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2,702,192	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702187}'	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	{{product.name}}	Win a painting by joining my mailing list (value $385).	LEARN_MORE	https://timonsloane.com/painting-giveaway?utm_sour	Timon Sloane Fine Art	https://www.facebook.com/timon.sloane.studios/	763	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	timonsloane.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://timonsloane.com/painting-giveaway?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=facebook-feed&utm_campaign=+EmailSignupFeb25&utm_term=Facebook&utm_content=TrailOfFoam	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481046806_1004489481526402_8125343909437484696_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=BbbFldtQOagQ7kNvgG6FG_O&_nc_oc=AdgLNiwT20T2v4_hL4VkMcM4ESam4WgY9Mwv_v2A6z3B9VrJbY-yvK0KytnGVNOl--3Syi65qUW-nIGjp-cqqv0_&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AmOM9KLVAMsbVtIUVgtRAcP&oh=00_AYCplQa5WXLo_yVIr9RvZ8ulpo94cZcN2ubl_sG_Jp9H6g&oe=67C5BEA5	PERSON_PROFILE	Timon Sloane Fine Art	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,311	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642		🎁Women’s Day is here—time to treat yourself! 💖 Coleyes colored contacts are offering amazing deals: 💕Buy 2, Get 1 Free—get 3 pairs easily! 💕Buy 3, Get 2 Free—take home 5 pairs! 💕10 pairs for just $99 (as low as $9.9/pair!) Our contacts are not only stylish but also super comfortable! Made with breathable materials, you can wear them all day without dryness. 👌 Multiple styles available for every occasion, whether it’s for daily wear or party nights—we’ve got you covered! 💃 Limited time offer—shop now! 🛒 👉 Click the link to shop now!	SHOP_NOW	https://coleyes.com/collections/trending-styles-yo	Coleyes	https://www.facebook.com/Coleyesofficial/	9,852	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop now	coleyes.com	VIDEO		https://coleyes.com/collections/trending-styles-you'll-love?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=dynamic&utm_campaign=JL_POST(yalllovemara_kol模版_kol模版)_ASC_250227	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/481664935_2429177070763969_6780179598113061403_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=mGCmh8wDfVoQ7kNvgH6q4kH&_nc_oc=AdhRy7GuPIHlL6BC7OX3aQBTkfJWskNxBkZTTnPEcQf5A3zhKgEjk12etCMbWk6cOVaGjheOgMwbPJ4JfrI89ItL&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AHaIePKHK860augCVNkgWjk&oh=00_AYDcK7VgrlWdBgclqYgX9NhgX6W0qZF7Gm4Bb5T6h9b2vw&oe=67C5EABF	PERSON_PROFILE	Coleyes	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,527	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2701496}'	No	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	Get Your Free Quote Today👉	Hey South Metro Homeowners! 👋 My name is Ryan Pettis and I'm the proud owner of Pettis Painting! We’ve helped 200+ clients transform their houses into their dream homes. Being a part of such a wonderful community means so much to us and keeps our team motivated to work as hard as possible for all of our Minnetonka, Farmington, Lakeville, Apple Valley, Eagan, Burnsville & surrounding neighbors! We’re currently booking up our team’s schedule for this year, so if you’re interested in getting some help with that painting project, send us a message and ask for your free quote! Best Regards, Ryan Pettis Pettis Painting Our Services Include: ✅ Interior Painting ✅ Exterior Painting ✅ Cabinet Refinishing ✅ Wood Staining & Protection Why choose Pettis Painting? ⭐️ Family Owned & Locally Operated ⭐️ 40+ Years of Combined Experience ⭐️ Liability Insurance Coverage ⭐️ Rated 5-Stars On Google ⭐️ Fully Licensed & Insured ⭐️ Best in Class Paints & Primers ⭐️ Professional & Always On-Time ⭐️ Stress-Free Process ⭐️ 100% Satisfaction Guaranteed Contact us today! Call, message, or email us and secure your 100% FREE estimate!	GET_QUOTE	http://fb.me/	Pettis Painting	https://www.facebook.com/PettisPaintingg/	364	1969-12-31 18:00	Get quote	fb.me	IMAGE	⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Rated	http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480735256_601563902688005_9145024952803105016_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=L5io2u_CwZwQ7kNvgG0eXdv&_nc_oc=AdhEa2aRiWAk87q_tNMccc-TQN12ogCPiAnWbFcWwly6cDb96O3zWq4Y5sFATGy2OyYYdtBAIaqEkv7HSeEOZGIQ&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A10TPVYiCgyy4Qg8Rz_GVkE&oh=00_AYCbBt2Q1Iqf7CYluI2hHU8dgN55HjDXz0PUZorT75xYOA&oe=67C5CB22	PERSON_PROFILE	Pettis Painting	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,701,723	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2701721}'	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	Self-Employed Workers Qualify	Qualifying self-employed workers, independent contractors, freelancers and gig workers are eligible. Workers may learn if they qualify and how much they are eligible for in about 2-minutes. There's no up front cost to sign up with us and let us help. Time limits apply. The deadline for most workers is April 18, 2025.	SIGN_UP	https://www.clearpeakpartners.com/welcome	ClearPeak Partners	https://www.facebook.com/61572533183836/	34	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign up	www.clearpeakpartners.com	VIDEO	Time limits apply.	https://www.clearpeakpartners.com/welcome	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/478246150_1950922248769243_742655419509070385_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qlP_E6vfm0EQ7kNvgFWLCw6&_nc_oc=AdgbEMmvGCJxLnMcwmQ0Ti2dq8-S353Z4hX1ldQrNn14yxNZX4iLkYRP-NGfOd2kgVYxWxmyChqmi7-XBbX0Ptlk&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AoHszo37dt3u_n_lHleRFfb&oh=00_AYBKWrWhffG69KPfcCr0Vf5KmTJAkR4E8-CCXyiZisa_yA&oe=67C5E4AA	PERSON_PROFILE	ClearPeak Partners	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,052	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2701517}'	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642		Friday March 7th at The Get Down Ultra Lounge 🚨The 90's Throwback Jumpoff🚨 Turning up one time for the Pisces!!!! Jello Shots I 90's Hip Hop Trivia Happy Hour begins at 7pm with $2 shots of Jose Cuervo Gold/Silver. Dj Crazy One will be in the mix from 7pm-10pm. The Incredible Dj Leeper (also a Pisces) and Dj Real will be goin in from 10pm-2am! $5 Cover I Must be 30+ to attend.			