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1,973,056	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	Read more	"How dare you run away while you're pregnant with my child? This time, I want you and the child!" ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! I don't want to go to the hospital!"	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1,973,058	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	Read more	"How dare you run away while you're pregnant with my child? This time, I want you and the child!" ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchel’s phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe it’s time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raegan’s shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! I don't want to go to the hospital!"	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1,973,059	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	👉Only $0.99 for all books😍	My husband, Ethan and I were planning to buy a new car. But my mother-in-law, Cindy, insulted me, calling me worthless and saying I didn't deserve it. Later, she asked Ethan to give his sister, Emily, money to buy a car instead. I made one phone call to my dad, who fired Ethan and handed him divorce papers. No more pretending. It's time to reveal my true self. I'm actually from a wealthy family and I'm done playing along with this loser! I was planning to pick up the new car next week! I had just hung up with Ethan and opened an app to research cars. Suddenly, my bedroom door was kicked open. Cindy stormed in, furious. I had never seen her like this before. Usually, we were all one happy family. Seeing me frozen in shock, she barely controlled her temper and snapped, "Yvonne, I heard you're buying a car?" I finally reacted, calmly correcting her, "Mom, it's not me who wants to buy a car. It's Ethan who needs one." She realized she had overreacted. "Yvonne, cars are expensive to maintain. Ethan works at construction sites all the time, so buying a car isn't practical." I didn't think much of it and just laughed it off. "Ethan feels bad having to ride a little scooter when we visit my family during the holidays, especially in the rain. Plus, it's inconvenient not having a car when I'm at home." Before I could finish, Cindy cut me off loudly. "You're a stay-at-home wife, what convenience do you need?" I was completely stunned. I clearly remembered how Cindy always claimed to treat me like her own daughter. But now? She could actually say something like this? I lost my temper and snapped back, "This was Ethan's decision. If you have a problem, take it up with him." "No matter what, you two are not buying a car! You have no right! You don't deserve it!" Cindy threw those words at me and slammed the door behind her as she stormed out. I don't deserve it? I'm not worthy? I kept turning those words over in my mind. It was just a car. How was it worth this much drama? I didn't understand. Whatever, let Ethan handle his mom. I tried calling Ethan. Busy. Half an hour later, still busy. Fine, I won't interrupt mother and son bonding time. I put my phone down and took a nap. When I woke up, I heard Cindy calling my father-in-law, Samuel, and Emily to dinner in the living room. She didn't call me. But it didn't matter. I had got the nerve. Not rushing to dinner is a sign of laziness, after all! I quickly opened the door and headed to the dining room. Clearly, my arrival caused a stir. Cindy seemed pleased for some reason. She handed me some vegetables with a smile. "Yvonne, you're such a good girl. Once you have my first grandchild, I'll make sure Ethan buys you a car in a couple of years!" Samuel chimed in, "Yeah, yeah. If you need the car urgently, just ask me. You can borrow mine." I just stared at them, speechless. Emily jumped in, "I don't know what you're thinking, Yvonne. You're home all day. What do you need a car for? It's just a waste of money! Good thing mom and dad are in charge…" "Eat more and talk less," Cindy quickly gave Emily a look and handed her a big piece of pork rib. I honestly couldn't understand what was going on. Did they even hear themselves? "Dad, Mom, you must be mistaken. We're picking up the car next week. No need to wait two years." The mood at the table instantly became heavy, the tension almost suffocating. Cindy's expression changed immediately. "You think you can buy a car? Let's see if you've got the guts for it!" I held back my anger and went back to my room. There, I saw a message Ethan had sent me two hours earlier on WhatsApp. "Babe, how about we delay buying the car for a couple of years?" No call. No voice message. No explanation. Just a few words, undoing a decision we'd spent a whole week discussing. My anger hit its peak! My hands trembled as I repeatedly dialed his number, but there was still no answer. I put my phone down, suddenly realizing that this was a big performance orchestrated by the whole family. Wow, I must have been blind all along. … Ethan and I met in college. Like every cliché campus love story, he was drawn to me on a lazy afternoon, falling for my charm. From that point on, he chased me relentlessly. In a year, he won me over. My head was filled with love, and we secretly got married right after graduation. This decision kept my father awake for two days. My dad is a real estate mogul in Tanaxes. He retired as soon as I started college, leaving all the business to my brother while he and my mom moved back to a quiet village in Covelle. They've been living a peaceful life ever since, keeping a low profile. My parents always taught my brother and me not to flaunt our wealth. I followed that advice, living like any other average person. But that didn't mean my family was thrilled with me marrying Ethan. Especially since it happened so suddenly. They didn't have time to investigate Ethan or his family, which led to some major friction. But it was too late. My brother scolded me, saying I had lost my mind. I was stubborn, acting out the typical love-struck heroine role. I was crying, throwing