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2,279,246	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-05 00:41	active	1684	❤️‍🔥Mafia’s Revenge	It's dawn already and the soon to be bride was still fast asleep when she felt a pair of eyes watching her. She flipped her eyes open as they held gaze with that of her mother's. "Damn it! Mom, why are you here? Were you seriously watching me while I slept?" Joanna asked, with raised brows. "My baby, mom just felt like watching you for a while. I just can't believe my baby is actually getting married today. You've grown so big to become someone's bride." Mrs Smith grinned as she stroked her hair softly, blinking back her tears. Realization dawned on Joanna that today was her supposed wedding with someone she knows nothing about except, what the internet tells you. Isn't it annoying? "All thanks to you Mom. So why are you acting up?" Joanna asked with a scoff and then rolled her eyes as she sat up properly on her bed. "Joan, You should be happy I made the right decision for you. You're getting married to a popular and wealthy man in Los Angeles. Every girl wishes they're in your position right now. so, value what you have while you still can." Mrs Smith gritted out as she stood up from her daughter's bed. "I don't value what can't be valued Mom! How do you expect me to cope with someone I have no feelings for?" Joanna yells as tears well up in her eyes. "You would learn to love him dear. Just clean those tears of yours and act like a bride that you are. Shedding these tears ain't gonna do nothing. Go freshen up, the makeup artists would be here soon." Mrs Smith said with a frown on her face as she exited her daughter's room. Joanna cried for some seconds before dragging her feet to her girlish bathroom. An hour later, Joanna stood staring at herself in her big mirror screwed to the wall of her room. The makeup artists were all wowed at her beauty. She looks extremely beautiful in her wedding gown. The wedding gown fitted her body down to her hip area before flowing all the way down. The makeup on her face added extra beauty to her which made her look so outstanding. Mrs Smith, who was ready, walked into her daughter's room to get her. The moment she stepped into Joanna's bedroom, her mouth was left hanging as she ran her eyes all over her daughter's body. "My baby girl, you are looking just like a queen." Mrs Smith pulled her into a hug with smiles on her face. Joanna, who is getting married, has no smile on her face. All the things happening are already making her feel extremely suffocated and she just couldn't wait to end it all! Joanna was led out of her room to the car parked in front of her house. She hopped in and the driver sped off to the reception venue. Their marriage has been registered already. This big party is being held so the world would know Miquel Salvador is now a married man. They got to the venue with her Mom's car behind hers. The driver pulled the door open as Joanna stepped out dazzling everyone with her beauty. With the way the wedding dress hugged her tightly, it felt as though it was designed just for her. It brought out all of her curvy shape. No one could take their eyes off her as she stepped into the huge and filled up reception hall. All the people present were either Mafias or wealthy businessmen. The thought of Joanna getting married to a Mafia boss, made her skin crawl…. Joanna walked straight up to her mother in law as she pulled her into her arms and engulfed her in a tight hug. "I'm so glad to have you as my daughter in law. You look so breathtaking darling" Her mother in law couldn't stop raining praises on her. After greeting Mr Salvador and a few other important persons, she was escorted by her mother in law to sit beside her Mafia husband. Joanna felt a cold shiver rushed down her veins as she sat close to the cold handsome guy beside her. His face was void of emotions as he typed away on his phone. This is the first time she had actually been this close to him. The only time she had seen his pictures was on the internet. It's a misery that she would actually get married to a man who was known as the cruel Mafia Boss. A man who doesn't think twice before hurting his victims. "Miquel, won't you say hello to your bride? I guess this is the first time the both of you are meeting each other, you should both get along well since you're both married now." Miguel's Mother beamed while staring at her son. "Did you say, Hello?" Miquel asked and scoffed loudly. "Shit! Why should I say something like that to this bich?" Miquel suddenly asked his Mother with a smirk on his face. Luckily, the music playing didn't let other ears pick the words he had just uttered. "Are you out of your mind, Miquel? She's not a bich! She's your wife! Why must you use that word on her? Weren't you the one who was so determined to make her your wife? So what's going on!" Miquel's Mother yelled as she felt deeply angered by her Son's inappropriate words. Joanna fiddled with her fingers as she felt extremely hurt by his words and she tried hard to conceal her pain but, Her mother in law saw through her. "You should know I had my reasons for wanting to get married to a fragile woman like her. I'm sitted here doesn't mean I'm acknowledging her as my wife." "I'm only here today because I needed to give the public a good show. Else, I won't have shown my face in this disgusting wedding." Miquel growls out in total disgust. "That's enough, shut your mouth!" Miquel's mother yelled at him before taking her gaze to Joanna who was almost at the peak of tears. "I'm apologizing to you on his behalf dear. Please don't take whatever he says to heart. I guess he's just not in a good mood today" Miquel scoffs on hearing his mother's words as he immediately stood up to greet his Mafia family but abruptly stopped and turned around to face Joanna. His cold eyes glaring into her face had almost made her peed on herself. "Let's go home, My bride and don't dare keep me waiting!" Miquel threatened, turned around and stormed off to his car. Joanna was shocked, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets as she gently stood up and made her way out of the hall. Chapter 2: As Joanna got outside the hall, She saw Miquel's Limousine in front of her. Miquel was already seated inside, not sparing her a glance. One of his bodyguards opened her side of the car door and she reluctantly got in before the car sped off. The tension in the car was palpable. Even though the air condition was on, Joanna was sweating so badly. "Take off your panties!" Miquel uttered, still not sparing her a glance. "Wh..What!" Joanna screamed out, surprised to hear him say such words to her. Miquel scoffed and finally pinned his icy gaze on hers. "What? Is there a problem? Aren't you my bride? Don't make me repeat myself, you will regret it!" He threatened, his eyes becoming darker. Joanna glared at him in stunned silence, the implications of Miquel's words slowly sinking in. She could feel her eyes watered and the heat rising in her cheeks as she fumbled with the hem of her dress, trying to discreetly remove her underwear. The silence in the car was deafening, the only sound was the low hum of the engine and the soft rustle of fabric as Joanna complied with Miquel's demand. As she pulled the lacy garment down her legs, Joanna's heart pounded in her chest. She had no idea what the Mafia Boss was planning, but she knew it couldn't be good. Joanna finally managed to remove her underwear, her hands trembling as she placed them on her lap, unsure of what to do with them. Miquel smirked, his gaze shifting to the road as the car continued to speed through the city streets. "Good girl," he murmured, the words sending a chill through Joanna's body. After several long moments, Miquel finally spoke again. "Give them to me," he ordered, extending a hand towards her. Joanna hesitated for a moment, her cheeks burning with shame, before reluctantly handing the panties to him. Miquel took the panties from her, his fingers brushing against Joanna's trembling hand as he did so. He examined them for a moment, a cruel smirk on his lips, before stuffing them into his jacket pocket. "Those are mine now," he said, his voice coming out cold and dangerous. "And if you try to take them back, or disobey me in any way, I will make you regret it." He threatened. Joanna swallowed hard, her heart racing as Miquel turned back to face the road. The car finally pulled up in front of a grandiose mansion, the gates opening automatically to allow them through. Joanna felt a knot of dread forming in her stomach as she realized that this was her new home, or probably her prison. Miquel climbed out of the car, his bodyguards following close behind, and Joanna forced herself to do the same, trying to ignore the humiliation and fear that was pulsing through her veins. As she stood on the front steps, the massive double doors of the mansion opened, and she was faced with a butler who bowed to her and ushered her inside. "Come with me!" Miquel's words abruptly shut the butler up from saying whatever he had wished to say to Joanna. Joanna followed Miquel up the grand staircase, her heart pounding as she realized that he was probably leading her to his bedroom. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her back, his silent command that she shouldn't look back or dare speak a word. Finally, they reached the master suite, and Miquel pushed open the heavy oak door with a forceful shove. Before Joanna could even take in her surroundings, Miquel grabbed her by the waist, his strong arms pinning her against the wall as his lips crushed against hers. Joanna tried to push Miquel away, but he was too strong, his grip on her arms like iron as he continued to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with possessive hunger. "Mine," he growled against her lips, his breath hot on her skin. "You are mine now, Joanna. And I will have you whenever and however I please." Miquel smirked at her, loving how fragile she was in his arms. Joanna whimpered, her body trembling with fear, her mind reeling with shock and confusion as Miquel began to rip her wedding dress from her body. "Should I tell you why a Mafia boss got married to a weak woman like you?" Miquel asked, his breath fanning her face. Joanna shuddered but wished to know the reason. Thus, she nodded her head repeatedly making Miquel chuckle and the next minute, his face was deadly cold. He suddenly held onto her cheek, not minding the fact that he was hurting her and he glared into her face. "You are paying for your father's debts! Did your father think I'd forget my money after his death? Never! Miquel Savaldor isn't such a good man." He gritted into her face. Joanna's eyes widened in horror as the realization of her fate dawned on her. Miquel's words echoed in her head, her father's debt, her new life as his prisoner, his words "mine" still ringing in her ears. Her body trembled, tears stinging her eyes as she realized the truth of her situation. She had wondered why her mother was bent on getting her Married to Miguel. 'Does it mean her mother knows about her father's debt to a Mafia boss?' Joanna thought inwardly. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "Please, Miquel, I'm not my father. I didn't ask for any of this." Miquel's face twisted into a cruel smile. Joanna's pleas fell on deaf ears as Miquel's smile grew even more menacing. "Your father's debt is your debt now, Joanna. And you will pay it back to me, in whatever way I see fit," he growled, his grip on her cheeks tightening. "Now, are you going to be a good little bride, or do I have to remind you of your place?" His voice was like ice, chilling her to the bone. Chapter 3: Joanna whimpered, her body trembling as Miquel held her in place against the wall. She knew that she was powerless against him, his strength and his cruelty overwhelming her. "I'll... I'll be good," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear. Miquel's smile widened, his eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. "Good girl," he purred, releasing her cheek with a quick slap. "Now, let's make sure you know your place." Miquel pushed Joanna away from the wall, sending her staggering backwards. She stumbled and fell to her knees, her eyes widening in fear as he loomed over her. "Now, take off my shoes," he ordered, his voice cold and a weird smirk on his face. Joanna hesitated, her hands shaking as she reached for the laces of his expensive dress shoes. She untied them slowly, her heart racing as she pulled them off one by one, setting them aside on the floor. "Now, crawl to the bed," he said, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Joanna's throat tightened, her heart hammering against her ribcage as she obediently crawled towards the bed, her hands and knees cold against the hardwood floor. Miquel followed behind her, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room. When they reached the bed, he sat down on the edge, his eyes fixed on Joanna's trembling form. He loved how she was looking. "Remove the rest of your clothing," he ordered, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction. Joanna gently nodded, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on her torn wedding dress as she removed it piece by piece. Joanna stood before Miquel, completely naked, her body exposed and vulnerable to his gaze. She could feel his eyes roaming over her, his hunger evident in the way his breath quickened. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice icy and threatening. "I want to see that damn ass." Joanna hesitated, her eyes filling with tears, but she knew better than to defy him. She turned around, her hands covering her breasts as she tried to protect her modesty. Miquel chuckled, his hands running up and down her legs, his fingers tracing the curves of her body. "Mm, such a perfect little body," Miquel murmured, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "I can't wait to have my fill of you." Joanna shuddered, her whole body quivering with fear and shame. She bit her lip to hold back a sob, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But she knew that there was no escape from a cruel Mafia's grasp. "Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. Joanna did as she was told, crawling onto the bed, her body shaking with each movement. Miquel climbed onto the bed behind her, his large frame looming over her like a predator. He ran his hands over her back, his fingers trailing down her spine and over the curve of her hips. "Such a pretty little bride," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And now, you're all mine." Joanna let out a shuddering sob, her body wracked with fear and despair. Miquel chuckled, his fingers trailing lower, tracing the line of her ass. He leaned down, his lips pressing against Joanna's neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a dangerous caress. "You're mine to do with as I please, Joan" he growled, his words a dark promise of the things to come. "And I'm going to enjoy every inch of you, my sweet little bride." Joanna whimpered, her body tensing as Miquel's hands slid lower, his fingers probing between her legs. "You're so wet for me, my little bride," Miquel murmured, his voice a mix of pleasure and amusement. "It seems your body knows what your mind doesn't want to admit. You want this, Joanna. You want me." Joanna bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan as Miquel's fingers continued to explore her. She hated to admit it but, He was right, her body was betraying her, responding to his touch despite her revulsion and terror. "Don't fight it," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You belong to me now." Miquel's fingers slid deeper, his touch igniting a fire within Joanna's body. She let out a gasp, unable to contain her pleasure as he continued to toy with her, his fingers circling her most sensitive areas. "That's it, my little bride," he purred, his lips trailing down her neck. "Give in to me." Joanna's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body arching against his touch. She knew she should fight, should try to resist, but her body was already lost to his touch, her mind consumed with desire. Miquel's hands continued their exploration, his fingers pushing deeper, his thumb circling her clit. Joanna's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. "I'm going to make you cum for me," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "And then, I'm going to take you, my little bride. I'm going to make you mine in every way." Joanna cried out, her body arching as Miquel's fingers pushed her over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Miquel's touch softened, his fingers slowing as Joanna's body trembled with the aftershocks of her release. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice a low whisper in her ear. "Now, it's my turn." He pushed her onto her back, his body looming over hers as he undressed, his eyes hungry and possessive. Joanna trembled, her eyes widening as she saw the size of Miquel's erection, the hardness of his body as he positioned himself between her legs. Miquel's hands caressed Joanna's thighs, his touch gentle but firm as he positioned himself at her entrance. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice so cold and intense. Joanna met his gaze, her eyes widened with fear. 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Miquel's fingers dug into her skin as he climaxed, his body trembling as he filled her with his seed. Once he was done, Miquel moved away from Joanna's body as if repulsed, the expression of desire on his face quickly replaced by one of disgust. He wiped himself clean, his movements swift and efficient, and without a single glance in Joanna's direction, he strode out of the room, leaving her lying alone on the bed. Joanna lay there, her body still shaking from the encounter, her mind reeling as she processed what had just happened. She felt dirty and used, like a piece of trash that had been discarded without a second thought. Joanna stared up at the ceiling, her eyes tracing the ornate plasterwork that hung overhead. She could still feel Miquel's touch on her skin, his fingers digging into her flesh as he had claimed her as his own. Tears stung her eyes, and she squeezed them shut, trying to block out the memory of what had just happened. But it was no use; the feeling of helplessness and despair was too strong, and she felt as though she might drown in it. She remained there for what felt like an eternity, her mind still spinning from the events. The room was silent save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the bedside table, its steady beat a constant reminder of the passage of time. As the minutes ticked by, Joanna's tears finally dried up, her eyes red and swollen from the ordeal. She rolled over onto her side, pulling the blanket up over her body as she curled into a tight ball. Miquel arrived at his usual hangout spot, where his best friend, Gio, was already waiting. They greeted each other with a firm handshake and exchanged a knowing glance. "So, how did it go?" Gio finally asked, taking a swig from his beer. "I assume she's officially 'yours' now, right?" Gio added, with a small smile playing on his lips. Miquel smirked, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Oh, she's mine alright." "Did she give you any trouble?" Gio asked, his expression curious. He wanted to know the full details of what happened between the couples. Miquel shook his head. "She was scared and weak, just like I knew she would be. But, she's mine now. I'll break her soon enough." Miguel said with an evil glint in his eyes. Gio raised an eyebrow. "Break her, huh? Well, just don't forget she's kind of valuable to us. You're going to need her for the upcoming deal with the Moretti family." Gio said and took a sip from his glass. Miquel nodded, his jaw clenched. "Hmm,I know." "Still," Gio continued, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, "I can't help but wonder if there might be more to this girl than meets the eye. We both know her father was a shrewd businessman, and his debts to us weren't insignificant. Maybe she's hiding something valuable that could benefit our organization." "Don't you think so?" Gio inquired, staring intensely at Miguel. Miquel's gaze hardened at the suggestion. "Maybe, but I'm not going to get my hands dirty trying to extract information from a girl like her. I'll use her for what I need, and then dispose of her whenever I'm done!" Miguel gritted out, staring into space. "Her value to us extends beyond what she can tell us," Gio reminded him. "She's a valuable bargaining chip with the Moretti family. They respect strength, and having a beautiful, young wife shows that you're in control. And if it doesn't work out, well, let's just say I wouldn't mind 'disposing' of her myself." Gio sternly said and finished the last of his drink and slammed the glass down on the table, a malicious grin on his face. Miquel's eyes narrowed, contemplating Gio's words and a sudden frown appeared on his face. "She's my wife, Gio," Miquel growled, his voice laced with warning. "I don't need your permission to decide when she's no longer useful to me." Gio held up his hands in a show of mock surrender. "Fine, fine, she's your wife. But let's not forget that in this business, there are no guarantees, even for a boss like you. Just remember that I have your back, and I'll be here when you need me." Miquel scoffed and took a sip from his glass, slammed it on the table and stood up. "I'm heading to my dungeon, are you coming along?" He asked, staring down at Gio who was a bit shocked from the sound that erupted from Miguel's glass. Gio chuckled, "You're weird, man!" He uttered and stood up. "I'm definitely coming along," he added. The duo got into their various cars and drove off to the dungeon location. The moment Miguel's Rolls Royce rolled to a stop, his hefty men assembled before him while one of them pulled the door open for him to get down. Miguel got down from his car, his brows knitted together as he stood before his men with Gio beside him. "Where's that dimwit?" Miguel asked, his voice as cold as ice. 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2,279,939	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2279941}'	Yes	2024-11-05 00:44	active	1684	Karens That Got A Much Needed Taste Of Karma	Stories that will make you understand why you should never mess with a Karen	LEARN_MORE	https://viralfabulous.com/times-people-acted-like-	Green Pepper Mood	https://www.facebook.com/100078206761084/	286	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	viralfabulous.com	IMAGE	Times People Acted like Glorified ‘Karens’ and Gave All Karens a Bad Name July 8, 2024 by Regina Clarke This article was originally published on petsreporter.com Ah, Karens. Honestly, there are some very good ones out there, but the name has become synonymous with “call the manager” and “l...	https://viralfabulous.com/times-people-acted-like-glorified-karens-and-gave-all-karens-a-bad-name-is/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464064960_1111858636819899_3029151688463483489_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=IoqG3w-iTEYQ7kNvgG1ewH-&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Acw0xgQQNvmzikN8EG10fhV&oh=00_AYAHfHXM_3S1GSVB4kL7kqiZxD-j1INsaEy7ygMHESSm3g&oe=672F79B3	PERSON_PROFILE	Green Pepper Mood	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,279,470	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-11-05 00:43	active	1684		Forced to marry a disabled tycoon, thinking she would be caring for him for life, she was taken aback when he stood up on their wedding night, making her exhausted every night! ===== Chapter 1 How About We Get Married? "Today is our wedding day! What am I supposed to do if you leave?" At the wedding, Elyse Lloyd was in a panic as she grabbed Theo Ward's wrist to stop him from leaving, her eyes filling with pleading. "Kaelyn knows about our wedding, and now she's threatening to jump off a building. You are aware of her depression, aren't you? I have to go save her." Theo explained impatiently and pushed Elyse aside. The venue was filled with the family and friends of both parties, all seated and waiting. The officiant had posed the question to Theo about his willingness to marry Elyse. Instead of replying, he ignored the officiant, answered his phone, and then abruptly attempted to leave. "Kaelyn Bennett totally stabbed you in the back before. She's caused you so much pain--why the heck must you go see her right now?" "You're not in a position to judge what happened between me and Kaelyn. No matter her wrongs or the pain she caused, you don't measure up to her." A pain struck Elyse's heart. "You're more concerned with your wedding than a living person's life. You're so heartless. Let's reschedule the wedding." Without a glance at her pale face, he strode away from the ornate altar, oblivious to the puzzled looks of gathered guests. Elyse cried out, sitting pitifully on the floor. She trembled, tears ruining her carefully applied makeup. The man she had loved for three years, disregarding her dignity, had chosen another woman without a second thought on their big day. He was consumed with thoughts of Kaelyn's distress but seemed indifferent to how lost and humiliated she felt, left alone at the altar. All around her, countless eyes watched, some mocking, some pitying, and others even gloating. Elyse had never felt such torment! Her father, Lanny Lloyd, approached. She hoped for comfort, but instead, he scolded her sharply, "You can't even keep a man. How useless!" After berating her, he left with his wife, Glenda Lloyd, without a backward glance. Her sister, Mabel Lloyd, emerged from the crowd with a smirk. "Well, that's embarrassing, Elyse. Your groom ran off, and now you're a laughingstock. I'm embarrassed for you. Imagine how Mom and Dad feel." After saying that, she turned and left. One by one, all of Elyse's family members departed, leaving her completely alone. Initially, Theo's parents felt guilty, but upon witnessing her family's reaction, all traces of guilt dissipated. "Even her own parents didn't support her. It seems this isn't entirely Theo's fault." "Yes, if she were a good partner, why would her fiancé leave her?" "Did she cheat on him? What else would make a groom leave like that?" The murmurs of criticism from the surrounding guests grew louder and harsher. Suddenly, there were noises nearby. Turning around, Elyse spotted a man in a suit sitting alone in a wheelchair. The officiant, looking flustered, asked, "Where is your bride?" Wiping away her tears, she halted a passing staff member and inquired, "That man is a groom, right? Where is his bride?" The staff member glanced at her and responded, "She didn't show up. I heard it was because she couldn't deal with her husband's disability." "And he's been waiting here all this time?" The staff member nodded. The wheelchair-bound groom was facing away from Elyse, and they were a fair distance apart. She couldn't see his expression, but she understood the pain of being left alone. They were both unfortunate souls, abandoned. After a moment of reflection, a determined look settled in Elyse's eyes. She had loved Theo for three years, but he had betrayed her. Why should she remain loyal to him? She realized she didn't need to be with him at all. As she suddenly stood up, the guests who had been whispering and mocking her fell silent. All eyes instinctively focused on her as she lifted the hem of her dress and confidently walked toward the man in the wheelchair. The sight of a bride in a white wedding dress approaching left the man's guests equally stunned. Hearing the rustle of her dress, the man in the wheelchair turned around slowly. Elyse halted and gazed at the handsome man before her, a spark of surprise in her eyes. She then extended her hand and said, "Hello, I heard you're in need of a bride. My groom just left me. How about we get married?" Chapter 2 What Was She Up To? "My name is Elyse Lloyd. If it's all right with you, we can get married today," she proposed confidently. Her bold proposal left the crowd in shock, prompting several to capture the moment with their phones. "Miss Lloyd, are you certain about this decision? Given my disability, I may not be able to provide the future you envision," the man replied openly, without hiding his condition, and gently urged her to think it over. "I've made up my mind," Elyse responded with determination. "I'm Jayden," he introduced himself. Seeing her resolve, Jayden Owen grasped her hand and shared his concern, "I fear you might regret this choice later on." Elyse chose not to respond. She was sure of her decision. She had once been solely focused on marrying Theo, who never truly reciprocated her love. Now, who she married seemed inconsequential. After efficiently wrapping up the wedding formalities at City Hall, Elyse and Jayden were now bound by matrimony, officially united as husband and wife. With the marriage certificate in hand, Elyse experienced a profound sense of relief. Theo had broken her heart, and she was resolute in never returning to him. Regarding her father, since she would not be marrying into the Ward family, he had another daughter to think about. She understood her little sister Mabel too well. As someone driven by greed, how could Mabel resist the temptation to become Theo's wife and a member of the Ward family? Thus, marrying Jayden was Elyse's perfect escape from her family's clutches. She had no intention of going back home again. While she gazed thoughtfully at the marriage certificate, Jayden asked, "What's on your mind? Regretting your decision to marry a disabled man?" Elyse shook her head, took hold of the wheelchair, and replied, "I think it was a good decision." Jayden smiled slightly, though his eyes betrayed a hint of skepticism and mistrust. How could any woman genuinely want to marry a disabled man? He figured she was just putting on an act--an act that couldn't last forever. He needed a bride momentarily to distract his family while he pursued his own goals. Well, he decided, he might as well see what she was up to. Elyse helped Jayden into the car, and they drove to his house. Jayden's home was opulent, complete with a garden and a swimming pool, and staffed with a butler in a tuxedo and uniformed maids. As Elyse stepped onto the plush wool carpet, she truly realized that her new husband was far from ordinary. The butler, Driscoll Lee, approached them respectfully and inquired, "Mr. Owen, is this your bride?" Surveying the opulent house and recollecting her newlywed husband's full name, a sudden realization dawned on Elyse. The Owens were the most influential family in town, and Jayden Owen was particularly notable among his peers for his business acumen and exceptional talent. He was one of the wealthiest men around. However, after a car accident a year ago that cost him his legs, Jayden had faded from the public eye and his prior achievements were largely forgotten. So, she had married the legendary Jayden Owen? Elyse recalled hearing rumors about his engagement to a girl from the Foster family. The bride who had disappeared on her wedding day was supposed to be that Foster girl. Upon hearing Jayden's full name at City Hall, Elyse hadn't dwelled on it much. If she had known his background sooner, she wouldn't have had the courage to broach the topic of marriage with him. Jayden noticed the shock and panic on her face but remained silent. He still doubted that she truly hadn't recognized him. After all, his disability was well known. "This is Elyse Lloyd, my wife. From now on, she will be the hostess here," Jayden introduced her firmly. "Joanna Foster escaped on our wedding day because she didn't want to marry a disabled man," he added bluntly. "Joanna Foster disappeared on the wedding day?" Driscoll expressed his surprise. The Foster family had been eager to forge a union with the Owen family through marriage, pushing for Jayden to marry Joanna. On the wedding day, however, the bride had disappeared. Wasn't this a deliberate humiliation of Jayden? Driscoll felt sympathy for him and offered some consolation, "Sir, perhaps it's for the best that she left. It seems you might have found the right person after all." Elyse had shown no concern for Jayden's disability and was willing to marry him. That indeed counted for something. Chapter 3 He Could Walk Fluidly Looking at Jayden's legs, Elyse felt a wave of sympathy for him. Jayden had once been at the pinnacle of success, and now he seemed so vulnerable. Just because he was disabled, his bride had callously abandoned him at the altar, showing him no respect whatsoever. He must have felt even more devastated than she did during the wedding. Approaching Jayden, Elyse took his hand and said earnestly, "Don't worry. We are husband and wife now. I will take care of you for the rest of our lives." Jayden's expression turned rigid. Could she really mean it, promising to take care of him for a lifetime? He doubted her sincerity, thinking she was just putting on an act of compassion. Without a word, Jayden maneuvered his wheelchair into the study on the first floor. "I'm sorry," Driscoll said apologetically. "Since his accident, he's been a bit more temperamental." "It's fine. I understand," Elyse replied, dismissing it with a wave of her hand. Anyone in his situation might change. She then followed Driscoll upstairs to a room on the second floor. -- "Sir." In the study stood a bald man named Vinny Bailey, clad in a tight black shirt that accentuated his prominent tendons. Respectfully, Vinny ignited a lighter and lit a cigar for Jayden. "Joanna has gone abroad. The Foster family is desperately trying to come up with a solution." "They've taken thirty million and five major projects from me. Is this their way of repaying me?" Jayden let out a puff of smoke and remarked casually, "If I don't teach them a lesson, others will see me as a pushover. The Fosters need to learn a few things." "Do you want us to bring Joanna back?" Vinny inquired, nodding. "And as for your new wife, should we make some introductions with our men?" "No need." Jayden, cigar clenched between his teeth, lifted a document from the desk and strolled over to the window. The wheelchair was tucked away in a corner of the room, ignored, as he moved fluidly across the floor. This document detailed Elyse's entire life, from her childhood through to her college life, even including her romance with Theo. He casually flipped through the pages and drawled, "An ordinary woman. She married me just for my money." Back then, the Owens had declared their search for a wife for Jayden, aiming simply to secure an heir. Upon the announcement, no wealthy family was eager to marry their daughter to him, except for the Fosters, who had enriched themselves through their daughters' marriage. The Fosters' motive was straightforward--to exchange their daughter for resources and money. Vinny saw no other reason for Elyse to marry Jayden but for financial gain. Yet, there was another twist. "She was originally going to marry Theo Ward." "Ward? The Ward family that's well-known?" Jayden lifted an eyebrow. "Yes. But apparently, the groom ran off to reunite with his ex-girlfriend after receiving a phone call." Vinny paused, then speculated, "Maybe she married you just to spite Theo Ward." Jayden ceased perusing the documents and glanced up at Vinny with a hint of annoyance. "You're looking at it too simplistically. By marrying me, she stands to gain more. That's the real reason she married me, despite my disability." In Jayden's eyes, Elyse hadn't yet revealed her true intentions. But he didn't mind her interest in his money. He needed a wife to appease his family. If she married him for gain, it would make a future divorce simpler for him. -- Perched on the edge of the bed, Elysee scrolled through her phone and noticed the trending topics. #Bridegroom Ran Away For His Ex #Bride Marries Stranger To Anger Her Ranaway Groom She casually scrolled through the comments. The public deemed the entire situation unbelievable and both parties' actions as unreasonable. Nevertheless, discussions had thrust Elyse's name into circulation because of it. Some even discovered she was a violinist in an orchestra and stumbled upon a video of her past performance. Unable to resist, Elyse was watching these videos when Theo called. "Where are you, Elyse? Let's meet and talk." Chapter 4 Who Were You Married To? As Elyse descended the stairs to the villa's entrance, Driscoll approached her with concern. "It's quite late. Where are you off to? Shall I arrange a car for you?" "No, thanks. I'll be back soon." Driscoll watched her depart before heading to the study. Elyse, having agreed to meet Theo, called a taxi and was soon en route. Fifteen minutes later, she entered a coffee shop and instantly noticed Theo, who was in high spirits, busy texting on his phone. A flicker of sarcasm crossed her eyes as she approached and sat across from him. Theo looked up, his expression souring. "Why are you so late? Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting?" Staring back at him, Elyse felt a chill. They had been together for a long time, yet he was always domineering toward her, a stark contrast to his demeanor with Kaelyn. She had once loved him, believing she could endure anything. Only today had she realized how foolish that was. If she didn't love herself, how could she expect anyone else to love her? "If you don't want to wait, you can leave," Elyse retorted icily. Theo, taken aback by her response, grew visibly more upset. "You're holding a grudge about what happened at the wedding, aren't you? I get why you're upset, but you can't be more understanding and reasonable? I left because Kaelyn was in dire straits--she was depressed and contemplating suicide." "You can go to anyone you want. You don't need to explain anything to me--I don't care anymore." Elyse found humor in his words. Theo couldn't believe she was indifferent. They had been together for three years, and everyone knew how deeply she loved him. He thought her claim of indifference was merely a result of anger. But he was confident he could easily resolve this. Just a few sweet words and she'd come back to him. "It's not a big deal. I came back to you after handling everything, didn't I? I'll visit your parents soon, and we can start planning the wedding again," Theo said. "No need for that." "What?" "There won't be a wedding." Elyse's face was devoid of emotion. "We're done." "Why are you still upset? I left at the wedding, but I came back for you. Can't you forgive me?" Theo frowned. "Forgive you? Forgive you for abandoning me for another woman?" Elyse slammed her hand on the table. "Do you have any idea what I've been through since you left? Your family has been calling me names, even though you were the one who left me at the altar--just for another woman!" "Elyse Lloyd!" Theo shouted her name furiously. "What others say is their issue. Isn't our three-year relationship strong enough for you to trust me?" "Three years, and yet you never forgot your ex," Elyse countered, her face marked by disappointment. "I believed we'd be together forever, but it seems three years was our limit. We're done, Theo. It's clear we're not suited for each other." While speaking, she retrieved a ring from her bag and set it down on the table--the same ring he had used to propose. She recalled the joy she felt that day, now overshadowed by her current despair. Elyse gave Theo one last look, mentally closing the chapter on their three years together. She grabbed her bag and departed without a backward glance. Theo was stunned. Was Elyse dumping him? He always saw her as a simp, her family reliant on his. How could she just walk away? Humiliated, he chased after her, grabbed her shoulder, and said forcefully, "You have no right to break things off! Remember, your father's business relies on me. Without me, your family has nothing. Come back, and we'll marry in a few days to make up for today!" "Let me go!" Elyse fought back fiercely and yelled with defiance and frustration, "I'm married. Stop bothering me!" "So what if you are married! You will always belong to me." After blurting that out, he froze and asked incredulously, "What did you say? You're married? Who to?" While he was momentarily dazed, Elyse wriggled free from his grip. She hadn't anticipated turning around to find Jayden sitting in a wheelchair quietly a few meters behind her. "Jayden!" she exclaimed. Chapter 5 You Can Stand? "Didn't I make it clear? I'm married. We're over. This is my husband," Elyse said as she quickly moved to Jayden's side, gripping his arm. Theo stared at Jayden, failing to recognize him. With a sneer, he said, "To get back at me, you married a disabled man?" He then extended his hand, commanding in a domineering tone, "Elyse, come here! I'll make it up to you when we get back." But Elyse looked at him as if he were a stranger. "Did you hear me? Come here!" Theo grew frustrated. Elyse reflected on how she would have responded in the past--she would definitely walk over to his side. She had loved him deeply for three years. Her feelings had been genuine. Yet, the depth of her affection made the betrayal harder to bear. On her first birthday after they got together, she wanted to celebrate it by the sea. To make her happy, Theo bought a camera, promising to capture beautiful photos of her. As they were about to board the plane for their trip to the seaside, Kaelyn was injured on a film set and called Theo. Without any hesitation, Theo left her stranded at the airport. It was the most disappointing birthday Elyse had ever experienced. Theo had once vowed to attend her debut performance with her orchestra, yet she ended up not seeing him there. She lingered in the hall all night, only to learn the next day that he had missed the performance because Kaelyn had become drunk at a dinner party while trying to land a role. He stayed because he was worried she might be taken advantage of. For three years, he had been Kaelyn's protector, but he had never offered Elyse the same safeguard. This accumulation of disappointments came to a head at the wedding. She knew she deserved love and respect, not neglect. "I am Jayden's wife now. I owe my loyalty to him," declared Elyse with a chill in her voice. "Elyse Lloyd!" Theo roared, enraged. He thought Elyse was merely being spiteful and fabricating things due to the day's incidents. As he tried to seize her hand, Jayden intervened, blocking him swiftly. Theo struggled to free his hand, but was unable to. He couldn't overpower a disabled man? The realization pissedhim off. "Release me!" Theo exploded with anger. "She has no desire to leave with you. Can't you understand?" Jayden pressed slowly, his force causing Theo's features to twist in distress. Jayden held on until Theo cried out in pain before releasing him. "Remember this day, Elyse. You'll regret it in the future!" With a hint of embarrassment, Theo glared at Elyse and stormed off after his declaration. Watching him leave, Elyse felt a bitter smile form within her. She knew Theo would not easily let go of being humiliated, but there was no turning back for them now. "Let's go home, Elyse." "Okay." After helping Jayden into the car, they both sat silently, gazing out the window and avoiding any mention of Theo. "How did you know I was out here?" Elyse asked, her curiosity piqued. Without turning to face her, Jayden replied, "Driscoll mentioned it wasn't safe for you to be alone at this hour, so I came to pick you up." In truth, he had suspected she was up to something secretive, but it turned out she was merely meeting her ex. This revelation left him slightly disappointed. "Since you've married me, you should sever ties with your ex. My family members are strict, and I can't cover for you if they find out you're still seeing another man." "I won't see him again. I met him just to return a ring," Elyse responded, nodding. Jayden said nothing more. As long as Elyse respected his boundaries, she was free to make her own choices. When they arrived home, Elyse noticed Jayden heading straight for the study again. Curious, she asked Driscoll, "Why is he always in the study?" "The study is not only his workplace, but it has also become a sanctuary for his soul," Driscoll explained. "And why doesn't he return to his room?" "He does sometimes, but we rarely know when. He prefers that we don't fuss over him too much." With that, Driscoll departed. After freshening up in her room, Elyse was preparing for bed, but her thoughts lingered on the day's events with Jayden. She realized that despite his reserved nature, he was genuinely concerned for her safety. Feeling grateful and wanting to express her thanks, she left her room and walked towards the study. As she approached, she noticed the door was slightly ajar, casting a sliver of light into the hallway. Elyse pushed the door open and to her surprise, saw Jayden standing. She gasped and asked, "Jayden, you can stand?" ==== "You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don't we get married?" Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful and healthy tycoon. Was Jayden's fake disability revealed just like that? What happens next? 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2,279,249	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2279246}'	Yes	2024-11-05 00:41	active	1684	❤️‍🔥Mafia’s Revenge	It's dawn already and the soon to be bride was still fast asleep when she felt a pair of eyes watching her. She flipped her eyes open as they held gaze with that of her mother's. "Damn it! Mom, why are you here? Were you seriously watching me while I slept?" Joanna asked, with raised brows. "My baby, mom just felt like watching you for a while. I just can't believe my baby is actually getting married today. You've grown so big to become someone's bride." Mrs Smith grinned as she stroked her hair softly, blinking back her tears. Realization dawned on Joanna that today was her supposed wedding with someone she knows nothing about except, what the internet tells you. Isn't it annoying? "All thanks to you Mom. So why are you acting up?" Joanna asked with a scoff and then rolled her eyes as she sat up properly on her bed. "Joan, You should be happy I made the right decision for you. You're getting married to a popular and wealthy man in Los Angeles. Every girl wishes they're in your position right now. so, value what you have while you still can." Mrs Smith gritted out as she stood up from her daughter's bed. "I don't value what can't be valued Mom! How do you expect me to cope with someone I have no feelings for?" Joanna yells as tears well up in her eyes. "You would learn to love him dear. Just clean those tears of yours and act like a bride that you are. Shedding these tears ain't gonna do nothing. Go freshen up, the makeup artists would be here soon." Mrs Smith said with a frown on her face as she exited her daughter's room. Joanna cried for some seconds before dragging her feet to her girlish bathroom. An hour later, Joanna stood staring at herself in her big mirror screwed to the wall of her room. The makeup artists were all wowed at her beauty. She looks extremely beautiful in her wedding gown. The wedding gown fitted her body down to her hip area before flowing all the way down. The makeup on her face added extra beauty to her which made her look so outstanding. Mrs Smith, who was ready, walked into her daughter's room to get her. The moment she stepped into Joanna's bedroom, her mouth was left hanging as she ran her eyes all over her daughter's body. "My baby girl, you are looking just like a queen." Mrs Smith pulled her into a hug with smiles on her face. Joanna, who is getting married, has no smile on her face. All the things happening are already making her feel extremely suffocated and she just couldn't wait to end it all! Joanna was led out of her room to the car parked in front of her house. She hopped in and the driver sped off to the reception venue. Their marriage has been registered already. This big party is being held so the world would know Miquel Salvador is now a married man. They got to the venue with her Mom's car behind hers. The driver pulled the door open as Joanna stepped out dazzling everyone with her beauty. With the way the wedding dress hugged her tightly, it felt as though it was designed just for her. It brought out all of her curvy shape. No one could take their eyes off her as she stepped into the huge and filled up reception hall. All the people present were either Mafias or wealthy businessmen. The thought of Joanna getting married to a Mafia boss, made her skin crawl…. Joanna walked straight up to her mother in law as she pulled her into her arms and engulfed her in a tight hug. "I'm so glad to have you as my daughter in law. You look so breathtaking darling" Her mother in law couldn't stop raining praises on her. After greeting Mr Salvador and a few other important persons, she was escorted by her mother in law to sit beside her Mafia husband. Joanna felt a cold shiver rushed down her veins as she sat close to the cold handsome guy beside her. His face was void of emotions as he typed away on his phone. This is the first time she had actually been this close to him. The only time she had seen his pictures was on the internet. It's a misery that she would actually get married to a man who was known as the cruel Mafia Boss. A man who doesn't think twice before hurting his victims. "Miquel, won't you say hello to your bride? I guess this is the first time the both of you are meeting each other, you should both get along well since you're both married now." Miguel's Mother beamed while staring at her son. "Did you say, Hello?" Miquel asked and scoffed loudly. "Shit! Why should I say something like that to this bich?" Miquel suddenly asked his Mother with a smirk on his face. Luckily, the music playing didn't let other ears pick the words he had just uttered. "Are you out of your mind, Miquel? She's not a bich! She's your wife! Why must you use that word on her? Weren't you the one who was so determined to make her your wife? So what's going on!" Miquel's Mother yelled as she felt deeply angered by her Son's inappropriate words. Joanna fiddled with her fingers as she felt extremely hurt by his words and she tried hard to conceal her pain but, Her mother in law saw through her. "You should know I had my reasons for wanting to get married to a fragile woman like her. I'm sitted here doesn't mean I'm acknowledging her as my wife." "I'm only here today because I needed to give the public a good show. Else, I won't have shown my face in this disgusting wedding." Miquel growls out in total disgust. "That's enough, shut your mouth!" Miquel's mother yelled at him before taking her gaze to Joanna who was almost at the peak of tears. "I'm apologizing to you on his behalf dear. Please don't take whatever he says to heart. I guess he's just not in a good mood today" Miquel scoffs on hearing his mother's words as he immediately stood up to greet his Mafia family but abruptly stopped and turned around to face Joanna. His cold eyes glaring into her face had almost made her peed on herself. "Let's go home, My bride and don't dare keep me waiting!" Miquel threatened, turned around and stormed off to his car. Joanna was shocked, her eyes almost bulging out of their sockets as she gently stood up and made her way out of the hall. Chapter 2: As Joanna got outside the hall, She saw Miquel's Limousine in front of her. Miquel was already seated inside, not sparing her a glance. One of his bodyguards opened her side of the car door and she reluctantly got in before the car sped off. The tension in the car was palpable. Even though the air condition was on, Joanna was sweating so badly. "Take off your panties!" Miquel uttered, still not sparing her a glance. "Wh..What!" Joanna screamed out, surprised to hear him say such words to her. Miquel scoffed and finally pinned his icy gaze on hers. "What? Is there a problem? Aren't you my bride? Don't make me repeat myself, you will regret it!" He threatened, his eyes becoming darker. Joanna glared at him in stunned silence, the implications of Miquel's words slowly sinking in. She could feel her eyes watered and the heat rising in her cheeks as she fumbled with the hem of her dress, trying to discreetly remove her underwear. The silence in the car was deafening, the only sound was the low hum of the engine and the soft rustle of fabric as Joanna complied with Miquel's demand. As she pulled the lacy garment down her legs, Joanna's heart pounded in her chest. She had no idea what the Mafia Boss was planning, but she knew it couldn't be good. Joanna finally managed to remove her underwear, her hands trembling as she placed them on her lap, unsure of what to do with them. Miquel smirked, his gaze shifting to the road as the car continued to speed through the city streets. "Good girl," he murmured, the words sending a chill through Joanna's body. After several long moments, Miquel finally spoke again. "Give them to me," he ordered, extending a hand towards her. Joanna hesitated for a moment, her cheeks burning with shame, before reluctantly handing the panties to him. Miquel took the panties from her, his fingers brushing against Joanna's trembling hand as he did so. He examined them for a moment, a cruel smirk on his lips, before stuffing them into his jacket pocket. "Those are mine now," he said, his voice coming out cold and dangerous. "And if you try to take them back, or disobey me in any way, I will make you regret it." He threatened. Joanna swallowed hard, her heart racing as Miquel turned back to face the road. The car finally pulled up in front of a grandiose mansion, the gates opening automatically to allow them through. Joanna felt a knot of dread forming in her stomach as she realized that this was her new home, or probably her prison. Miquel climbed out of the car, his bodyguards following close behind, and Joanna forced herself to do the same, trying to ignore the humiliation and fear that was pulsing through her veins. As she stood on the front steps, the massive double doors of the mansion opened, and she was faced with a butler who bowed to her and ushered her inside. "Come with me!" Miquel's words abruptly shut the butler up from saying whatever he had wished to say to Joanna. Joanna followed Miquel up the grand staircase, her heart pounding as she realized that he was probably leading her to his bedroom. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her back, his silent command that she shouldn't look back or dare speak a word. Finally, they reached the master suite, and Miquel pushed open the heavy oak door with a forceful shove. Before Joanna could even take in her surroundings, Miquel grabbed her by the waist, his strong arms pinning her against the wall as his lips crushed against hers. Joanna tried to push Miquel away, but he was too strong, his grip on her arms like iron as he continued to kiss her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth with possessive hunger. "Mine," he growled against her lips, his breath hot on her skin. "You are mine now, Joanna. And I will have you whenever and however I please." Miquel smirked at her, loving how fragile she was in his arms. Joanna whimpered, her body trembling with fear, her mind reeling with shock and confusion as Miquel began to rip her wedding dress from her body. "Should I tell you why a Mafia boss got married to a weak woman like you?" Miquel asked, his breath fanning her face. Joanna shuddered but wished to know the reason. Thus, she nodded her head repeatedly making Miquel chuckle and the next minute, his face was deadly cold. He suddenly held onto her cheek, not minding the fact that he was hurting her and he glared into her face. "You are paying for your father's debts! Did your father think I'd forget my money after his death? Never! Miquel Savaldor isn't such a good man." He gritted into her face. Joanna's eyes widened in horror as the realization of her fate dawned on her. Miquel's words echoed in her head, her father's debt, her new life as his prisoner, his words "mine" still ringing in her ears. Her body trembled, tears stinging her eyes as she realized the truth of her situation. She had wondered why her mother was bent on getting her Married to Miguel. 'Does it mean her mother knows about her father's debt to a Mafia boss?' Joanna thought inwardly. "Please," she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. "Please, Miquel, I'm not my father. I didn't ask for any of this." Miquel's face twisted into a cruel smile. Joanna's pleas fell on deaf ears as Miquel's smile grew even more menacing. "Your father's debt is your debt now, Joanna. And you will pay it back to me, in whatever way I see fit," he growled, his grip on her cheeks tightening. "Now, are you going to be a good little bride, or do I have to remind you of your place?" His voice was like ice, chilling her to the bone. Chapter 3: Joanna whimpered, her body trembling as Miquel held her in place against the wall. She knew that she was powerless against him, his strength and his cruelty overwhelming her. "I'll... I'll be good," she whispered, her voice shaking with fear. Miquel's smile widened, his eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. "Good girl," he purred, releasing her cheek with a quick slap. "Now, let's make sure you know your place." Miquel pushed Joanna away from the wall, sending her staggering backwards. She stumbled and fell to her knees, her eyes widening in fear as he loomed over her. "Now, take off my shoes," he ordered, his voice cold and a weird smirk on his face. Joanna hesitated, her hands shaking as she reached for the laces of his expensive dress shoes. She untied them slowly, her heart racing as she pulled them off one by one, setting them aside on the floor. "Now, crawl to the bed," he said, a dangerous gleam in his eyes. Joanna's throat tightened, her heart hammering against her ribcage as she obediently crawled towards the bed, her hands and knees cold against the hardwood floor. Miquel followed behind her, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the room. When they reached the bed, he sat down on the edge, his eyes fixed on Joanna's trembling form. He loved how she was looking. "Remove the rest of your clothing," he ordered, his voice laced with a hint of satisfaction. Joanna gently nodded, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on her torn wedding dress as she removed it piece by piece. Joanna stood before Miquel, completely naked, her body exposed and vulnerable to his gaze. She could feel his eyes roaming over her, his hunger evident in the way his breath quickened. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice icy and threatening. "I want to see that damn ass." Joanna hesitated, her eyes filling with tears, but she knew better than to defy him. She turned around, her hands covering her breasts as she tried to protect her modesty. Miquel chuckled, his hands running up and down her legs, his fingers tracing the curves of her body. "Mm, such a perfect little body," Miquel murmured, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "I can't wait to have my fill of you." Joanna shuddered, her whole body quivering with fear and shame. She bit her lip to hold back a sob, her mind racing with thoughts of escape. But she knew that there was no escape from a cruel Mafia's grasp. "Get on the bed," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. Joanna did as she was told, crawling onto the bed, her body shaking with each movement. Miquel climbed onto the bed behind her, his large frame looming over her like a predator. He ran his hands over her back, his fingers trailing down her spine and over the curve of her hips. "Such a pretty little bride," he murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "And now, you're all mine." Joanna let out a shuddering sob, her body wracked with fear and despair. Miquel chuckled, his fingers trailing lower, tracing the line of her ass. He leaned down, his lips pressing against Joanna's neck, his teeth grazing her skin in a dangerous caress. "You're mine to do with as I please, Joan" he growled, his words a dark promise of the things to come. "And I'm going to enjoy every inch of you, my sweet little bride." Joanna whimpered, her body tensing as Miquel's hands slid lower, his fingers probing between her legs. "You're so wet for me, my little bride," Miquel murmured, his voice a mix of pleasure and amusement. "It seems your body knows what your mind doesn't want to admit. You want this, Joanna. You want me." Joanna bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan as Miquel's fingers continued to explore her. She hated to admit it but, He was right, her body was betraying her, responding to his touch despite her revulsion and terror. "Don't fight it," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "You belong to me now." Miquel's fingers slid deeper, his touch igniting a fire within Joanna's body. She let out a gasp, unable to contain her pleasure as he continued to toy with her, his fingers circling her most sensitive areas. "That's it, my little bride," he purred, his lips trailing down her neck. "Give in to me." Joanna's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her body arching against his touch. She knew she should fight, should try to resist, but her body was already lost to his touch, her mind consumed with desire. Miquel's hands continued their exploration, his fingers pushing deeper, his thumb circling her clit. Joanna's moans grew louder, her body trembling with pleasure as he pushed her closer and closer to the edge. "I'm going to make you cum for me," he murmured, his voice a low growl. "And then, I'm going to take you, my little bride. I'm going to make you mine in every way." Joanna cried out, her body arching as Miquel's fingers pushed her over the edge, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Miquel's touch softened, his fingers slowing as Joanna's body trembled with the aftershocks of her release. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice a low whisper in her ear. "Now, it's my turn." He pushed her onto her back, his body looming over hers as he undressed, his eyes hungry and possessive. Joanna trembled, her eyes widening as she saw the size of Miquel's erection, the hardness of his body as he positioned himself between her legs. Miquel's hands caressed Joanna's thighs, his touch gentle but firm as he positioned himself at her entrance. "Look at me," he ordered, his voice so cold and intense. Joanna met his gaze, her eyes widened with fear. Miquel's smile was predatory, his eyes dark with lust. "This is the moment you become mine, Joanna. The moment you become my wife, and my slave." He pushed his erected phallus inside her, his breath catching as he filled her completely. Chapter 4: Joanna cried out, her body tensing around Miquel's as he began to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate. His hands moved over her body, exploring her curves, his touch rough and possessive. "You're so tight," he growled, his teeth grazing her shoulder. "So perfect! So mine!" He gritted. Joanna whimpered, her body arching as Miquel's pace quickened, his thrusts growing harder, deeper. He wrapped a hand around her throat, his grip firm but not tight, his eyes fixed on hers as he claimed her. His thrusts grew more frantic as his pleasure built. Joanna's eyes fluttered closed, her body surrendering to his touch, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he took her over the edge. Miquel's fingers dug into her skin as he climaxed, his body trembling as he filled her with his seed. Once he was done, Miquel moved away from Joanna's body as if repulsed, the expression of desire on his face quickly replaced by one of disgust. He wiped himself clean, his movements swift and efficient, and without a single glance in Joanna's direction, he strode out of the room, leaving her lying alone on the bed. Joanna lay there, her body still shaking from the encounter, her mind reeling as she processed what had just happened. She felt dirty and used, like a piece of trash that had been discarded without a second thought. Joanna stared up at the ceiling, her eyes tracing the ornate plasterwork that hung overhead. She could still feel Miquel's touch on her skin, his fingers digging into her flesh as he had claimed her as his own. Tears stung her eyes, and she squeezed them shut, trying to block out the memory of what had just happened. But it was no use; the feeling of helplessness and despair was too strong, and she felt as though she might drown in it. She remained there for what felt like an eternity, her mind still spinning from the events. The room was silent save for the rhythmic ticking of the clock on the bedside table, its steady beat a constant reminder of the passage of time. As the minutes ticked by, Joanna's tears finally dried up, her eyes red and swollen from the ordeal. She rolled over onto her side, pulling the blanket up over her body as she curled into a tight ball. Miquel arrived at his usual hangout spot, where his best friend, Gio, was already waiting. They greeted each other with a firm handshake and exchanged a knowing glance. "So, how did it go?" Gio finally asked, taking a swig from his beer. "I assume she's officially 'yours' now, right?" Gio added, with a small smile playing on his lips. Miquel smirked, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Oh, she's mine alright." "Did she give you any trouble?" Gio asked, his expression curious. He wanted to know the full details of what happened between the couples. Miquel shook his head. "She was scared and weak, just like I knew she would be. But, she's mine now. I'll break her soon enough." Miguel said with an evil glint in his eyes. Gio raised an eyebrow. "Break her, huh? Well, just don't forget she's kind of valuable to us. You're going to need her for the upcoming deal with the Moretti family." Gio said and took a sip from his glass. Miquel nodded, his jaw clenched. "Hmm,I know." "Still," Gio continued, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, "I can't help but wonder if there might be more to this girl than meets the eye. We both know her father was a shrewd businessman, and his debts to us weren't insignificant. Maybe she's hiding something valuable that could benefit our organization." "Don't you think so?" Gio inquired, staring intensely at Miguel. Miquel's gaze hardened at the suggestion. "Maybe, but I'm not going to get my hands dirty trying to extract information from a girl like her. I'll use her for what I need, and then dispose of her whenever I'm done!" Miguel gritted out, staring into space. "Her value to us extends beyond what she can tell us," Gio reminded him. "She's a valuable bargaining chip with the Moretti family. They respect strength, and having a beautiful, young wife shows that you're in control. And if it doesn't work out, well, let's just say I wouldn't mind 'disposing' of her myself." Gio sternly said and finished the last of his drink and slammed the glass down on the table, a malicious grin on his face. Miquel's eyes narrowed, contemplating Gio's words and a sudden frown appeared on his face. "She's my wife, Gio," Miquel growled, his voice laced with warning. "I don't need your permission to decide when she's no longer useful to me." Gio held up his hands in a show of mock surrender. "Fine, fine, she's your wife. But let's not forget that in this business, there are no guarantees, even for a boss like you. Just remember that I have your back, and I'll be here when you need me." Miquel scoffed and took a sip from his glass, slammed it on the table and stood up. "I'm heading to my dungeon, are you coming along?" He asked, staring down at Gio who was a bit shocked from the sound that erupted from Miguel's glass. Gio chuckled, "You're weird, man!" He uttered and stood up. "I'm definitely coming along," he added. The duo got into their various cars and drove off to the dungeon location. The moment Miguel's Rolls Royce rolled to a stop, his hefty men assembled before him while one of them pulled the door open for him to get down. Miguel got down from his car, his brows knitted together as he stood before his men with Gio beside him. "Where's that dimwit?" Miguel asked, his voice as cold as ice. 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2,279,574	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2279573}'	Yes	2024-11-05 00:43	active	1684	Sell Your Intuitive Brilliance [FREE TRAINING]	Struggling to express the true EXPANSIVENESS of your work so the clients you’re meant to work with get it? After 20 years in the marketing industry and as a Pranic Healer... I’ve seen too many soulful coaches and healers looking to convey the value of their work with ‘outward expressions,’ ...like website upgrades, premium brand colors, and raising their prices willy-nilly. It’s leaving them: ❌Not knowing exactly what to say in their content ❌Playing small and hiding their true brilliance ❌Selling offers they don’t love anymore ❌Over-delivering for clients who deplete their empath soul They want to feel energized and inspired - but are left wondering what to say to attract the right clients on repeat. Maybe you’re feeling this way too? But it doesn’t have to be that way. Not at all. If you want to spend your precious time with clients who are excited to work with you: You MUST articulate the value of your innate brilliance, stat! 🚨 …and the only way to do that is through the power of your unique messaging, expressed with energetics that make you irresistible ✨ You CAN attract the clients you most want to work with, the ones that light your soul on fire who… 👉 Are excited and ready to work with you 👉 Value your expertise 👉 Are happy to pay your prices 👉 Take responsibility for their results 👉 Re-book, and refer you to all their friends …and you KNOW it’s time for this to be your reality, right? How? 🤩 The answer is inside my brand new on-demand training: Sell Your Intuitive Brilliance... where I teach you how to stand out in your crowded industry and articulate the value of your work with messaging that attracts ENERGETICALLY-ALIGNED CLIENTS consistently… ...EVEN IF you feel invisible and have been hiding your true, magnetic brilliance for far too long. 🙌🥳 🙌 ➡️ If you desire a NEW way of conveying your unique message (that speaks to the heart of your most desirable clients) - Simply click the link below to INSTANTLY get your hands on this game-changing training	LEARN_MORE	https://www.iamjoingram.co/radiate-training-signup	Joanna Ingram - Intuitive Brand Consultant	https://www.facebook.com/iamjoingram/	635	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	iamjoingram.co	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://www.iamjoingram.co/radiate-training-signup	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/461337711_1089660022758731_3928297372087597079_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=7D1ZoRisNDMQ7kNvgH35k52&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AIGjC8BTOUnfBKZmIzC-cME&oh=00_AYAy8j5j46lziJM7ybXEcPRfeiL0yS3LiOTcd1UJm0k38A&oe=672FA35E	PERSON_PROFILE	Joanna Ingram - Intuitive Brand Consultant	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,279,141	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2279081}'	Yes	2024-11-05 00:41	active	1684		🚀 Dołącz do Pionierskiego Zespołu branży Networku! 🚀 Chcesz być częścią przełomowego projektu, który na zawsze zmieni branżę network marketingu w Polsce i Europie? 👉Właśnie teraz masz okazję, by dołączyć do naszego zespołu i współtworzyć globalny projekt Business&Leadership Group 🌍! W ramach projektu BL Group wspólnie podnosimy standardy, tworzymy unikalne możliwości rozwoju, a nasz zawód właśnie zmierza ku uznaniu na poziomie krajowym. Trwają bowiem prace nad oficjalnym wpisaniem profesji networkera do polskiego rejestru zawodów! 🤝 Czasy są sprzyjające: 1️⃣. Ruszają pierwsze w Europie akademickie studia MBA z zakresu networku. 2️⃣. Zawód nasz będzie niebawem wpisany w oficjalny rejestr zawodów w Polsce. 3️⃣. Ludzie szukają alternatyw w biznesie online. Nie godzą się już na życie przeciętne. Czasy się zmieniają! ➡️ Dlaczego warto do nas dołączyć? 🔹Nowatorskie możliwości edukacyjne - wspieramy rozwój kompetencji, które uczynią Cię ekspertem w tej dziedzinie. Będziesz zdobywać wiedzę i praktykę w strukturze dostosowanej do rzeczywistości rynku. 🔹Rozwój kariery w branży przyszłości - network marketing to dynamicznie rozwijająca się branża, która zmienia sposób, w jaki ludzie pracują i budują niezależność finansową. 🔹Profesjonalizacja zawodu networkera - jesteśmy częścią procesu, który zmienia podejście do marketingu sieciowego. Nasza praca to coś więcej niż tylko współpraca - to wspólne tworzenie uznanej profesji! Jeśli szukasz stabilnego wsparcia, inspiracji i motywacji, by rozwinąć swoje skrzydła w nowoczesnym network marketingu, zgłoś się już dziś! Napisz do mnie 📩 DM. Razem tworzymy coś, czego jeszcze nie było. 🌐 Dołącz do zespołu, który wyznacza nowe standardy w network marketingu! Czekamy właśnie na Ciebie! 🤝 ➡️ @feldman_joanna #businessandleadershipgroup #blgroup #biznesonline #zmiana #sukces #wolność #kobietasukcesu #zmiana #aloesowepetardy #kobietaniezależna #podróże #profesjonalizm #klasa #przywództwo #kompetencje	INSTAGRAM_MESSAGE	http://instagram.com/feldman_joanna	Joanna Grabski - Mindset / Business / Holistic Wellness	https://www.facebook.com/JoannaGrabskiBusiness/	410	1969-12-31 18:00	Send message	instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/feldman_joanna	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465479513_1021353126413768_1228200499132449398_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=0ZZ4Eca7WqsQ7kNvgHZxkgk&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AAQA_R3ONT8rtW5nXS6j-KB&oh=00_AYDIYSpElVTSc4PV3sDWJdE4zdahO7SNmKWU4DKX4Chqmg&oe=672F833C	PERSON_PROFILE	Joanna Grabski - Mindset / Business / Holistic Wellness	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,279,967	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2279965}'	Yes	2024-11-05 00:44	active	1684	Joanna Baker Wedding Photographer	I am here for the - deeply in love couples -, for all the "we say yes" brave ones and for those who want to capture their deep love & story forever. I want to remind you of how you had goosebumps, how the wind blew through your hair, how you can feel the warmth of the sun's rays on your skin again. Because photos are for feeling & remembering, that's my #1 goal as a wedding photographer. Your love story is my passion.	GET_QUOTE	http://www.joannabaker.de/contact	Joanna Baker	https://www.facebook.com/joannatabeabaker/	308	1969-12-31 18:00	Get Quote	joannabaker.de	DCO		http://www.joannabaker.de/contact	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463893043_8196119347163466_7794335436128201975_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=Y2_OBJWvVMUQ7kNvgF_IXaF&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=A-IDx5_S1UVJkUmTVA3dhnp&oh=00_AYBb2rvpSnBy3BEMamdsda8Eo7RJ3g5jZfKQBGAmurZdwg&oe=672F856B	PERSON_PROFILE	Joanna Baker	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,280,055	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":true,"simple_request_ratio":0.48863636363636365,"is_bh_selenium":null,"selenium_ratio":null,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-11-05 00:45	active	1684		🏌️‍♂️🎾 Weekend athletes, are you ready to get back in the game? Whether it’s tennis, pickleball, padel, golf, or basketball—hyperbaric oxygen therapy can help you bounce back stronger! 💪 Say goodbye to arthritis and inflammation and hello to more energy! ⚡ Get back on the court, field, or course feeling your best! 🏃‍♂️🏀⛳️ #WeekendWarrior #HyperbaricTherapy #PainRelief #InflammationRelief #SportsRecovery #TennisLife #PickleballPlayers #PadelLovers #GolfLife #Ballers #RecoveryMode #HealthAndWellness #AthleteLife	VIEW_INSTAGRAM_PROFILE	http://instagram.com/cellebrationclinic	Cellebration	https://www.facebook.com/cellebrationclinic/	74	1969-12-31 18:00	Visit Instagram profile	instagram.com	VIDEO		http://instagram.com/cellebrationclinic	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464085591_569259302431134_4765078855512946418_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=ZjMI-BwY8DUQ7kNvgFCVSBu&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AJ6YObI5zLgSMLqJmT46DZL&oh=00_AYCRpGHNF2x8myOHyB4u0Gk38ofophp-Z8XdxC0kpJdJGw&oe=672F7BCE	PERSON_PROFILE	Cellebration	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,279,992	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2279979}'	No	2024-11-05 00:44	active	1684	Read the FULL Version👉🏻	"Your pu**y is dripping for us, begging for us to use it." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. "Do you want that, buttercup? Do you want us to give your little cunt what it craves?" "Y…yes, sir." I breathed Joanna Clover's hard work through university paid off when she got a secretary job offer to her dream company, Dangote Group of Industries. The company is owned by three mafia heirs, they don't only own a joint business, they are also lovers and had been together since their college days. They are sexually attracted to one another but they share everything together including women and they change them like clothes. They are known as the world's most dangerous playboys. They want to share her but will she accept the fact that they fuck each other? Will she be able to navigate business and pleasure? She has never been touched by a man before let alone three, all at the same time. Will she oblige?	LEARN_MORE	https://h5.readinkapp.com/ad/fb/template_custom.ht	Popular novel	https://www.facebook.com/61556564165416/	444	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	h5.readinkapp.com	VIDEO		https://h5.readinkapp.com/ad/fb/template_custom.html?pixelId=714691314167846&templateId=6716417e9d357af7409c4c94&accountId=964327698357054&ar=0&arp=30&art=0&ad_id={{ad.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/464145256_947411814015982_2887204723285543967_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=110&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=-wK60S5W-BoQ7kNvgH5oUxf&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=A6MaYg4h9PvH5xQ0xQRr2_O&oh=00_AYBcN5kqRXZ1hlZccT6SrwC7Ik4SKXFXVHph_cFvMW6CIw&oe=672F95C9	PERSON_PROFILE	Popular novel	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,280,077	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2280071}'	Yes	2024-11-05 00:45	active	1684	Read the FULL Version👉🏻	"Your pu**y is dripping for us, begging for us to use it." His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. "Do you want that, buttercup? Do you want us to give your little cunt what it craves?" "Y…yes, sir." I breathed Joanna Clover's hard work through university paid off when she got a secretary job offer to her dream company, Dangote Group of Industries. The company is owned by three mafia heirs, they don't only own a joint business, they are also lovers and had been together since their college days. They are sexually attracted to one another but they share everything together including women and they change them like clothes. They are known as the world's most dangerous playboys. They want to share her but will she accept the fact that they fuck each other? Will she be able to navigate business and pleasure? She has never been touched by a man before let alone three, all at the same time. Will she oblige?	LEARN_MORE	https://h5.readinkapp.com/ad/fb/template_custom.ht	Popular novel	https://www.facebook.com/61556564165416/	444	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	h5.readinkapp.com	VIDEO		https://h5.readinkapp.com/ad/fb/template_custom.html?pixelId=714691314167846&templateId=6713945c5a6dab9b02ff79c8&accountId=964327698357054&ar=0&arp=30&art=0&ad_id={{ad.id}}&adset_id={{adset.id}}&campaign_id={{campaign.id}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463797313_1103133631235368_793115245976855676_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=104&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=xTrUXhnZ970Q7kNvgHS4Arg&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=Ayc5BwGBSjcvLH7rwr7sQh1&oh=00_AYCSR_r37fXs9WrZ5mdSwCJKf-QImGxPVDbbA7TGWQiltg&oe=672F9D24	PERSON_PROFILE	Popular novel	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,279,388	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-05 00:43	active	1684	{{product.name}}	Compelling 5 part story following the life of one determined boy affected by the 1960s thalidomide catastrophe	ORDER_NOW	https://www.amazon.com/Every-Mothers-Fear-motherho	Contemporary Women's Fiction Writer Joanna Warrington	https://www.facebook.com/WriterJoannaWarrington/	575	1969-12-31 18:00	Order Now	amazon.com	DCO	Powerful family saga	https://www.amazon.com/Every-Mothers-Fear-motherhood-disability-ebook/dp/B078JX8559/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3JZJGU0KQS287&dib=eyJ2IjoiMSJ9.uvJn0OZRChOMhmFRX4sXlmPHiHSG9r-H0as3VoNrKXHw_TF3ozGz0Fd50BaqlfTlJmONwQeednBb5g4Y3NaqF_mNneIG6ZaQBjg36fJQwDwe_0uf3HptZW91hVa-h0Pl3q3IS-fPF2YjxlW6TKTcS1OWxJ6Xh-VdBPs80_ZgsVlwOm40tWb_ULY-uPHOj5V889q6tJuFZS5brGD0kM-0AL_FvnYFv5w-lmGqxj0LBwM.g4ZPqjYAwv4ykgE5XlI-Glc8HoEQOCpbjOFrqaEgAQY&dib_tag=se&keywords=joanna+warrington&qid=1730291755&sprefix=%2Caps%2C138&sr=8-1#customerReviews	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/465083635_539354495499837_1397270418973192972_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=UF43fb-L1o4Q7kNvgFxI3DN&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=AIasvd6iLDjPoBg4yqCko6X&oh=00_AYD48HCiFmls9306ARf97D5YPcwK-OiKJtOcw68VCXJ4ew&oe=672F9ECA	PERSON_PROFILE	Contemporary Women's Fiction Writer Joanna Warrington	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,280,133	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":2280132}'	Yes	2024-11-05 00:45	active	1684	A Star-Crossed Past to a Modern Fate	Faced with the impending fall of Spaunia, a pair of star-crossed lovers, Princess Joanna Shaw and General Thiago Graham, could only hope to rekindle their love in their next lives. The next moment Joanna regained consciousness, she had been reborn into the modern world. By a stroke of fate, she met Thiago, who also had been reborn but had no recollection of her existence and their past affection. Yet, true love never dies. They get into a whirlwind marriage in a moment of confusion.	LEARN_MORE	https://fbpx.16447.com/share/middle/hcwcfyacuj02tk	Kalos tv-video3	https://www.facebook.com/61559118595984/	585	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn more	fbpx.16447.com	VIDEO		https://fbpx.16447.com/share/middle/hcwcfyacuj02tkvyqdbzp0li?ad_id={{ad.id}}&sid=120213343025110033&campaign={{campaign.name}}&adgroup={{adset.name}}	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/463741394_3845872815649669_2506983362524028753_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=lUGPNbIf8D4Q7kNvgHwizRe&_nc_zt=14&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=APRStfBZpsq6N9Zjb9826dE&oh=00_AYBb8TK6nwzYOvAu7ZPGGQyarwIRxFjqiVKQTbjGuai8Zw&oe=672F7C73	PERSON_PROFILE	Kalos tv-video3	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
2,278,941	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-11-05 00:39	active	1684	Read next chapter👉	Her groom ran away from wedding to pursue his first love. Heartbroken, she randomly found a disabled man who was also abandoned to get married. Unexpectedly, he turned out to be a billionaire! ===== Chapter 1 How About We Get Married? "Today is our wedding day! What am I supposed to do if you leave?" At the wedding, Elyse Lloyd was in a panic as she grabbed Theo Ward's wrist to stop him from leaving, her eyes filling with pleading. "Kaelyn knows about our wedding, and now she's threatening to jump off a building. You are aware of her depression, aren't you? I have to go save her." Theo explained impatiently and pushed Elyse aside. The venue was filled with the family and friends of both parties, all seated and waiting. The officiant had posed the question to Theo about his willingness to marry Elyse. Instead of replying, he ignored the officiant, answered his phone, and then abruptly attempted to leave. "Kaelyn Bennett totally stabbed you in the back before. She's caused you so much pain--why the heck must you go see her right now?" "You're not in a position to judge what happened between me and Kaelyn. No matter her wrongs or the pain she caused, you don't measure up to her." A pain struck Elyse's heart. "You're more concerned with your wedding than a living person's life. You're so heartless. Let's reschedule the wedding." Without a glance at her pale face, he strode away from the ornate altar, oblivious to the puzzled looks of gathered guests. Elyse cried out, sitting pitifully on the floor. She trembled, tears ruining her carefully applied makeup. The man she had loved for three years, disregarding her dignity, had chosen another woman without a second thought on their big day. He was consumed with thoughts of Kaelyn's distress but seemed indifferent to how lost and humiliated she felt, left alone at the altar. All around her, countless eyes watched, some mocking, some pitying, and others even gloating. Elyse had never felt such torment! Her father, Lanny Lloyd, approached. She hoped for comfort, but instead, he scolded her sharply, "You can't even keep a man. How useless!" After berating her, he left with his wife, Glenda Lloyd, without a backward glance. Her sister, Mabel Lloyd, emerged from the crowd with a smirk. "Well, that's embarrassing, Elyse. Your groom ran off, and now you're a laughingstock. I'm embarrassed for you. Imagine how Mom and Dad feel." After saying that, she turned and left. One by one, all of Elyse's family members departed, leaving her completely alone. Initially, Theo's parents felt guilty, but upon witnessing her family's reaction, all traces of guilt dissipated. "Even her own parents didn't support her. It seems this isn't entirely Theo's fault." "Yes, if she were a good partner, why would her fiancé leave her?" "Did she cheat on him? What else would make a groom leave like that?" The murmurs of criticism from the surrounding guests grew louder and harsher. Suddenly, there were noises nearby. Turning around, Elyse spotted a man in a suit sitting alone in a wheelchair. The officiant, looking flustered, asked, "Where is your bride?" Wiping away her tears, she halted a passing staff member and inquired, "That man is a groom, right? Where is his bride?" The staff member glanced at her and responded, "She didn't show up. I heard it was because she couldn't deal with her husband's disability." "And he's been waiting here all this time?" The staff member nodded. The wheelchair-bound groom was facing away from Elyse, and they were a fair distance apart. She couldn't see his expression, but she understood the pain of being left alone. They were both unfortunate souls, abandoned. After a moment of reflection, a determined look settled in Elyse's eyes. She had loved Theo for three years, but he had betrayed her. Why should she remain loyal to him? She realized she didn't need to be with him at all. As she suddenly stood up, the guests who had been whispering and mocking her fell silent. All eyes instinctively focused on her as she lifted the hem of her dress and confidently walked toward the man in the wheelchair. The sight of a bride in a white wedding dress approaching left the man's guests equally stunned. Hearing the rustle of her dress, the man in the wheelchair turned around slowly. Elyse halted and gazed at the handsome man before her, a spark of surprise in her eyes. She then extended her hand and said, "Hello, I heard you're in need of a bride. My groom just left me. How about we get married?" Chapter 2 What Was She Up To? "My name is Elyse Lloyd. If it's all right with you, we can get married today," she proposed confidently. Her bold proposal left the crowd in shock, prompting several to capture the moment with their phones. "Miss Lloyd, are you certain about this decision? Given my disability, I may not be able to provide the future you envision," the man replied openly, without hiding his condition, and gently urged her to think it over. "I've made up my mind," Elyse responded with determination. "I'm Jayden," he introduced himself. Seeing her resolve, Jayden Owen grasped her hand and shared his concern, "I fear you might regret this choice later on." Elyse chose not to respond. She was sure of her decision. She had once been solely focused on marrying Theo, who never truly reciprocated her love. Now, who she married seemed inconsequential. After efficiently wrapping up the wedding formalities at City Hall, Elyse and Jayden were now bound by matrimony, officially united as husband and wife. With the marriage certificate in hand, Elyse experienced a profound sense of relief. Theo had broken her heart, and she was resolute in never returning to him. Regarding her father, since she would not be marrying into the Ward family, he had another daughter to think about. She understood her little sister Mabel too well. As someone driven by greed, how could Mabel resist the temptation to become Theo's wife and a member of the Ward family? Thus, marrying Jayden was Elyse's perfect escape from her family's clutches. She had no intention of going back home again. While she gazed thoughtfully at the marriage certificate, Jayden asked, "What's on your mind? Regretting your decision to marry a disabled man?" Elyse shook her head, took hold of the wheelchair, and replied, "I think it was a good decision." Jayden smiled slightly, though his eyes betrayed a hint of skepticism and mistrust. How could any woman genuinely want to marry a disabled man? He figured she was just putting on an act--an act that couldn't last forever. He needed a bride momentarily to distract his family while he pursued his own goals. Well, he decided, he might as well see what she was up to. Elyse helped Jayden into the car, and they drove to his house. Jayden's home was opulent, complete with a garden and a swimming pool, and staffed with a butler in a tuxedo and uniformed maids. As Elyse stepped onto the plush wool carpet, she truly realized that her new husband was far from ordinary. The butler, Driscoll Lee, approached them respectfully and inquired, "Mr. Owen, is this your bride?" Surveying the opulent house and recollecting her newlywed husband's full name, a sudden realization dawned on Elyse. The Owens were the most influential family in town, and Jayden Owen was particularly notable among his peers for his business acumen and exceptional talent. He was one of the wealthiest men around. However, after a car accident a year ago that cost him his legs, Jayden had faded from the public eye and his prior achievements were largely forgotten. So, she had married the legendary Jayden Owen? Elyse recalled hearing rumors about his engagement to a girl from the Foster family. The bride who had disappeared on her wedding day was supposed to be that Foster girl. Upon hearing Jayden's full name at City Hall, Elyse hadn't dwelled on it much. If she had known his background sooner, she wouldn't have had the courage to broach the topic of marriage with him. Jayden noticed the shock and panic on her face but remained silent. He still doubted that she truly hadn't recognized him. After all, his disability was well known. "This is Elyse Lloyd, my wife. From now on, she will be the hostess here," Jayden introduced her firmly. "Joanna Foster escaped on our wedding day because she didn't want to marry a disabled man," he added bluntly. "Joanna Foster disappeared on the wedding day?" Driscoll expressed his surprise. The Foster family had been eager to forge a union with the Owen family through marriage, pushing for Jayden to marry Joanna. On the wedding day, however, the bride had disappeared. Wasn't this a deliberate humiliation of Jayden? Driscoll felt sympathy for him and offered some consolation, "Sir, perhaps it's for the best that she left. It seems you might have found the right person after all." Elyse had shown no concern for Jayden's disability and was willing to marry him. That indeed counted for something. Chapter 3 He Could Walk Fluidly Looking at Jayden's legs, Elyse felt a wave of sympathy for him. Jayden had once been at the pinnacle of success, and now he seemed so vulnerable. Just because he was disabled, his bride had callously abandoned him at the altar, showing him no respect whatsoever. He must have felt even more devastated than she did during the wedding. Approaching Jayden, Elyse took his hand and said earnestly, "Don't worry. We are husband and wife now. I will take care of you for the rest of our lives." Jayden's expression turned rigid. Could she really mean it, promising to take care of him for a lifetime? He doubted her sincerity, thinking she was just putting on an act of compassion. Without a word, Jayden maneuvered his wheelchair into the study on the first floor. "I'm sorry," Driscoll said apologetically. "Since his accident, he's been a bit more temperamental." "It's fine. I understand," Elyse replied, dismissing it with a wave of her hand. Anyone in his situation might change. She then followed Driscoll upstairs to a room on the second floor. -- "Sir." In the study stood a bald man named Vinny Bailey, clad in a tight black shirt that accentuated his prominent tendons. Respectfully, Vinny ignited a lighter and lit a cigar for Jayden. "Joanna has gone abroad. The Foster family is desperately trying to come up with a solution." "They've taken thirty million and five major projects from me. Is this their way of repaying me?" Jayden let out a puff of smoke and remarked casually, "If I don't teach them a lesson, others will see me as a pushover. The Fosters need to learn a few things." "Do you want us to bring Joanna back?" Vinny inquired, nodding. "And as for your new wife, should we make some introductions with our men?" "No need." Jayden, cigar clenched between his teeth, lifted a document from the desk and strolled over to the window. The wheelchair was tucked away in a corner of the room, ignored, as he moved fluidly across the floor. This document detailed Elyse's entire life, from her childhood through to her college life, even including her romance with Theo. He casually flipped through the pages and drawled, "An ordinary woman. She married me just for my money." Back then, the Owens had declared their search for a wife for Jayden, aiming simply to secure an heir. Upon the announcement, no wealthy family was eager to marry their daughter to him, except for the Fosters, who had enriched themselves through their daughters' marriage. The Fosters' motive was straightforward--to exchange their daughter for resources and money. Vinny saw no other reason for Elyse to marry Jayden but for financial gain. Yet, there was another twist. "She was originally going to marry Theo Ward." "Ward? The Ward family that's well-known?" Jayden lifted an eyebrow. "Yes. But apparently, the groom ran off to reunite with his ex-girlfriend after receiving a phone call." Vinny paused, then speculated, "Maybe she married you just to spite Theo Ward." Jayden ceased perusing the documents and glanced up at Vinny with a hint of annoyance. "You're looking at it too simplistically. By marrying me, she stands to gain more. That's the real reason she married me, despite my disability." In Jayden's eyes, Elyse hadn't yet revealed her true intentions. But he didn't mind her interest in his money. He needed a wife to appease his family. If she married him for gain, it would make a future divorce simpler for him. -- Perched on the edge of the bed, Elysee scrolled through her phone and noticed the trending topics. #Bridegroom Ran Away For His Ex #Bride Marries Stranger To Anger Her Ranaway Groom She casually scrolled through the comments. The public deemed the entire situation unbelievable and both parties' actions as unreasonable. Nevertheless, discussions had thrust Elyse's name into circulation because of it. Some even discovered she was a violinist in an orchestra and stumbled upon a video of her past performance. Unable to resist, Elyse was watching these videos when Theo called. "Where are you, Elyse? Let's meet and talk." Chapter 4 Who Were You Married To? As Elyse descended the stairs to the villa's entrance, Driscoll approached her with concern. "It's quite late. Where are you off to? Shall I arrange a car for you?" "No, thanks. I'll be back soon." Driscoll watched her depart before heading to the study. Elyse, having agreed to meet Theo, called a taxi and was soon en route. Fifteen minutes later, she entered a coffee shop and instantly noticed Theo, who was in high spirits, busy texting on his phone. A flicker of sarcasm crossed her eyes as she approached and sat across from him. Theo looked up, his expression souring. "Why are you so late? Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting?" Staring back at him, Elyse felt a chill. They had been together for a long time, yet he was always domineering toward her, a stark contrast to his demeanor with Kaelyn. She had once loved him, believing she could endure anything. Only today had she realized how foolish that was. If she didn't love herself, how could she expect anyone else to love her? "If you don't want to wait, you can leave," Elyse retorted icily. Theo, taken aback by her response, grew visibly more upset. "You're holding a grudge about what happened at the wedding, aren't you? I get why you're upset, but you can't be more understanding and reasonable? I left because Kaelyn was in dire straits--she was depressed and contemplating suicide." "You can go to anyone you want. You don't need to explain anything to me--I don't care anymore." Elyse found humor in his words. Theo couldn't believe she was indifferent. They had been together for three years, and everyone knew how deeply she loved him. He thought her claim of indifference was merely a result of anger. But he was confident he could easily resolve this. Just a few sweet words and she'd come back to him. "It's not a big deal. I came back to you after handling everything, didn't I? I'll visit your parents soon, and we can start planning the wedding again," Theo said. "No need for that." "What?" "There won't be a wedding." Elyse's face was devoid of emotion. "We're done." "Why are you still upset? I left at the wedding, but I came back for you. Can't you forgive me?" Theo frowned. "Forgive you? Forgive you for abandoning me for another woman?" Elyse slammed her hand on the table. "Do you have any idea what I've been through since you left? Your family has been calling me names, even though you were the one who left me at the altar--just for another woman!" "Elyse Lloyd!" Theo shouted her name furiously. "What others say is their issue. Isn't our three-year relationship strong enough for you to trust me?" "Three years, and yet you never forgot your ex," Elyse countered, her face marked by disappointment. "I believed we'd be together forever, but it seems three years was our limit. We're done, Theo. It's clear we're not suited for each other." While speaking, she retrieved a ring from her bag and set it down on the table--the same ring he had used to propose. She recalled the joy she felt that day, now overshadowed by her current despair. Elyse gave Theo one last look, mentally closing the chapter on their three years together. She grabbed her bag and departed without a backward glance. Theo was stunned. Was Elyse dumping him? He always saw her as a simp, her family reliant on his. How could she just walk away? Humiliated, he chased after her, grabbed her shoulder, and said forcefully, "You have no right to break things off! Remember, your father's business relies on me. Without me, your family has nothing. Come back, and we'll marry in a few days to make up for today!" "Let me go!" Elyse fought back fiercely and yelled with defiance and frustration, "I'm married. Stop bothering me!" "So what if you are married! You will always belong to me." After blurting that out, he froze and asked incredulously, "What did you say? You're married? Who to?" While he was momentarily dazed, Elyse wriggled free from his grip. She hadn't anticipated turning around to find Jayden sitting in a wheelchair quietly a few meters behind her. "Jayden!" she exclaimed. Chapter 5 You Can Stand? "Didn't I make it clear? I'm married. We're over. This is my husband," Elyse said as she quickly moved to Jayden's side, gripping his arm. Theo stared at Jayden, failing to recognize him. With a sneer, he said, "To get back at me, you married a disabled man?" He then extended his hand, commanding in a domineering tone, "Elyse, come here! I'll make it up to you when we get back." But Elyse looked at him as if he were a stranger. "Did you hear me? Come here!" Theo grew frustrated. Elyse reflected on how she would have responded in the past--she would definitely walk over to his side. She had loved him deeply for three years. Her feelings had been genuine. Yet, the depth of her affection made the betrayal harder to bear. On her first birthday after they got together, she wanted to celebrate it by the sea. To make her happy, Theo bought a camera, promising to capture beautiful photos of her. As they were about to board the plane for their trip to the seaside, Kaelyn was injured on a film set and called Theo. Without any hesitation, Theo left her stranded at the airport. It was the most disappointing birthday Elyse had ever experienced. Theo had once vowed to attend her debut performance with her orchestra, yet she ended up not seeing him there. She lingered in the hall all night, only to learn the next day that he had missed the performance because Kaelyn had become drunk at a dinner party while trying to land a role. He stayed because he was worried she might be taken advantage of. For three years, he had been Kaelyn's protector, but he had never offered Elyse the same safeguard. This accumulation of disappointments came to a head at the wedding. She knew she deserved love and respect, not neglect. "I am Jayden's wife now. I owe my loyalty to him," declared Elyse with a chill in her voice. "Elyse Lloyd!" Theo roared, enraged. He thought Elyse was merely being spiteful and fabricating things due to the day's incidents. As he tried to seize her hand, Jayden intervened, blocking him swiftly. Theo struggled to free his hand, but was unable to. He couldn't overpower a disabled man? The realization pissedhim off. "Release me!" Theo exploded with anger. "She has no desire to leave with you. Can't you understand?" Jayden pressed slowly, his force causing Theo's features to twist in distress. Jayden held on until Theo cried out in pain before releasing him. "Remember this day, Elyse. You'll regret it in the future!" With a hint of embarrassment, Theo glared at Elyse and stormed off after his declaration. Watching him leave, Elyse felt a bitter smile form within her. She knew Theo would not easily let go of being humiliated, but there was no turning back for them now. "Let's go home, Elyse." "Okay." After helping Jayden into the car, they both sat silently, gazing out the window and avoiding any mention of Theo. "How did you know I was out here?" Elyse asked, her curiosity piqued. Without turning to face her, Jayden replied, "Driscoll mentioned it wasn't safe for you to be alone at this hour, so I came to pick you up." In truth, he had suspected she was up to something secretive, but it turned out she was merely meeting her ex. This revelation left him slightly disappointed. "Since you've married me, you should sever ties with your ex. My family members are strict, and I can't cover for you if they find out you're still seeing another man." "I won't see him again. I met him just to return a ring," Elyse responded, nodding. Jayden said nothing more. As long as Elyse respected his boundaries, she was free to make her own choices. When they arrived home, Elyse noticed Jayden heading straight for the study again. Curious, she asked Driscoll, "Why is he always in the study?" "The study is not only his workplace, but it has also become a sanctuary for his soul," Driscoll explained. "And why doesn't he return to his room?" "He does sometimes, but we rarely know when. He prefers that we don't fuss over him too much." With that, Driscoll departed. After freshening up in her room, Elyse was preparing for bed, but her thoughts lingered on the day's events with Jayden. She realized that despite his reserved nature, he was genuinely concerned for her safety. Feeling grateful and wanting to express her thanks, she left her room and walked towards the study. As she approached, she noticed the door was slightly ajar, casting a sliver of light into the hallway. Elyse pushed the door open and to her surprise, saw Jayden standing. She gasped and asked, "Jayden, you can stand?" ==== "You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don't we get married?" Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful and healthy tycoon. Was Jayden's fake disability revealed just like that? What happens next? 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