The Get Down Ultra Lounge	https://www.facebook.com/100063519865801/	2,992	1969-12-31 18:00			IMAGE			1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/480781917_1692948858325696_6660334872040347608_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ktIqJdgCKgIQ7kNvgGLA5a5&_nc_oc=AdjCD8DZ37EKMUCBqcQem55G4ycv8YRtY4vNs_kgYdR2Ee906GkDdSLbo5DeQVU2ihoGYbX7VbsrW4iApago572G&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A32Z0pn4ohAt4M1Kd9mtnXf&oh=00_AYAvfCvA-Ffrzus1rDlu8WiaNs8od_cRrvBXS1b-DAG5FQ&oe=67C5BEA9	PERSON_PROFILE	The Get Down Ultra Lounge	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,701,664	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2701496}'	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	dare to love yourself ❣️	free birthday shoot for our miami queens 🫶🏼 limited spots available 🤍 ♒️✨ ✨ award-winning photoshoot session ✨ fully guided with our all women team ✨ your favorite photo from the photoshoot ✨ natural photo retouching ✨ option to purchase additional photos	APPLY_NOW	http://fb.me/	Nuovo Artistic Photography	https://www.facebook.com/NuovoPhotography/	37,114	1969-12-31 18:00	Apply Now	fb.me	DCO	wear nothing but confidence	http://fb.me/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/473652432_2041195459732521_4179847638223232051_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60_tt6&_nc_cat=101&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=rFl4eUH6WqMQ7kNvgF4RHpF&_nc_oc=Adg3qlUxzBMD8xIk8d8XBpD0bA1rMtwVlQhA3JrHFeSfWiV6cMfOt_7I6n1C3xxGjmea9qZajrXgSOzUEH-HJX98&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=AIfsjI-Fh4NyhgrGq6gdIW4&oh=00_AYDYEI1g1_U0mqtR0BzoFjxmVwHETyBveYE4PdD-3Oy7Bg&oe=67C5B8A1	PERSON_PROFILE	Nuovo Artistic Photography	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,702,256	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2702255}'	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	❤️🔥Relentless Pursuit After Divorce	Jones' residence. In the bathroom, the sound of running water echoed, surrounded by warm white light, white steam filled the air, enveloping a beautiful silhouette. "Click—" The unlocked bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, startling Elly Campbell who was in the shower. She quickly grabbed a nearby towel, wrapped herself in it, and turned off the hot water. As the steam slowly cleared, the handsome man at the door came into view. But on that face, a coldness was gathered, and those eyes that resembled frozen ice were resting on her at this moment. "Adam... Adam?" Seeing the man before her, Elly couldn't hide her surprise. Obviously, she had not expected him to return at this time. Adam Jones closed the door and strode toward her, his expression icy. His usually reserved eyes now held a bone-chilling aura as he approached Elly. "Adam..." Just as she was about to speak, Adam suddenly yanked her forward, slamming her against the washstand. Her waist struck the marble countertop, making her wince in pain. Adam ruthlessly yanked away her towel. She snapped her gaze to him, her hands instinctively shielding herself. "Adam, what are you doing?" "What do you think I am doing?" His sharp, thin lips curled into a cruel, bloodthirsty smile.With deliberate ease, his well-defined fingers unfastened his shirt, the buttons hitting the floor with crisp, echoing clinks that sent a shiver through Elly. His gaze was dark and terrifying—she had never seen him this ferocious before. "Adam, let me go!" Adam's grip tightened around her wrist, immobilizing her and sending a sharp pain through her arm. Elly's brow furrowed even deeper. "What? Putting on an act again now that you come to my front?" Putting on an act? Elly's heart was deeply wounded by this word spoken by Adam. Three years, three years of marriage, was everything she ever did in Adam's eyes just an act? "You have made too many complaints to grandma so frequently, tonight I will make your wish come true. After tonight, shut your mouth and behave!" Elly had no idea what she did tonight to anger Adam, but every word he spoke was like countless knives plunging deep into her heart. He struggled desperately to break free from Adam, but he was like an enraged beast, intent on devouring her. No matter how hard she fought, she was powerless against him. Whether it was at this moment only, or her years of feelings towards this man. A bitter smile tugged at her lips as she stopped struggling. Sensing her sudden compliance, Adam's movements faltered slightly in his fury, his gaze shifting to Elly. The bitterness in her eyes struck a deep, hidden part of his heart—one he never wanted to be touched. His brows instantly knit together. Yet the memory of what she had done to him reignited his suppressed rage, surging back with full force. 002. Foolishly Lovesick_1 When it was all over, Elly Campbell stood silently, watching the bathroom still cloaked in steam. There was no trace of joy on her face, nor in her heart. She had never imagined that a moment meant to be beautiful for both of them would begin like this. In pain, Elly half-squatted on the floor. Adam Jones only cast her a cold glance before stepping into the shower. After a quick rinse, he wrapped a towel around himself and walked out. It took Elly a long time to recover from the sharp, tearing pain. Slowly, she got up from the ground and made her way to the shower to clean herself. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, her face, pale as paper, couldn't mask her delicate beauty. Yet it had never once captured Adam's attention. With a sardonic tug at the corner of her lips, Elly unexpectedly noticed that Adam Jones was still in the room. This was the marital bedroom she shared with Adam Jones, yet in three years, his visits could be counted on one hand, let alone him staying the night. At that moment, Adam, already dressed, sat on the sofa with his long legs casually crossed. He looked down at Elly with an air of superiority. That look was familiar to Elly, but tonight... it was so sharp that it made her feel utterly humiliated. Elly raised her eyes to meet his, her voice hoarse as she asked, "Is there something else?" Standing before her, Adam looked down at the woman—her body marked with wounds, her face pale. But it was her calmness that irked him. His words came out cold and ruthless. "Sophie is back. I'm giving you one day to get out of here." Elly's body stiffened. In her stunned gaze, a flicker of disbelief appeared. "Sophie Baker is back?" Sophie Baker—Elly wasn't unfamiliar with the name, even though Sophie had never actually appeared in her life. Yet, she had always lingered in Elly's existence. Elly gazed into Adam's eyes for a long time. Those bottomless eyes, whenever they met hers, were always as cold as bayonets. She watched him silently, the memory of that tender, sunny-smiled boy becoming more and more distant, fading into blur. After a long moment, she took a deep breath, as if gathering all her courage, and asked softly, "Adam, in these three years, was there ever a moment... when you liked me?" As the words left her lips, Elly knew she had crushed all her dignity beneath her feet. The tears threatening to spill from her eyes were forcefully held back. Adam's body tensed, caught off guard by Elly's question. A brief flicker of confusion passed through his profound eyes. But the confusion just passed away in an instant. He stared at her in silence for a long while before letting out a scornful, mocking laugh. "What do you think?" Elly saw the mockery in his gaze, as if he were laughing at her for being foolishly lovesick. She laughed along, feeling the absurdity of her question, realizing how utterly self-unaware she had been. If Adam had ever liked her, even just a little over the past three years, he wouldn't be humiliating her like this now. Adam couldn't understand why she suddenly laughed. When he mentioned Sophie, Elly's response had been unexpectedly calm. It was too calm, in fact, for what a wife's reaction should have been. Watching her like that, Adam's unease deepened. For three years, she had always been proper and composed, never making a fuss—a considerate wife who never irritated him. But only he knew how venomous this woman's heart truly was. 003. The Outsiders_1 Whenever he thought of the things she had done, he couldn't help feeling disgusted, feeling like strangling her to death with his own hands. "I see." For a long while, the only response Adam heard from Elly Campbell was her calm statement before she walked toward the dressing room. Adam lifted his gaze, his intense eyes fixed on her slender back. Her reaction hadn't given him the satisfaction of revenge. Instead, it only made his frustration grow deeper. Elly Campbell emerged from the dressing room in fresh clothes, her hair still damp with water droplets. Without a trace of makeup, her beauty remained undeniable, impossible to look away from. Though he despised her, hated her to the core, he couldn't deny that she had a face that could topple nations. When he first saw her in his youth, he... He shut his eyes tightly, unwilling to let his thoughts wander any further. Elly Campbell hadn't expected Adam Jones to still be in the room. She paused, hesitating for a moment before walking toward him, only to meet his eyes as they suddenly snapped open. His dark eyes, like a whirlpool, still held a mystery she had yet to understand. At that moment, she found herself wondering: what had been the point of her persistence and effort over the past three years? "Adam..." After opening and closing her mouth several times, the many words that had reached her lips were swallowed back down. Finally, she spoke slowly, "I'm sorry, I didn't know my one-sided feelings can make you so unhappy." As she spoke those words, a sharp sting pierced her heart. That dull, lingering ache grew unbearably intense the moment she resolved to finally let go of Adam Jones. When she looked up again, the reluctance that had resurfaced countless times over the past three years now felt much fainter. And that simple "I'm sorry" made Adam Jones's heart suddenly waver. His usually cold eyes lingered on her calm, resigned face, and for a fleeting moment, an unfamiliar panic surged through him. After speaking, Elly Campbell turned and walked away, the eyes that had once clung to him not sparing him another glance. As she reached the door, an unsettling panic tightened in Adam Jones's chest. Before he could stop himself, his voice rang out, "Where are you going?" "I'm going to the hospital to visit Grandma." Elly Campbell didn't turn back, her response drifting over her shoulder without hesitation. Adam Jones's heart was in turmoil, irritation surging within him. Why did this damned woman have to say that just now? Did she think he would waver? Did she think a single "sorry" would erase the disgusting things she had done? "You don't need to leave. Grandma is still in a coma—it's not convenient for outsiders to disturb." Outsiders... Elly Campbell forced a smile, nodding her head, accepting this status. "Alright, then." She replied softly, then added, "I'm quite busy these days. I'll move out when I have time." After three years of holding on, she hadn't expected to fail in the end. All her efforts, all the compromises she made in hopes of reaching Adam Jones, had been nothing more than a cruel joke. This was the answer Adam Jones had always wanted. Yet, paradoxically, instead of satisfaction, a deeper sense of panic and irritation clawed at him. He shot a cold glance at Elly Campbell, unable to resist a sarcastic remark. "Do you think dragging it out for a few days will make me change my mind?" The mocking tone made Elly Campbell frown as she turned to face his cold, disdainful gaze. "Adam Jones, if three years couldn't change your mind, what difference would a few days make? Or do you have so little confidence in yourself?" 004. Divorce Agreement_1 She saw him suddenly freeze, and without thinking, her lips curled into a cynical smile. Without sparing Adam Jones another glance, she opened the door and walked out. For reasons he couldn't explain, a heavy weight settled in his chest at that moment—an unfamiliar ache quietly surfacing within him. The next second, he abruptly rose from the couch, strode to the floor-to-ceiling window, and watched as Elly Campbell's car slowly disappeared through the villa's gate. Only when the taillights faded completely into the night, leaving not a single trace of light, did Adam Jones finally look away. Pressing a hand to his chest, where a dull ache lingered, he closed his eyes. Elly Campbell's calm, almost relieved expression as she spoke to him replayed in his mind, making the unease in his heart grow even stronger. "One-sided feelings?" His eyes slowly opened, and as he stared into the silent night, Adam Jones's lips curled into a mocking, cold smile. "Elly Campbell, in these three years, was it really just one-sided on your part?" If she had truly cared for him, how could she have... back then? A shadow briefly flickered in the depths of Adam Jones's eyes, but he quickly buried it, pushing the thought aside. *** Elly Campbell stood in front of the Jones Corporation building, her gaze rising to the glittering gold letters spelling "Jones Group." She clenched the papers in her hand and walked inside. "Hello, is Assistant Green available?" she asked politely as she approached the reception desk. The receptionist, as the face of Jones Corporation, was expected to maintain unwavering courtesy and a smile, regardless of how tedious the task. Even so, her eyes showed clear disdain as she looked at Elly Campbell. "Do you have an appointment?" Assistant Green was President Jones's personal aide, and many people sought to get close to him. Elly Campbell noticed the hostility in the receptionist's gaze but didn't let it bother her. She simply smiled faintly and shook her head. "No." "I'm sorry, but if you don't have an appointment, you'll need to wait over there for a while." The receptionist smiled politely and gestured toward a seat in the waiting area, making it clear she had no intention of calling upstairs, effectively declining Elly Campbell's request. "Okay." Elly nodded with a friendly demeanor and turned to head toward the waiting area. But as she did, a surprised voice, laced with a hint of respect, came from behind her. "Madam." As Robert Green stepped out of the elevator, he spotted the familiar figure in the distance and instinctively called out. Elly Campbell turned her head, and Robert Green quickly made his way over to her. "Madam, are you here to see the president? He's currently in a meeting, or would you..." "No, I'm here to see you." Elly Campbell curtly interrupted Robert Green, handing over the paper to him. "Could you give this to Adam Jones? When he has a moment, ask him to sign it, please." She knew that if it weren't for his grandmother Lady Jones, who pressured him, Adam Jones would never have agreed to marry her in the first place. This time, she was certain he'd sign the divorce papers quickly and without hesitation. Without waiting for Robert Green to respond, Elly Campbell turned and left, feeling a sudden weight lift as she ended this three-year marriage with a stranger. Robert Green stood frozen, his gaze fixed on the glaring "Divorce Agreement" in his hand. A sharp throb in his temples made him wonder. Was Madam giving him an impossible task? Had she realized she'd handed him a hot issue, one so scorching he couldn't even handle it? And the woman at the reception desk was totally startled by how Robert Green addressed that lady. Madam? The president's wife? Did that mean the president was actually married? But how could there be no news about a man like the president getting married? 005. Pregnancy Checkup_1 Recalling her earlier behavior toward the president's wife, the receptionist couldn't help but shudder. At President's Office— Adam Jones flipped through the documents in his hands, his face expressionless. The sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows bathed him in a soft glow, adding a divine, almost ethereal quality to his already striking, chiseled features. Yet, no matter how much he tried, he couldn't focus on a single word. His mind kept returning to the image of Elly Campbell's calm, relieved expression as she walked out the door the day before, leaving him with a restless, unsettled feeling. Robert Green, holding the divorce agreement, hesitantly pushed open the door to the President's office, meeting Adam Jones's gaze. Adam's eyes were dark and unreadable, making it impossible to discern the emotions lurking beneath the surface. Noticing Robert's hesitation, he furrowed his brow and asked coldly, "What is it?" His voice, like his demeanor, carried an inherent chill, capable of freezing any warmth in its path the moment he spoke. Robert cautiously handed over the item Elly had asked him to deliver. "Sir, Madam just left this for you." Adam's brow twitched, and his piercing eyes fixed on the paper in Robert's hand, a sharp glint flashing through them as his gaze darkened. "Elly sent this?" The temperature in his voice seemed to drop even further, making Robert nod stiffly in response. Adam remained silent, his gaze fixed on the elegant signature at the bottom of the agreement—Elly Campbell's name. A divorce agreement? Elly Campbell, you really have some nerve! Anger flashed across Adam's face, a chilling fury that grew as his pupils darkened, harboring a storm of restraint. He stared at the asset division outlined in the agreement, his thin lips twisting into a cold, mocking smile. His sharp gaze seemed poised to tear the agreement apart with sheer will. "Sir..." Despite the bone-chilling atmosphere, Robert continued, his voice trembling, "Sir, Madam also said..." Adam's cold eyes slowly lifted to meet Robert's, and the latter shivered under the weight of the intense gaze. "What else did she say?" The simple words hit Robert like a blow from an ice cellar, relentless and cold, pounding on his head. "Madam said she wants you to sign the papers quickly and find a time to collect the certificate with her." Adam didn't respond, his gaze growing even more inscrutable. With a slight wave of his hand, Robert hastily retreated, feeling as though he'd been granted a reprieve, and carefully closed the office door behind him. "Divorce?" Adam's lips curled into a thin, cold smile. "Elly Campbell, why should everything go according to your plan?" His grip on the agreement tightened, the words "Divorce Agreement" glaring at him. With a dismissive flick of his wrist, he tossed the document into a drawer, shutting it away as if it were nothing more than a trivial matter. In his eyes, this was just another one of Elly's games, her tactics all too familiar, unworthy of his involvement. One month later— Elly Campbell stood frozen, staring at the lab report she had just collected from the director of the Obstetrics and Gynecology Department. The glaring numbers on the page confirmed it—she was pregnant. The one night she had spent with Adam Jones a month ago had unexpectedly led to this. 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2,702,498	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	🔥📚《The 'Deaf and Dead' Wife Strikes Back》ALL chapters for Free！😍💞💕🔥	🔥🔥Are you still paying to read novels? ! Come here and read all novels for free!!! It doesn’t cost a penny!!! Chapter 1 First Love A heavy rain began to pour relentlessly. At the entrance of the hospital. Standing at the hospital entrance, Cecilia Smith clutched the pregnancy test report in her delicate, frail hand. The result was unmistakable: not pregnant. “Three years into marriage and you're still not pregnant?” “You're so useless. If you don't get pregnant soon, the Rainsworth family will kick you out. What will become of the Smith family then?” Dressed to the nines and teetering on her high heels, Paula Escobar, Cecilia's mother, pointed at her, her face a mask of disappointment. Cecilia's eyes were empty. The words she longed to speak were stuck in her heart, finally condensing into a single sentence. “I'm sorry.” “I don't want you to apologize. What I want is for you to have a child with Nathaniel. Do you understand?” Cecilia's throat felt parched. She was unsure of how to respond to her. They had been married for three years, yet her husband, Nathaniel Rainsworth, had never laid a hand on her. How could there possibly be a child? Upon seeing her display of helplessness, Paula felt she was nothing like herself. “If you really can't manage, then help Nathaniel find a woman outside. He will surely remember your kindness.” Cecilia stared in disbelief at the retreating figure of her mother, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Her biological mother, astonishingly, had asked her to find another woman for her own husband. A chill instantly froze her heart to its core. As Cecilia sat in the car heading home, Paula's last words echoed in her mind, accompanied by a sudden, intermittent roaring in her ears. She knew her illness had worsened. At that moment, she received a text message. The message came from Nathaniel, as consistent as ever over the past three years. It read: I won't be coming home tonight. Throughout their three years of marriage, Nathaniel had never spent a single night at home, nor did he ever touch her. Cecilia still remembered their wedding night three years ago. He had said, “Since you from the Smith family dare to trick me into marriage, then be ready to face a lifetime of solitude.” Three years ago, the Smith and Rainsworth families had formed a business alliance through marriage. The promise had already been made, a mutual benefit shared between both parties. However, on the day of the wedding, the Smith family unexpectedly changed their minds. They transferred all of their assets, including the several billion given to Nathaniel for marrying Cecilia, elsewhere. A shadow crossed Cecilia's eyes, but she responded to Nathaniel's message with a simple “okay” as usual. Without realizing it, she had crumpled the pregnancy test report in her hand into a wrinkled ball. When she got home, she tossed it into the trash can. Every month, at this particular time, she would feel especially drained. She didn't make any dinner and spent a while leaning on the couch, drifting in and out of a dreamlike state. She constantly heard a rumbling noise in her ears. This was also a reason why Nathaniel despised her. She was hard of hearing, which, in high society, was akin to having a disability. How could Nathaniel possibly allow her to have a child in such a state? The wall clock emitted a dull sound. It was five in the morning. In another hour, Nathaniel would be back. Only after daybreak did Cecilia realize that she had unknowingly spent the entire night asleep on the couch. She hurriedly got up to prepare breakfast for Nathaniel, fearing even a moment's delay. Nathaniel was meticulous in his work, with a stringent regard for time. Once, Cecilia had to attend her father's funeral and forgot to return on time to prepare his breakfast. Afterward, he didn't send her a single message nor spoke a word to her for an entire month. At six o'clock, Nathaniel returned punctually. He was impeccably dressed in a suit, his tall and slender figure exuding a restrained elegance. His handsome features were striking, yet they didn't lack a certain masculine charm. But in Cecilia's eyes, his reflection was nothing but cold and detached. Without even looking at Cecilia, he pulled out a chair and sat down. “You don't need to make breakfast for me anymore.” Cecilia was taken aback. She wasn't sure if it was instinct or something else, but the words she uttered reflected a humility she herself hadn't even realized. “Did I do something wrong?” Nathaniel looked up, his eyes meeting Cecilia's face, which had stayed impassive for the past three years. His lips parted slightly. “What I want is a wife, not a housekeeper.” For three years, Cecilia was always seen wearing the same light gray attire. Even when responding to text messages, she would use the same single word, “okay.” If it weren't for the business alliance and the deception of the Smith family, Nathaniel wouldn't have married such a woman. She was simply not his match. What I want is a wife, not a housekeeper. The ringing in Cecilia's ears grew louder. A lump formed in her throat, and yet, she uttered the word that Nathaniel disliked the most. “Okay.” Suddenly, Nathaniel found himself feeling particularly moody, even his favorite breakfast on the table seemed unusually bland and tasteless. He rose to his feet, pulling the chair back in irritation, ready to leave. To his surprise, Cecilia mustered her courage and seized his hand. “Nathaniel, is there someone you like?” That sudden question caused Nathaniel's eyes to darken. “What do you mean?” Cecilia looked up at the person standing before her. Nathaniel was not just her husband of three years, but also the man she had pursued and loved for twelve years. Swallowing down the bitterness in her throat, Cecilia thought about Paula's words and said, “Nathaniel, if there's someone you like, you can be with—” Before she could finish her sentence, Nathaniel had already cut her off. “You're crazy.” In the end, life is all about continuously letting go. After Nathaniel left, Cecilia found herself alone on the balcony, staring blankly at the rain outside. She had to admit that even after twelve years of adoring Nathaniel, she still didn't understand him. The sound of the rain was sometimes clear and sometimes muffled. A month ago, the doctor had said, “Ms. Smith, your auditory nerves and central nervous system have undergone pathological changes, which have consequently led to a further decline in your hearing.” “Isn't there a way to treat it?” The doctor shook his head. “Long-term sensorineural hearing loss doesn't respond well to medication. My advice would be to continue using the hearing aid for auditory rehabilitation.” Cecilia understood what the doctor meant; there was no cure available. She removed her hearing aid. In Cecilia's world, everything began to settle into tranquility. She wasn't accustomed to such a quiet world. Upon entering the living room, she turned on the television. The volume was turned up to the maximum, and only then could a faint sound be barely heard. The television was airing an interview with Stella Ross, the internationally acclaimed queen of love songs, upon her return to the country. Cecilia's hand, holding the remote control, trembled. It wasn't for any other reason, but because Stella was once Nathaniel's first love. After many years apart, Stella was still as beautiful as ever. She faced the camera with ease and confidence, no longer the shy and self-conscious Cinderella who once sought the Smith family's financial support. When reporters asked Stella why she had returned, she boldly replied, “I came back to reclaim my first love.” The remote control in Cecilia's hand hit the floor. At the same moment, her heart sank. The rain outside seemed to have intensified. Cecilia was scared. She feared that Stella would steal Nathaniel away from her. Back then, she was the cherished daughter of the Smith family, yet she still couldn't outshine Stella, who had no background at all. Now, Stella had become an internationally famous love song singer, exuding confidence and positivity. Naturally, she was not her match. Cecilia panicked and swiftly turned off the television, then proceeded to clean up the untouched breakfast. When she arrived in the kitchen, she realized that Nathaniel had left his phone behind. She picked up the phone, accidentally unlocking it, and her eyes landed on an unread text message displayed on the screen. Chapter 2 I Truly Pity You Stella: Nathaniel, it must have been a rough couple of years for you. Stella: I know you don't love her. Let's meet tonight. I really miss you. Cecilia couldn't return to her senses until the screen went dark. She hailed a cab and headed toward Nathaniel's company. On the way, she gazed out the window. The pitter-patter of the rain seemed as if it would never cease. Nathaniel didn't like it when Cecilia visited his office, so every time she came to see him, she would use the service elevator at the back. Nathaniel's personal assistant, Mason Sanders, saw Cecilia approaching. He simply greeted her with a cool, “Ms. Smith.” No one by Nathaniel's side acknowledged her as the lady of the Rainsworth family. She was an existence that couldn't be seen in public. When Nathaniel saw the phone that Cecilia had brought, his brows furrowed slightly. She was always the same. Whether it was a forgotten lunch, a document, a piece of clothing, or an umbrella, she would always bring them to him whenever he left them behind. “Didn't I mention before, there's no need for you to go out of your way to deliver things to me.” Cecilia was taken aback. “Sorry, I forgot.” When did my memory become so poor? Perhaps it was the sight of the text message from Stella that had truly frightened her for a moment. She was afraid that Nathaniel would suddenly just vanish. As she was about to leave, she turned to look back at Nathaniel. Despite her efforts to hold back, she finally asked, “Nathaniel, do you still have feelings for Stella?” Nathaniel found Cecilia's recent behavior quite peculiar. 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2,701,783	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	Read next chapter	On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancé and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bldshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an aair with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a mrderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a vgin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A gnshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a gnfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bld. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a ttoo on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his gn and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's tptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with leerous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bld spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bld-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B*ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, gn in hand, and unleashed a hail of bllets on the stunned thgs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bldy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bld splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bld, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bld from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bld clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her tgue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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2,701,779	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2025-02-27 01:09	active	2642	Read next chapter	On her wedding day, her stepsister set her up, framing her with accusations of promiscuity, academic fraud, and attempted murder. She was personally brought to court by her fiancé and imprisoned for three years, enduring inhuman torment! ===== On the day Khloe Evans was put on trial by her fiance, it was raining heavily. "Khloe Evans, you are suspected of bribing competition judges, academic fraud, and attempted homicide. Do you plead guilty or not?" Inside the silent and solemn courtroom, the judge's gavel echoed, signaling the start of a tense moment. Khloe's bldshot eyes were filled with anger and desperation, staring at Eric Watson, her fiance. She couldn't help but sneer. They had spent four years from falling in love to getting married; she had always believed that he loved her deeply and that their married life would be blissful. But on their wedding day, he personally put her on trial because of her stepsister's words. The Watson family was one of the wealthiest and most influential families in the country. No one would dare to offend them for a nobody like her. Khloe said word by word, "I have nothing to say." All along, she thought Eric was the love of her life. But it turned out he had been having an aair with her stepsister, Sloane Evans. What was more, he had stolen her academic achievements. And now, he falsely accused her of being a mrderer. He was ruthless. What else could she say? The judge banged his gavel again and gave his verdict. "The court hereby sentences the defendant, Khloe Evans, to eight years in prison and a fine of three hundred thousand dollars." The trial concluded, and the prison guards escorted Khloe. As she walked out of the courtroom, Khloe turned and looked back at Eric, sitting in the plaintiff's seat, her eyes burning with deep hatred and fury. ...... Three years had passed. "Khloe Evans, someone has bailed you out. You're free to go." Upon hearing that, Khloe raised her head, her pale face filled with shock. After suffering from endless torture for three years, she had thought that she was bound to stay there for the full sentence. She didn't expect that she would be released one day. An hour after she was released from prison, Khloe was taken to a hospital. She entered a ward, and her heart clenched when she saw her mother through the ICU door, lying motionless in the hospital bed. With a pale face and various apparatus connected to her body, she looked lifeless. "Mom..." Khloe got all worked up, her voice trembling with emotion. She wanted to open the door and go in. "Stop it! This ward is specially secured. No one is allowed to enter without my permission." A female voice suddenly rang out behind her. Khloe turned around and was surprised to see the person who spoke. "Sloane? My mom severed ties with the Evans family long ago. Why are you still doing this to her?" As she spoke, she glared at Sloane with eyes full of hatred. Sloane looked at Khloe, a flicker of jealousy and disdain flashing across her eyes. Then, she sneered, "Khloe, looks like you are mistaken. I'm saving her. Without me, your mother would have died long ago. Perhaps, by the time you come out of prison, you will only see her tomb." Khloe took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Sloane, stop being so hypocritical. You are saving my mother? Only a fool will believe that. What are you really up to? You're using her to manipulate me, right?" "Khloe, you're as clever as ever. No wonder they called you the rising star of academia. But it's a pity that you are now a convict for attempted murder. And your fate is in my hands," Sloane taunted. "So, today, all you need to do is spend a night with Karl Russell. Then, I'll arrange for your release and your mother's treatment." "Karl Russell? That old man is already in his sixties. Are you out of your mind?" Khloe's eyes widened in disbelief. "So what? Should I care? It's you who are going to sleep with him, not me. As long as you spend one night with him, our family can secure the Russell family's arms deal. It's a very lucrative business. You should feel honored that you are selling out your body to make so much money for us. But if you refuse..." Sloane pointed to the ICU. "I'll have them remove your mom's life support, and she'll die right in front of you. I'll give you five seconds to decide. Five, four, three..." "Fine! I'll go," Khloe agreed in despair. This time, she could no longer suppress the tears she had been holding back. She was left with no choice. For the sake of her mother, she had to do it. After freshening up, Khloe was put into a car. Tonight, she was destined to sleep with a sixty-something disgusting man. And she was still a vgin. Chapter 2 Henrik Watson That night, the car glided through the deserted streets, headlights cutting into the night's inky darkness. Bang! A gnshot shattered the silence, deafening and ominously close. Glass sprayed across the seats as the car window exploded, fragments glittering in the dim streetlights. All hell broke loose. Terrified creams echoed in the street as the few remaining shops hurried to lower their shutters. The driver, white-faced and trembling, veered in a panic. The car skidded, tires screeching before slamming into the curb. He slumped forward, unconscious. Beside him, Khloe blinked, disoriented from the impact. Pressing a hand to her throbbing head, she tried to make sense of what had happened. Through the cracked window, she glimpsed flickering orange flames a short distance away. "Oh, no!" She'd stumbled straight into the deadly crossfires of a gnfight. It was likely a turf war turned ugly by two warring gangs. Steadying herself, Khloe pushed open the door and crouched low, inching towards the roadside. But before she could move further, a figure emerged from the darkness. Tall and powerfully built, he was moving fast. Even though a mask obscured most of his features, she could still see his intense eyes and the proud outline of his nose. A dark stain spread across his side, seeping through his clothes--bld. He stumbled towards her, breathing heavily, and collapsed at her feet. Just then, another group of burly men burst from the shadows, each armed to the teeth. Their faces were etched with vicious determination, each bearing a ttoo on the hand. "Perfect! He's down. Now, finish him off!" The leader, bald and snarling, held up his gn and pointed it towards the fallen man. Then, his gaze fell on Khloe. She was dressed to the nines, as she was meant to be a gift for a man tonight. A tight red dress hugged her perfect figure, accentuating her curves and complimenting her porcelain skin. Her glossy hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a delicate, doll-like face with wide, innocent eyes. In a word, she looked like a vision from a dream--or a man's tptation made flesh. The bald man's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with leerous intent. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before, and he wasn't about to let an opportunity like this slide. "While you're finishing him off, I'll help myself to this beauty." He lunged, shoving Khloe back against the shattered window, pressing his weight against her. "No, please!" she pleaded, her voice trembling as she tried to pull away. "Please don't hurt me." "Why would I hurt a beauty like you?" he taunted, his fingers gripping her shoulder tightly as he leaned closer, his hot breath on her skin. His men jeered behind him, urging him on, enjoying the show. But Khloe's hand moved, almost imperceptibly, reaching into her purse. In one swift, desperate motion, her fingers closed around a pen, and she drove it up into his neck with a fierce thrust. The bald man's eyes widened in shock as bld spurted from the wound, his grip loosening. Gone was the look of a damsel in distress; her eyes, which were so full of fear just a second earlier, now glinted with a cold light. What was once a delicate, angelic beauty had transformed into a bld-stained rose, dark and dangerous. "B*ch, you're asking for it!" The henchmen froze for a split second, then fury overcame them, and they charged at Khloe with murderous intent. Her voice cut through the chaos, sharp and commanding. "Don't move, or I'll pull the pen out! He'll bleed out on the spot!" The men abruptly stopped in their tracks. No one dared to move a muscle. At this moment, the man who'd been lying motionless suddenly sprang to life, gn in hand, and unleashed a hail of bllets on the stunned thgs. He moved with such agility that it was clear his injury had only been a ruse. Even the bald man Khloe held hostage collapsed in a bldy heap, a bullet having shattered his skull in an instant. Khloe spun her head just in time, avoiding the bld splatter. But her clothes and legs weren't so lucky; they were stained with bld, sticky and warm. "Ugh!" The sickly, metallic scent hit her, and her stomach churned. She couldn't stop herself from retching, knees buckling as she collapsed sideways. But before she hit the ground, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her upright. The man's grip was firm, his eyes dancing with amusement. "Feisty little thing, weren't you so badass just a second ago? What happened?" Khloe recoiled, shoving him away, her face twisting in defiance. "Let go of me!" Before she could get another word out, black-clad men suddenly emerged from the shadows, their faces hard, eyes cold. Even the surrounding rooftops showed silhouettes of these men, controlling all sniper points. Each man moved with such deadly precision, and Khloe could tell at a glance that they were all experienced killers. They brandished machine guns and rocket launchers with practiced ease, as though these were everyday items. In a word, they looked like an elite strike force--battle-hardened, lethal. Unexpectedly, one by one, they all started dropping to their knees, as though bowing before a king. Thousands of them bowed in unison. "Awaiting your orders, Mr. Watson," the leader announced reverently. Khloe's breath hitched. "Are you Henrik Watson?" Chapter 3 The Kiss Henrik accepted a handkerchief from his trusted aide, Rhett Foster, wiping the bld from his hands with deliberate, almost regal precision. He then removed his mask slowly, revealing a face that could seize anyone's breath. His eyes were dark, magnetic pools, deep enough to pull anyone in. And above his perfectly-shaped lips was a prominent, sculpted nose. His chiseled features conveyed both power and beauty, almost too flawless to belong to any ordinary man. It was the kind of face that could eclipse even the brightest stars in the showbiz. But more than his appearance, it was his aura--commanding, indomitable--that sent shivers down spines. This was a man who held dominion over countless lives. Henrik smiled, a flash of danger glinting in his eyes. "So what if I am?" Khloe's eyes went as wide as saucers. Henrik Watson--that name carried the weight of legend. Henrik had once been a branch member of the Watson family before vanishing into obscurity for ten long years. When he resurfaced, he singlehandedly seized control of the nation's underworld, rendering him a king without rival. In fact, he was so powerful that even the president treaded carefully around him. Khloe's ex-fiance, Eric, was a member of the Watson family, which had ascended from obscurity to supremacy solely thanks to Henrik. By blood, Eric was Henrik's nephew. So, if her marriage to Eric pushed through, Henrik would be her husband's uncle. Khloe's stepsister, Sloane, had maneuvered her into offering herself to Karl Russell. Though Karl held sway in the city, he was nothing against Henrik's underworld might. It was like comparing a lion to a mouse. As the thought struck her, hope flickered within Khloe. If she could gain Henrik's support, she might escape her forced sacrifice, and her mother could be saved. Steadying her breath, she asked tentatively, "Since I just helped you, could I ask you a favor?" Henrik's gaze sharpened, eyes gleaming with intrigue. It was the first time a woman had faced him with such poise, especially after witnessing him kill so many people. Interest piqued, Henrik strode towards Khloe with an almost lazy confidence, each step measured and unhurried. His sculpted fingers pinched her chin, lifting it so she was looking right at him. He held her gaze as he studied her with a trace of amusement in his eyes. His voice, low and rich, sent a chill through the air. "Do you have any idea who you're talking to? Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?" A shiver raced through Khloe's heart. His presence was overwhelming, like a storm cloud closing in, suffocating in its intensity. He was dangerous--merely speaking to him was like playing with fire. But she had nowhere else to turn; Henrik was her only chance. "I have a Ph.D. in chemistry and medicine, along with patents--highly profitable ones. If you help me, I can make you money," she said, voice steady but with a glint of desperation. Henrik shook his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Money?" he murmured, his fingers brushing her cheek. "Do I look like I lack money?" The scent of bld clung faintly to his skin, chilling her even as he remained outwardly gentle. Khloe's guard went up instinctively, her body tensing beneath his touch. "What do you want?" she ventured cautiously. "If it's within my power, I'm willing to exchange anything." A spark flickered in Henrik's dark eyes, something enigmatic and unreadable. He let his gaze drift over her as if considering her offer. "Anything, you say?" All of a sudden, he let out a chilling laugh. "Then I want this." In one swift motion, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. And there, before all his men, he kissed her. Chapter 4 Decisive Action The kiss came unexpectedly. Khloe was caught off guard, unable to respond in time. Henrik's subordinates stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. They had all worked for him for years, and never once had they seen him so close with a woman. Henrik had always been the type to keep his distance from women. In the past, women who approached him either ended up as fish food or were sent to toil in the mines at his orders. What kind of spell had this woman cast? How was it that she managed to make Henrik abandon all his usual rules, and all on their very first meeting? As the crowd remained stunned and puzzled, Khloe's thoughts swirled in chaos, making it impossible to think straight. Henrik's kiss was overwhelming, like a storm crashing down on her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She found herself trapped in his arms, held so tightly it felt as though she were a flower caught in a violent storm. Yet she was anything but fragile. Once the shock wore off, a surge of anger rose within her. For years, she had endured humiliation, her fall from grace plunging her into the darkest depths. But giving up was never an option; she had always been plotting her revenge. It was only natural that she refused to yield. Without hesitation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss with equal ferocity. After all, what harm could a kiss do? And the man was both devastatingly handsome and of high standing. She would not suffer any losses. She skillfully fought back with her tgue, refusing to let him dominate her entirely. Instead of pulling back, she met his intensity head-on, taking the lead. What began as a one-sided kiss quickly transformed into a fierce exchange, each of them vying for control, pushing and pulling in a heated battle for dominance. The kiss was fierce and all-consuming, each second more passionate than the last, until they were both gasping for air. When they finally pulled away, their lips were swollen and stained with bl**d, a testament to the intensity of the moment. Henrik let go of Khloe, his hand brushing against the corner of his mouth where her teeth had left their mark. His gaze was intense, locking onto her with a depth that seemed to pierce right through her. Khloe held his stare steadily, not flinching or showing even the slightest sign of discomfort. Her fearless attitude earned her the respect of those watching. It was clear now why Henrik was drawn to her. She was bold, with a courage that couldn't be ignored. She had the audacity to bite Henrik's lips, unafraid of the consequences. Henrik continued to gaze at Khloe, a growing satisfaction building within him. The sting on his lips reminded him sharply of what had just happened. The woman standing before him, with a face as stunning as an angel's, was no delicate flower. She was a thorny rose, and anyone foolish enough to underestimate her would undoubtedly pay the price. But that was exactly what made her so captivating--it was the danger beneath the beauty that drew him in. "Mr. Watson, is everything to your liking?" Khloe asked, breaking the stillness. "Yes, let's go," Henrik replied with a smile. "Now, let's take care of your little issue." ...... What happens next? 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