tantrums, and refusing to back down. Eventually, my family forgave me. They agreed to treat Ethan well but asked me to keep my family's wealth a secret. We were supposed to live a simple life until Ethan passed their test and became accepted as part of the family. They said it wouldn't take long, and after that, I could come back to the company and get some shares. I agreed. The first time I brought Ethan to my home was right after we got our marriage certificate. Samuel's car had been borrowed by his brother. Ethan rode a little motorbike, driving us around for three hours before we finally made it to my father's well-maintained courtyard. Parked in the yard was my brother's newly bought, beat-up second-hand Volkswagen. I thought, "Wow, my brother is really suffering to help dad keep a low profile and test Ethan. Poor guy." That day went pretty well. Ethan was humble, polite, and knew when to lend a hand. He helped out with whatever needed doing without a single complaint. My dad was impressed by him. The next day, my family's newly acquired company hired Ethan, assigning him a piece of land to manage. Ethan studied civil engineering, so he fit right in on the construction site. Once that project was done, my dad planned to officially welcome him into the family. As for me, I had dreams of becoming a writer, so I didn't want to return to the company just yet. I decided to focus on my writing and enjoy the freedom of a freelance lifestyle. The idea of buying a car first came up after that visit to my parents' home. Ethan felt embarrassed driving a motorbike to his in-laws, especially in the cold and rain. Plus, since he was managing a construction project out of town, I'd been left without any means of transport. When he brought it up, I actually considered asking my brother for a car. He had plenty, after all. Remembering my promise to keep a low profile, I bit the bullet and decided to live frugally with Ethan. Between the money I saved from writing and his half-year salary, we finally decided to pick out a car. I thought it was a pretty big deal. To show respect, I figured we'd let the family know and celebrate the moment together. Little did I know that while I was excited, the family was far from happy. It was just me who was excited. Everyone else seemed ready to explode. I couldn't help but laugh bitterly to myself. I left the house and grabbed a bite of street food, the cool breeze making me think more clearly. I thought back to when I first met Ethan's parents. They were so kind and welcoming back then. I remembered Cindy holding my hand and saying, "Yvonne, from now on, you're our daughter. If Ethan ever bullies you, you come straight to me, and I'll deal with him." When Ethan had to go out of town for work, I planned to go back to my parents' place, but Cindy stopped me. "Yvonne, no matter where Ethan is, this is your home. Stay here with me, I'll take care of you." We seemed like one big happy family! When did it all start to change? I think it was the wedding. 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1,973,061	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1973059}'	No	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	👉Only $0.99 for all books😍	My husband, Ethan and I were planning to buy a new car. But my mother-in-law, Cindy, insulted me, calling me worthless and saying I didn't deserve it. Later, she asked Ethan to give his sister, Emily, money to buy a car instead. I made one phone call to my dad, who fired Ethan and handed him divorce papers. No more pretending. It's time to reveal my true self. I'm actually from a wealthy family and I'm done playing along with this loser! I was planning to pick up the new car next week! I had just hung up with Ethan and opened an app to research cars. Suddenly, my bedroom door was kicked open. Cindy stormed in, furious. I had never seen her like this before. Usually, we were all one happy family. Seeing me frozen in shock, she barely controlled her temper and snapped, "Yvonne, I heard you're buying a car?" I finally reacted, calmly correcting her, "Mom, it's not me who wants to buy a car. It's Ethan who needs one." She realized she had overreacted. "Yvonne, cars are expensive to maintain. Ethan works at construction sites all the time, so buying a car isn't practical." I didn't think much of it and just laughed it off. "Ethan feels bad having to ride a little scooter when we visit my family during the holidays, especially in the rain. Plus, it's inconvenient not having a car when I'm at home." Before I could finish, Cindy cut me off loudly. "You're a stay-at-home wife, what convenience do you need?" I was completely stunned. I clearly remembered how Cindy always claimed to treat me like her own daughter. But now? She could actually say something like this? I lost my temper and snapped back, "This was Ethan's decision. If you have a problem, take it up with him." "No matter what, you two are not buying a car! You have no right! You don't deserve it!" Cindy threw those words at me and slammed the door behind her as she stormed out. I don't deserve it? I'm not worthy? I kept turning those words over in my mind. It was just a car. How was it worth this much drama? I didn't understand. Whatever, let Ethan handle his mom. I tried calling Ethan. Busy. Half an hour later, still busy. Fine, I won't interrupt mother and son bonding time. I put my phone down and took a nap. When I woke up, I heard Cindy calling my father-in-law, Samuel, and Emily to dinner in the living room. She didn't call me. But it didn't matter. I had got the nerve. Not rushing to dinner is a sign of laziness, after all! I quickly opened the door and headed to the dining room. Clearly, my arrival caused a stir. Cindy seemed pleased for some reason. She handed me some vegetables with a smile. "Yvonne, you're such a good girl. Once you have my first grandchild, I'll make sure Ethan buys you a car in a couple of years!" Samuel chimed in, "Yeah, yeah. If you need the car urgently, just ask me. You can borrow mine." I just stared at them, speechless. