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2,194,743	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194799}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	Continue reading	Let Me Go, Alpha Chapter 1 The annual Alpha meeting was always about Dinlas and Victoria. Every year, he brought her along as if she were his Luna, flaunting her in front of the other packs while I stood by, watching in silence, enduring it all. Despite everything, I still wanted to be with him, hoping time would change everything. "You used your mother’s life to trap me into this marriage. I hope you’re satisfied, Theia. I may be your husband in public, but the woman I love is not you. Don't expect that I'll return your affection," he spat in disdain. “Sign these.” I threw the divorce papers at him and intoned coldly, “Since you badly wanted to be with Victoria, I’ll step aside. You two can finally be together.” “I’m sorry,” he whispered, “Theia... I’m so, so sorry. Let's start over again, okay?” —— I ran, my heart pounding in my heart like a drumbeat I couldn’t escape. The scent of blood thickened in the air as I neared the pack’s border, and a sickening dread crawled up my spine. "Eris!" I screamed her name, praying—begging—that I was wrong. But then I saw her. My legs nearly gave out as I reached the clearing. There, lying crumpled among the blood-soaked grass, was my daughter’s mangled body. her frame twisted at unnatural angles and blood... so much blood. It pooled around her, seeping into the earth as if the very ground was weeping for her. "Eris!" I choked out again, falling to my knees beside her. Her tiny hand was still wrapped around a cluster of medicinal herbs, clenched so tightly her knuckles had gone white. "No... no..." My voice cracked, barely above a whisper. I rocked her back and forth, tears streaming down my face, mixing with the blood on her clothes. "I'm so sorry. I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there to protect you." Eris had been everything. My world. My hope. And now... now she was nothing more than a cold body in my arms. I called Dinlas over and over, desperate and hysterical, but I couldn't get through to him. When he finally answered, I barely had time to speak before he barked, “Where’s Erin? I told her to get the herb. Why isn’t she back yet? Victoria’s waiting!” "You-" I hadn't finished my words when I heard Victoria's coquettish voice sounded. "It hurts Dinlas..." "Tell your daughter to hurry up, or else she won't like what I'll do to her!" After saying that, Dinlas cut off the line and even blocked our mind link. I couldn’t believe what I heard. The same old story. The same disregard for our family. The annual Alpha meeting was always about Dinlas and Victoria. Every year, he brought her along as if she were his Luna, flaunting her in front of the other packs while I stood by, watching in silence, enduring it all. This year, they had insisted on bringing Eris along. Victoria had said she wanted to “get close” to our daughter, to “bond” with her, as if the years of resentment and neglect could be undone with a few pleasantries. I should have known better. I should have refused. But I hadn’t. And now my daughter was gone. I wanted to bury her remains, but Eris' body was Incomplete, and I could only choose to cremate her. Days passed in a blur. I kept myself busy, or at least tried to, but no amount of distraction could lift the weight pressing down on me. Every corner of the house felt colder and darker without my daughter. I couldn't stop thinking about how everything could have been different. Maybe if I had fought harder, maybe if I had— The door burst open with a loud crash, shattering my thoughts. I blinked and looked up, startled, just in time to see Dinlas storming in. His eyes were dark with fury. “Where's the medicine?” Dinlas roared, his voice vibrating through the walls. I stood frozen for a moment, his rage slamming into me like a tidal wave. “What?” “Eris!” he bellowed, eyes blazing as he stepped closer. “Where is she? I told her to get the herb, but she didn’t come back to the party. Did you hide her? Tell her to apologize to Victoria right now! Victoria’s been nothing but generous despite what Erin did! Look how you’ve spoiled her! Don't you know that Victoria was forced to stay in the clinic because of that?!” I forced myself to stand tall, even though everything inside me was crumbling. I didn't care whether Victoria died, or if something bad happened to her, I just wanted to end everything today. “Sign these.” I threw the divorce papers at him and intoned coldly, “You have no right to discipline Erin. Since you badly wanted to be with Victoria, I’ll step aside. You two can finally be together.” His eyes flashed with anger, and he tore the papers with his claws. “Erin did something wrong, and you want to divorce me because I'm trying to discipline her? You've gone nuts!” “Discipline? What did Erin do wrong, Dinlas? What crime did she commit that you sent her out alone to get that freaking herb? Do you even know what happened to her?” But before I could finish, he snapped, “Enough! I told her to get the herb. So what? She's already grown up, and she had alpha blood—what could have happened? She’s always whining to you because you're spoiling her!” “She's just five years old! She couldn't shift yet, but you're treating her as if she's one of your warriors!” I took a deep breath and added, "I'm done with all of this nonsense. Just divorce me like you've always wanted to." I handed him another set of divorce papers and said coldly, “Erin won’t trouble you anymore. Just sign it.” My daughter was innocent, but her only mistake was being born into this family. Dinlas’s face darkened, his voice rising in fury. “Enough with your nonsense! I gave you what you wanted before and now you want a divorce? Do you think you’ll get custody? Dream on!” Without waiting for me to speak, he stormed out in a rage. Tsk. It seemed that he thought I was just simply throwing tantrums, and my anger would soon pass. But this time was different. I was exhausted and I just wanted to get far away from here. Chapter 2 I’d always known Dinlas wasn’t mine—not really. The Fates had never tied our souls together, no invisible string drawing us closer, no signs from the Moon Goddess to tell me he was my destined mate. But that never stopped me from loving him. Loving him from afar, silently, without expectations. Dinlas, the son of the Alpha, always seemed so far above me, like a star I could admire but never touch. The only reason I was ever close to him was because of my mother. She was Ourea’s protector—the Luna’s personal warrior. My mother had earned her place through years of service, loyalty, and strength, but even so, our family wasn’t the same as Dinlas’. Our worlds were close, but still apart, separated by an unspoken barrier of rank and destiny. Then one day, the rival wolves broke through the pack's border and attacked us without warning, savage and desperate. I wasn’t there, but I heard the stories—how my mother stood in front of Luna Ourea, shielding her from the rival' attack. She fought them off but at the cost of her life. By the time the others arrived, it was too late. My mother had saved the Luna, but she couldn’t save herself. I was called to her side, the scent of blood thick in the air, her life slipping away with every breath. I knelt beside her, holding her hand, trying to be strong for her, but I could feel her slipping. Her grip weakened, and her voice trembled as she spoke her final words—not to me, but to Ourea. “Please fulfill Theia’s wish,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “Marry her to Dinlas. That’s all I ask.” Ourea nodded, her face stricken with grief and guilt. She agreed, and I could see the weight of my mother’s death pressing down on her, the burden of a promise she didn’t want to make. I knew it wasn’t out of love or kindness. It was because my mother had died for her. And so, I was promised to Dinlas. I should have felt joy, and on some level, I did. After all, I had dreamed of this moment my entire life. I had loved him quietly, patiently, and now, in a way, he was mine. But it wasn’t how I had imagined. My mother was gone, and there was no warmth in Dinlas’ eyes when he looked at me. Still, I tried to find comfort in the fact that I could finally be with the man I had always wanted, even if he didn’t love me back. However, on our wedding night, Dinlas made sure I knew the truth. We stood alone in our chamber, the ceremony long over, the pack celebrating outside. I waited, heart pounding, hoping for some sign of affection, some acknowledgment that I was his wife now. But when he spoke, his voice was cold, void of emotion. "You used your mother’s life to trap me into this marriage. I hope you’re satisfied. I may be your husband in public, but the woman I love is not you. I'll respect my mother’s wishes, but don't expect that I'll return your affection." True to his word, Dinlas maintained the image of a devoted husband in front of others. Our marriage was a sham, but I still loved him, so I stayed quiet, playing the role of the dutiful wife, pretending that the ache in my chest wasn’t tearing me apart. He didn't celebrate Erin's birth and even said she shouldn't have been born as a daughter. I thought everything would change once I married him, but instead, I was the one trapped in a loveless marriage. The life I had gained by sacrifice now felt like a curse. After Erin died, I returned to the small, rundown home where I’d lived with my mother. However, I knew that I wouldn't be able to move forward if I stayed there, so I packed my things, held the urn, and was about to leave, but before I could step out, the door swung open. "I've looked for her everywhere but Eris is not here. Where did you hide her?" "Where is Erin? Bring her out now!" I clutched the urn tighter, my heart pounding as I met Dinlas' furious glare. "You have no right to even speak her name. Get out and take your mistress with you!" My defiance only stoked the fire in his eyes. His voice dripped with venom as he stepped closer. "Shut up. I guess I’ve been far too lenient with you. You've raised Erin to be as twisted as you!" The blood froze in my veins as his command swept through me. I bit my lip and defied him. "Erin is just five years old! What could you possibly blame her for?" Victoria stepped forward, her movements deliberate, pulling away her mask to reveal a face covered in angry red welts. Her eyes were glassy with unshed tears as she looked at Dinlas. “I just wanted to get closer to her, but it seems she Eris doesn't like me. Don't blame her, Dinlas; she probably didn't know what she gave me was wolfsbane.” Dinlas exploded. "Stop defending her! Eris scarred your face because Theia has poisoned her mind!" I stared at him, incredulous. "Dinlas, she’s your daughter! How could you accuse her without evidence?!" Glaring at me, Dinlas thundered, "I saw it with my own eyes when Eris hurled the wolfsbane on Victoria's face! Do you think I'm blind? Get her here and I'll teach her a lesson!" "She won't be coming because she's dead..." I retorted with difficulty. Chapter 3 "Theia, you don't have to lie just to hide Eris. We just wanted to understand why she tried to kill me. You know that wolfsbane is dangerous for us, but you still let her do that," Victoria said softly, but her words grated at my ears. “How dare you!” My whole body shook with the force of my fury as I glared at Victoria, her venomous accusations still ringing in my ears. She stood there, smug, her eyes gleaming with malice as if she had every right to speak about Eris like that. “I won’t let you smear her name!” I screamed, my vision blurring with tears of rage. “Eris didn’t try to kill you! She wouldn’t—she’s dead because of you!” Without thinking, I lunged at her, my claws unsheathing as my anger took over. The only thing I wanted at that moment was to tear her apart, to see her face as twisted and broken as mine felt inside. If it weren’t for Victoria, Eris would still be alive. Victoria didn’t even flinch as I came at her, but before I could reach her, Dinlas moved between us, his aura crashing down on me like a tidal wave. “Stay still,” he commanded, his voice heavy with authority. My body froze instantly, the weight of his Alpha aura crushing me. It was as if I were being suffocated, my limbs locked in place, my muscles straining against the invisible chains holding me down. I fought it—gods, I fought so hard—but the more I struggled, the more the pain grew. It felt like my bones were being ground into dust, every nerve in my body screaming in protest. I could barely breathe, let alone fight. "You're prepared, aren't you? You even made this fake urn to fool me," Dinlas spat. Only then did I realize I was still holding the glass jar—the urn that held what little remained of Eris. Before I could react, Dinlas reached out and snatched the jar from me. “Give me that.” “No!” I cried, panic flooding my chest. I tried to hold on, but he was stronger. The urn slipped from my grasp as he yanked it from my hand, and I watched in horror as he hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall with a deafening crash, glass shards raining down in a cascade of destruction. Eris’ ashes were scattered across the floor like dust in the wind. “No!” I screamed, “How could you—how could you?” "Still lying? Since you like ruining faces, I'll ruin yours!" Before I could process the heartbreak, Dinlas grabbed me by the back of my neck and slammed me to the ground. My face hit the cold stone floor, and I felt the sharp sting as the glass shards from the shattered urn pierced my skin. Pain radiated through my body, but it was nothing compared to the anguish I felt watching the remains of my daughter being desecrated right in front of me. Dinlas pressed his hand into the back of my head, forcing my face further into the shards. The metallic scent of blood mixing with the scent of ash. “Where are you hiding her?” Dinlas growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Where is Eris?” I choked on a sob, my entire body trembling with pain and rage. “She’s dead, Dinlas!” I screamed through gritted teeth, my voice muffled by the floor. “Enough!” His voice boomed in the room, silencing me with its force. His grip tightened on my neck, and I could feel his anger like a storm crashing down on me. “I won’t ask again,” he said, his voice a deadly whisper. “Where. Is. She?” He thought I was hiding Eris? He thought I was lying to him, protecting her? The absurdity of it burned in my heart, mixing with the grief and the rage until I could hardly think straight. "You want a divorce? Fine then, but you’ll never see Eris again." Upon saying that, he stood up and called his beta through the pack link. "Prepare the divorce paper, and look for Eris. Leave no stone unturned." He listened for a moment, then his expression shifted slightly as the voice on the other end hesitated. "Alpha Dinlas... Eris... Eris is dead. The night you sent her to Northhill Mountain, she was attacked by a group of rival, so we had no choice but to cremate her. Today was supposed to be her burial..." As soon as his words fell, Dinlas froze, seemingly unwilling to believe his trusted aid.	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2,194,748	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194746}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634	👀🔞🔥🔥Click to read<Accidental Surrogate for Alpha>	I am only 30 but have only one egg left. I decided to have a baby on my own. By accident I get inseminated with the sperm of intimidating billionaire Dominic Sinclair. All of a sudden my life is turned upside down. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I’m sorry Ella.” My physician says gently. “I’m afraid you have very few viable eggs remaining. Frankly, I normally see these numbers in women ten or fifteen years your senior.” “What?” I murmur, not believing my ears. I’ve been trying to have a baby for years. I’m only 30, I should have plenty of eggs left. “In terms of fertility, you have very little time left.” She continues. “If you want to conceive, you need to do so before your next cycle begins.” “My next cycle?” I repeat, my mouth hanging open in shock. I love kids more than anything, and though it might not be everyone’s ambition, I want nothing more than to be a mother. I have to get home and tell my boyfriend this news, and there’s not a moment to waste. I make it home in record time, bursting through the door and opening my mouth to call for Mike, but stopping dead in my tracks. As soon as I walk in I see a pair of high heels and a handbag by the door – neither of which belong to me. I put my ears towards the bedroom, and my stomach churns when I hear the unmistakable sound of moaning, accompanied by a steady thump thump thump, as the bed collides with the wall. Worse even than realizing that Mike is clearly in there with another woman, is realizing who he’s with. I know that handbag, and I know those shoes – they belong to my best friend, Kate. “Ella is so naive.” Mike laughs, “Can you believe she actually expects me to have a baby with her?” Kate snorts, “She’s delusional. I don’t know how you put up with her for so long in the first place.” “If she wasn’t so beautiful I never would have given her the time of day.” Mike scoffs. “Thankfully daily doses of plan B kept her from ever conceiving.” “The morning after pill?” Kate asks, “how did you manage to give it to her without her realizing?” “I put it in her morning coffee.” Mike chortles, sounding far too proud of himself. My vision goes completely red as everything finally falls into place. Suddenly it’s clear why I’ve never been able to get a puppy, despite having unprotected happy times a week for years. It’s even clear how I could have the eggs of a 45-year-old, if my despicable partner has been secretly feeding me emergency contraceptives every day – there’s no telling what other damage that might have done to my reproductive system. Before I can think better of it, I pull the smoke alarm on the wall, wanting to frighten and punish the pair in the bedroom so fiercely that I fear I might attack them when they emerge. Water immediately sprays down from the sprinkler system mounted to the ceiling as a shrill siren fills the air, and I hear Mike and Kate cry out in surprise. A few moments later they come rushing out of the bedroom, stopping in their tracks when they see me looming in the doorway. Mike’s eyes go comically wide, “What are you doing home so early?” The snake has the nerve to sound affronted that I surprised him, when he’s the one who’s been sneaking around behind my back for God knows how long. He seems to realize how suspicious it looks that he and Kate are standing there in their underwear and quickly adds, “Kate came to see me so we could plan a surprise for your birthday, but then we spilled coffee all over our clothes so we had to change.” Fire blazes in my veins, he must truly believe I’m an idiot if he expects me to buy such a feeble excuse. It’s a testament to their horrifically low opinion of me that they buy my act, and I vow to get my revenge one way or another. I can’t believe I wasted so many years – my best years – on this scumbag. And now he may have cost me my future too. As soon as the thought enters my head, I know I can’t afford to waste another moment on Mike, I have more important things to take care of. I make my excuses and rush across town for the second time that afternoon, running to the comforting arms of my surrogate sister, Cora. Not only did we grow up together in the orphanage, but she became an OBGYN and now works for the most exclusive sperm bank in the city. I’ve never gone to her before because I always imagined Mike and I would eventually conceive the natural way, but that clearly isn’t an option anymore. Even if I could find a man willing to have a baby with me in time, I’m not eager to trust anyone after Mike’s betrayal. I’m going to have to do this on my own, and I know Cora can help me. I don’t have much money, but I have enough savings to pay for the insemination, especially since I basically have one shot and one shot only. When I arrive, all my plans to lay out my situation for Cora clearly and concisely go out the window, because the moment I see my sister I fall to pieces. She hugs and kisses me until my tears subside, slowly extracting the story from me piece by piece. When she hears about Mike and Kate she swears up a storm, but that’s nothing compared to her reaction when I explain about my fertility. “That bad guy! I’ll kill him!” She fumes, studying me with a worried expression. “Ella, if your doctor was right this means you only have one chance to conceive.” “I know.” I sniffle. “And if this is going to be my only baby, I don’t want to take any chances. I want the best donor we can find.” “Don’t you worry about that.” Cora assures me, “We’ve got donations from actors, models, scientists – it’s only the creme de la creme here.” She glances at the door and lowers her voice. “You didn’t hear it from me, but even Dominic Sinclair sent his samples here for testing.” “Dominic Sinclair? I repeat, “The billionaire?” I’ve seen the man around town, but we don’t exactly run in the same circles. He lives in the same neighborhood as my wealthy employer and often says hello to the children I nanny, but he’s always surrounded by bodyguards and is so intimidating I get goosebumps just thinking about him. “Oh my god!.” Cora slaps her hand over her mouth. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that! I don’t know what I was thinking. Apparently he’s no stranger to fertility issues himself, and he trusted us to handle his swimmers over every other lab in the country. I’ve got his sperm in the other room at this very moment.” She frets, “But Ella you can’t tell anyone, you have to promise me.” “Of course!” I agree immediately. “I know how important confidentiality is here.” “Thank you,” Cora breathes. “Now, I’m going to give you a dossier of our clients so you can pick a donor, and once you’ve chosen we’ll get you knocked up before you can even blink.” It’s not an easy decision, but eventually I choose a handsome surgeon whose photo practically makes me swoon. Cora leaves the room only long enough to prepare the sample, and though she looks a bit flustered when she returns, she quickly and professionally completes the insemination, holding my hand when the procedure is finished. “It’s all take care of now, Ella.” She promises, “You can come back in ten days to see if it worked.” Ten days. I think dazedly. Ten days to decide my entire future. I staring at the date circled on my calendar. Six days until I find out if my dreams are finally going to come true… or if I have to figure out an entirely different plan for my life. I’ve thought about nothing else since Cora inseminated me last week, I’m so anxious to find out if I’m carrying a puppy I haven’t even begun to process Mike’s betrayal. I’m trying to keep a level head, yet I can’t help but imagine my future with this new baby. Try as I might, I catch myself daydreaming about it constantly. I even find myself humming as I get ready for work in the morning. When I arrive at my employer’s estate in the most exclusive neighborhood in Moon Valley – which basically makes it the most exclusive neighborhood in the world, since Moon Valley is one of the most expensive cities on the planet – I’m immediately greeted by two little voices shouting my name in excitement. “Ella!” The next thing I know, 3-year-old Millie is hugging my legs while her older brother, Jake, wraps his arms around my middle. “Good morning love puddles!” I exclaim, returning their hugs. “Are you ready for the museum?” “Yeah!” They cheer, racing out the door without even stopping to put on coats. It takes a bit of wrangling to get them back in and bundled up for the cold winter day, but before long we set out into the snow. Jake races ahead of Millie and I, impatient to get to the science museum and not seeming to notice that his sister’s tiny legs simply don’t move that fast. Chuckling, I lift Millie into my arms and settle her on my hip. “Goodness, you’re getting too big for this, munchkin.” “Nuh-uh,” Millie grins, “You’re justs too little.” She might have a point. At five foot one, I don’t exactly have the kind of build suited to heavy lifting. I’m in great shape, but I’ve never been particularly strong. “Smarty pants.” I tease, laughing with the little girl. When I look back towards Jake, I realize he’s stopped a few feet ahead of us. My heart skips a beat when I realize why. We’re in front of the Sinclair mansion, and its owner is currently standing in the middle of the sidewalk, his gaze searing me like a firebrand as I approach with Millie. Dominic Sinclair is just about the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, but he’s also one of the most terrifying. With dark hair and piercing green eyes, chiseled features and a body so muscular I could swoon, it doesn’t seem fair he gets to look so good and also be so rich. If I didn’t know better I might think it was his wealth or imposing height that makes him so intimidating, after all he’s at least six foot four, which means he towers over me and everyone else around him. However it’s neither of those things, there’s simply an indefinable quality about the man that I can’t put my finger on, one which screams danger. He gives off this energy that’s so raw and animalistic one forgets there’s anyone else in the room. Taking a steadying breath, I close the distance between us so Millie can say hello. When she greets him, Dominic drags his attention from me and offers her a smile so genuine that it tugs at my heartstrings. As I watch him talk to my two young charges, I remember what Cora told me about his infertility struggles. He clearly loves children, and I feel a wave of empathy for him. If anyone knows what it’s like to yearn for a family of their own, it’s me. Jake is currently showing Dominic his new toy airplane, pulling the matchbox model from his pocket and demonstrating how far it can fly. With a great heave, he sends the toy gliding through the air, only to land in the middle of the street. Before any of us can say a word, Jake races after it, right into the busy road. “Jake no, be careful!” I cry, watching him dart out into the path of an oncoming car but feeling frozen by my fear. Before I can contemplate putting Millie down to go after him, a blur of movement whirrs past my vision. I’ve never seen anyone move so fast in my life. Dominic became little more than a hazy outline of himself, chasing after Jake and pulling him out of the way just before the car slams into them. The vehicle’s tires are still screeching when Dominic sets Jake down beside me, his expression suddenly very stern. “That was very dangerous.” He scolds gently. “You should never go into the street without looking both ways first.” Jake hangs his head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want my plane to get runned over.” “You are a million times more important than a toy.” Dominic tells him firmly, “and you scared your nanny half to death.” “I’m sorry, Ella.” Jake sniffles, looking up at me with wide eyes. “I know sweetheart, just don’t ever do that again.” I breathe, cuddling him against my side. “Thank you so much.” I say to Dominic, feeling more grateful than I can express. “I have no idea how you moved so fast! It was like something out of a superhero film.” “Must have been the adrenaline.” Dominic shrugs, giving Millie another smile before taking his leave. “Enjoy the rest of your day, and stay out of the road young man!” “Yes sir!” Jake calls after him, pocketing his airplane. “I really am sorry.” He adds to me. “It’s forgotten.” I tell him softly, though I take his hand so that he can’t run off again. “It all happened so fast.” I tell Cora later that night. “I mean the more I think about it, the more amazing it seems. One moment he was there, and the next he was gone. It was like magic.” “Thank goodness Jake is alright.” She replies, but rather than looking relieved, her face is twisted into a deep grimace. Studying my sister’s expression, I realize her grim demeanor is not just about Jake’s near miss. Something else is wrong, and I actually feel guilty for not noticing sooner. “Is everything okay?” Cora frowns, “Not really. But you’ve got so much going on right now, it’s not important.” “Cora, don’t be ridiculous.” I admonish. “What’s going on?” “Well, speaking of Dominic Sinclair,” She begins cryptically, “you know that sperm he sent to us for testing?” “Yeah,” I confirm, wondering where on earth this was going. “It’s gone missing… and I’m the last person who saw it, not to mention it was in my custody.” She explains, her voice becoming thick with emotion. “Ella, I think… I think I’m going to be fired. And if there’s an investigation I could lose my medical license.” “What?” I exclaim. “What do you mean it’s missing? A vial of sperm can’t just get up and walk away.” “I know, I think someone had to steal it, but there’s no way of knowing who’s responsible. And it looks like I’m going to have to take the blame.” She shares, her eyes shining with tears. “Cora, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this sooner!” I lament, “They can’t fire you, it isn’t fair.” “You don’t understand, Dominic is one of our biggest donors.” Cora explains. “And he’s furious, he basically wants my head on a platter.” A week ago I might have believed there was no hope for Cora, but seeing how kind and understanding Dominic was with the kids today makes me wonder if he could really be so heartless. Surely if he understood that Cora would never be so irresponsible he’d show some leniency? I have to try and help her, I would do anything for my sister – even begging a ruthless billionaire for mercy. Three days to go. I repeat these words to myself as I walk down the street, still preoccupied with my possible pregnancy, even as I prepare to go to bat for my sister. In some ways it's a coping mechanism: I’m about to beg Dominic Sinclair to save Cora’s job, and I need a comforting thought to help me get through this. His bodyguards see me first, and I can see their mouths moving as they watch me move closer, no doubt notifying him of my presence. Approaching nervously behind Dominic, I wonder for the hundredth time if this is a mistake. Who am I to ask a favor from one of the most powerful men on the planet? Shaking myself, I tell the little voice in the back of my mind to shut up – this is for Cora. I might not be brave for myself, but I can be brave for her. “Mr. Sinclair?” I ask hesitantly, feeling my heart pound violently against my ribcage. He turns around and gazes imperiously down at me. “Yes?” “I’m Ella Reina, I nanny for Jake and Millie Graves.” I begin, gnawing on my lower lip. His dark eyes catch on my mouth, and suddenly I feel like a frightened rabbit in front of a hungry wolf. “I know who you are, Ella.” The sound of my name on his lips sends a shiver down my spine. He speaks the familiar syllables with so much purpose, as if they truly mean something to him. “Oh… well, I don’t mean to be impertinent, but I’m friends with Dr Cora Daniels…”As soon as I say her name, his expression closes off, and some unidentified emotion flashes in his eyes. “She told me she’s in trouble at work, and I know you’re one of the bank’s donors.” I improvise. “I don’t know what Cora is being accused of, but I’m sure she’s innocent. She takes her job incredibly seriously, and she would never do anything to risk her career.” “And what do you expect me to do about it?” Dominic asks ominously. I can tell he doesn’t believe my weak story, his body language has changed completely, and I can feel his rising anger vibrating in the air around us. “I just thought… I hoped that if you had any sway there, you might be able to put in a good word for her.” I finish, feeling color flood my cheeks. I’m both ashamed of myself for such a feeble attempt, but unsure how else to handle such a delicate topic. The last thing I want is to get Cora in even more trouble than before. Dominic’s jaw ticks as he watches me, and the voice in the back of my head urges me to run for it. “From what I’ve heard, your friend made a very serious mistake, and the consequences have been more than appropriate. The best thing she can do now is take responsibility for her mistakes, not sending you to do her dirty work for her.” “I – she didn’t, she doesn’t even know I’m here! I swear.” I plead. “I’ve said all I’m going to say on this matter.” Dominic declares, turning away from me and striding into his house. The door slams shut behind him, and I’m left with his various bodyguards. “You need to leave now, miss.” One of the men announces sharply. “I can’t.” I moan, “he has to understand, she’s going to lose everything!” “We’re not going to ask you again.” A second guard growls, a clear threat in his words. “Please, she’s innocent.” I beg, “you have to –” before I can say anything more, the men grab me by the arms and begin trying to lead me off the property. Feeling truly desperate, I dig in my heels, deciding that my dignity is worth Cora’s entire future. “I’m begging you, if I could just talk to Mr. Sinclair.” “You’ve already talked to him.” The first guard grumbles, “and frankly you’re lucky he was as generous to you as he was. Your friend clearly told you things she shouldn’t.” The next thing I know, they’ve thrown me off the property and onto the sidewalk so forcefully that I lose my balance, tumbling to the ground as tears spark in my eyes. The iron gates slam shut behind me, and I have no choice but to slink off before I can embarrass myself further. Of course, this was only the beginning of my misfortune. When I arrived at work the next day, I found that my keys no longer fit the locks on the front door. I knocked, overwhelmed with confusion, and a few minutes later the door swung open to reveal Jake and Millie’s furious mother. “My keys aren’t working.” I tell her, wondering why she’s glaring at me so fiercely. “They’re not meant to.” She answers coldly, “as of yesterday afternoon, your services were no longer required.” “I… you’re firing me?” I squeak, not believing my ears. “Why?” “We got a call from the neighbors.” She explains haughtily, “apparently you let Jake run into the road the other day where he was almost hit by a car! And then yesterday you were seen making a fool of yourself at Dominic Sinclair’s home – they said his bodyguards had to drag you off the grounds like a common criminal.” “That isn’t fair, that isn’t what happened!” I plead. “Jake through his toy into the road and ran after it, I didn’t let it happen, and what happened with Mr. Sinclair was a misunderstanding.” “I don’t want to hear it.” She hisses. “Now leave before I call the police.” “Please, can’t I at least say goodbye to the kids?” I request, praying she’ll grant me this one kindness. “I’m dialing.” She tells me simply, pulling her cell phone from her pocket. “No!” I raise my palms in supplication, “It’s okay, I’ll go.” For the second time this week, I find myself shamefully retreating through this opulent neighborhood with tears streaming down my face. What hurts even worse than losing my job is the fact I didn't get to explain the situation to Jake and Millie, or see them one last time. I’m sure their mother will tell them horrible things about me, despite the fact that I’ve been lovingly raising for them for the last two years. I know Dominic Sinclair is responsible for this. I don’t believe my ex-boss’s story about the neighbors for one moment. He clearly wanted to punish me, just like he’s having Cora punished. A rush of fury takes hold of me, and suddenly I wish I could punish him somehow. It’s not like me to be so vindictive, but right now it truly feels like my entire life is falling apart, and it’s partly his fault. I spent all my money on the insemination, and without a job I have almost nothing. How am I ever going to afford to have a baby now? I guarantee I’m not going to get a good reference from Jake and Millie’s mother. As if things weren’t already bad enough, when I return home I find a stack of bills in the mailbox and I don’t even recognize half the senders. I open them one by one, feeling my confusion and disbelief grow by the minute. As I look at the stores on the breakdown of charges, my suspicion grows: they’re all Mike’s favorite places. Is it possible he did this behind my back? That he’s been hiding the bills from me for months… or years? I know he’ll deny it if I confront him, which leaves me only one option. I have to call Kate. My former best friend might have betrayed me completely with her affair, but if anyone knows what Mike has been up to, it’s her. 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2,194,760	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194761}'	No	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634			SIGN_UP	https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSehGJDvz2	Mystic Massage & Wellness Center	https://www.facebook.com/MysticMassageWellnessLLC/	76	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	docs.google.com	CAROUSEL		https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSehGJDvz23AnqTUr9mAt85SST_vmNrA5gTsEyOAH1Hv9cQXDA/viewform	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462810583_535224209136886_7225703199124347641_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cw5NT3s584sQ7kNvgEnQCn5&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A29zDPuidisfhvl3sq52A_5&oh=00_AYACQHUpJRr77yb2x2a93JJSkgtaMCzR9ctV6zgxVRgR4Q&oe=67143C14	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Mystic Massage & Wellness Center	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,194,762	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194761}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634			SIGN_UP	https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSehGJDvz2	Mystic Massage & Wellness Center	https://www.facebook.com/MysticMassageWellnessLLC/	76	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	docs.google.com	CAROUSEL		https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSehGJDvz23AnqTUr9mAt85SST_vmNrA5gTsEyOAH1Hv9cQXDA/viewform	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462810583_535224209136886_7225703199124347641_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cw5NT3s584sQ7kNvgEnQCn5&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A29zDPuidisfhvl3sq52A_5&oh=00_AYACQHUpJRr77yb2x2a93JJSkgtaMCzR9ctV6zgxVRgR4Q&oe=67143C14	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Mystic Massage & Wellness Center	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,194,763	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194761}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634			SIGN_UP	https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSehGJDvz2	Mystic Massage & Wellness Center	https://www.facebook.com/MysticMassageWellnessLLC/	76	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	docs.google.com	CAROUSEL		https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSehGJDvz23AnqTUr9mAt85SST_vmNrA5gTsEyOAH1Hv9cQXDA/viewform	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462810583_535224209136886_7225703199124347641_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cw5NT3s584sQ7kNvgEnQCn5&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A29zDPuidisfhvl3sq52A_5&oh=00_AYACQHUpJRr77yb2x2a93JJSkgtaMCzR9ctV6zgxVRgR4Q&oe=67143C14	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Mystic Massage & Wellness Center	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,194,764	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194761}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634			SIGN_UP	https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSehGJDvz2	Mystic Massage & Wellness Center	https://www.facebook.com/MysticMassageWellnessLLC/	76	1969-12-31 18:00	Sign Up	docs.google.com	CAROUSEL		https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSehGJDvz23AnqTUr9mAt85SST_vmNrA5gTsEyOAH1Hv9cQXDA/viewform	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/462810583_535224209136886_7225703199124347641_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=cw5NT3s584sQ7kNvgEnQCn5&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A29zDPuidisfhvl3sq52A_5&oh=00_AYACQHUpJRr77yb2x2a93JJSkgtaMCzR9ctV6zgxVRgR4Q&oe=67143C14	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Mystic Massage & Wellness Center	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,194,767	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194768}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634			LEARN_MORE	http://instagram.com/lauraplumb	Laura Plumb	https://www.facebook.com/VedaWise/	5,729	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/lauraplumb	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463073080_4081851232045965_2620924373128741658_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=I_eCJVsemYwQ7kNvgE2ufKF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AXrAyRW28EqA1SrAXkAmaDJ&oh=00_AYAKBhFFQwXVA2W-zTGuxj-H1X8AptCvLh9FKFsZk-zawg&oe=671448F9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Laura Plumb	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,194,769	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194768}'	Yes	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634			LEARN_MORE	http://instagram.com/lauraplumb	Laura Plumb	https://www.facebook.com/VedaWise/	5,729	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/lauraplumb	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463073080_4081851232045965_2620924373128741658_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=I_eCJVsemYwQ7kNvgE2ufKF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AXrAyRW28EqA1SrAXkAmaDJ&oh=00_AYAKBhFFQwXVA2W-zTGuxj-H1X8AptCvLh9FKFsZk-zawg&oe=671448F9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Laura Plumb	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,194,772	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2194768}'	No	2024-10-15 09:54	active	1634			LEARN_MORE	http://instagram.com/lauraplumb	Laura Plumb	https://www.facebook.com/VedaWise/	5,729	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	instagram.com	CAROUSEL		http://instagram.com/lauraplumb	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-lga3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463073080_4081851232045965_2620924373128741658_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=I_eCJVsemYwQ7kNvgE2ufKF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-lga3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AXrAyRW28EqA1SrAXkAmaDJ&oh=00_AYAKBhFFQwXVA2W-zTGuxj-H1X8AptCvLh9FKFsZk-zawg&oe=671448F9	PERSON_PROFILE	0	Laura Plumb	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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