PgrlBdQ_22_SSMSxGMTeL7sA&oe=67A452B1	PERSON_PROFILE	Hyperice	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,676,209	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-01 12:27	active	2401	🔥Read More Exciting Content👉	Abandoned by the wolf pack, hurt by Harry, and disheartened, she had a child. She ran away, he chased, and after three years of playing the escape game, he finally found her. "Look how good you are to me, baby." ******** Marva pulls the car to a stop outside the two - story pack house. I eye the building warily, my eyes wide with fear. "I wish I could -" I yank the door open and slide out. I don't want to hear her apologies. There's nothing she can do for me anyway. She's bound by a blood oath to the Alpha. If she goes against him, she'll either be killed or, even worse, exiled. Exile is every werewolf's worst nightmare. Breaking the bond with the pack turns you into a lone rogue. And if no other pack takes you in right away, it's a one - way ticket to a slow, agonizing madness. "Thanks, Marva," I manage a weak smile. She tries to smile back, but it falters. I tear my gaze away from her and head inside the pack house. Just as I'd expected, I run into Harry in the living area. The moment our eyes meet, my hands start shaking like leaves. His eyes flash a fierce golden. That's a dead - giveaway of his instant fury. It means his wolf is struggling to break free and shift. "Where the hell have you been?" He hisses, stalking towards me. My hands tremble at my sides. I know I'm defenseless without a wolf. I can't even protect myself. "Answer me!" He grabs my jaw roughly, squeezing it hard. Pain clouds my vision. I scratch at his hands, but he just presses down harder. "Let me go," I shriek. "You reek of another guy," he growls, his breath hot in my face. His normally brown eyes are still ablaze with that golden glow, showing that his wolf is just as pissed as he is. "Leave me alone, Harry," I thrash around, trying to push him away. "Leave you?" He seethes and throws me back. My spine hits the wall, and then I slide down, my left side slamming into the floor. The sickening sound of bones cracking makes my stomach churn. I let out scream after scream. And Harry doesn't stop there. I lose count of how many times his fists pound into my face or his legs kick me all over. He doesn't let up until I'm crawling on my hands and knees, begging him to stop. My nails break at the roots. My body is a broken mess. He gives me one last kick in the ribs, and there's another crack. Then he steps back. "Try to mess with me again, and you're done, slt," he spits on my blood - covered body after his cruel words. After he's finished, Harry just leaves me there. I'm in agony, barely clinging to life. It's not the first time. I know I'm about to pass out. And when I wake up, I'll still be lying in the same spot. I'll have to tend to my own wounds, cry alone, and suffer without anyone to comfort me. "Whose btard is it?" Alpha Daniel growls in my face. I squeeze my eyes shut. "I - I don't know." "I'm asking you for the last time, Layla!" His fist slams into my face, knocking me to the ground. "I don't know, Alpha," I cry out, immediately pulling my knees up to protect my stomach from the blows. One mistake. One night. And fate just wouldn't let it go. I found out I was pregnant just a month later. It's pretty rare for werewolves. The baby growing inside me isn't ordinary. When I secretly went to see the pack doctor, Vera, she told me it's a powerful breed and it's growing super fast. I'll be ready to give birth in six months instead of eight. When I heard all that, my first thought was to get rid of it. I wasn't in any position to raise a kid. But I just couldn't do it. How could I get rid of a part of me? This baby is my flesh and blood. The thought of killing it, killing an innocent child, is like killing myself. This baby is mine, and I'm not giving it up. So, I decided I'd run away tonight to save my baby and myself. But Doctor Vera told Alpha Daniel the truth. And now, here we are in his pack office, and he's beating the crap out of me. He kicks my arms. Animal - like growls rumble from his lips. He keeps hitting me, and I just take it, doing my best to shield my stomach. Today, I'm not screaming. I'm not going to scream ever again. I'm going to endure it until I get a chance. And when I do, I'm never looking back. I'm going to build a life for myself. I'm going to raise this baby with all the love and care in the world. The door to his office bursts open. I peek out from behind my elbow to see who it is. "Dad!" Harry yells. Alpha Daniel stops hitting me and turns to his son. He's breathing hard after all the damage he's done to me. I, on the other hand, am too scared to move. I'm afraid my body's going to fall apart. I bite down hard on my lower lip to stop the small cries of pain from escaping. I'm not going to be weak anymore. I'm going to be strong for the baby. I'm going to be brave and smart, all for the life growing inside me. "You were going to kill her," Harry sighs. "This bh won't die that easily. She's a curse!" Alpha Daniel hisses at him. "She might be a curse, but she's not indestructible, Dad," he rolls his eyes and walks over to me. Harry crouches down and touches my elbow. Despite my best efforts, a whimper slips out. He shakes his head and grabs my arms, pulling me into a sitting position. Everything hurts. My arms, my head, my insides. Tears fill my eyes as the pain becomes almost too much to bear. "Come on. Get up," Harry pulls me to my feet. I follow him without a word of protest. He leads me out of his father's office. "Get that damn btard out of her, Harry," Alpha Daniel sneers just before the door closes behind me. My eyes widen in terror. I look at Harry and find him already smirking at me. He's going to force me to have an abortion. I just know it.	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2,676,213	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2025-02-01 12:27	active	2401	Tickets for Citi Event Group presents All Jokes & Love in the Citi	Ok, we're one week away until "All Jokes & Love in the Citi"! We're painting the Citi Redd with laughter and love! The support is real and we thank ya'll! We want to personally thank our sponsors for their support and the want to engage in the community. Clement Ford is one of the only dealers I know that create friendships within their customers (I'm definitely a faithful customer). The Diamond Family is a family all in it's own. They're one of the most respected jewelers in the area and they donate to those in need all year round. On behalf of the Diamond Family we are giving away 5 gifts during the concert on Saturday, February 8th! 🎉Like & Share🎉 We will randomly giveaway 2 tickets to 3 people during the last week for our "Like & Share" contest! Just "Like" this post and share to enter. Thank you for believing in Citi Event Group! https://www.ticketweb.com/event/citi-event-group-presents-all-the-hawthorn-tickets/14103813?pl=hawthorn	LEARN_MORE	https://www.ticketweb.com/event/citi-event-group-p	Tish Wilson	https://www.facebook.com/citigirlceo/	1,391	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	ticketweb.com	IMAGE	Find tickets for Citi Event Group showing at the The Hawthorn - St. Louis, US Saturday Feb 8, 7:00PM Tickets starting at $55.00	https://www.ticketweb.com/event/citi-event-group-presents-all-the-hawthorn-tickets/14103813?pl=hawthorn	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475508129_1124306552346220_8502998667188213455_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=108&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xFrnAYM_As0Q7kNvgE1XbIr&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ATJX_w8Q-D-jWwm1BoESf4d&oh=00_AYCaVUL6dvYlgkIO9WAtG2-Q3MzlgJvopfYS18T4LrfXfg&oe=67A42E20	PERSON_PROFILE	Tish Wilson	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,676,215	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2676208}'	No	2025-02-01 12:27	active	2401	Ferry Street Ink, Everett MA	Ferry Street Ink, Everett MA 🤘TATTOOS & PIERCINGS🤘 Simply Enter by getting a tattoo or piercing each month of this year!!! You could win a surprise Gift??? We are Celebrating 20 years in Business by giving back to our forever growing family of friends at …… FERRY STREET INK!! 8 Ferry St. Everett Ma 02149 617-389-8280 End of this Week you shall see our January Winner and the Very Cool Gift they have won!!! So come on down to FSI this month “February” to be entered into this new month’s giveaway!! Please Share or tag a friend!! Thank you!! We appreciate YOU!	CALL_NOW		Ferry Street Ink, Everett MA	https://www.facebook.com/ferrystreetink/	5,772	1969-12-31 18:00	Call now		IMAGE	Best of Boston 2011. Custom Tattoos & Body Piercing: 40 Years of combined experience!		1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475753515_3974462492822423_540390260657976249_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=K6rUUe9gGz0Q7kNvgFroQNg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ATJX_w8Q-D-jWwm1BoESf4d&oh=00_AYAdp0B0Dt5RQXZW-FgRxd1AE0ceu90ci5825At7ctm40Q&oe=67A41CA9	PERSON_PROFILE	Ferry Street Ink, Everett MA	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,676,217	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2676208}'	No	2025-02-01 12:27	active	2401		FEBRUARY NEW RELEASE + GIVEAWAY 2025 is in full swing and we've just released NEW pattern-themed DIY project designs for February🌟 From bold geometric prints to vintage flourishes to whimsical florals, there's something perfect for every home. We’d love to host you soon for a DIY experience that will have you channeling your inner artist! We are giving one lucky winner a free workshop! To enter: 💕 like this post 💕 comment which new release project is your favorite 💕 like our page BONUS: share this post! Every 15 shares, we will draw an additional winner www.boardandbrush.com/sunprairie	NO_BUTTON		Board & Brush Sun Prairie, WI	https://www.facebook.com/boardandbrushsunprairie/	8,386	1969-12-31 18:00	No button		MULTI_IMAGES			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/475442179_2610700002460053_6830968586601952881_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=j-O_Zi15TYQQ7kNvgHL1BMR&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ATJX_w8Q-D-jWwm1BoESf4d&oh=00_AYDNVF539qtnCwhrk9pwIRLxNPbH3gb8mCCoEOFs9LyatA&oe=67A4467C	PERSON_PROFILE	Board & Brush Sun Prairie, WI	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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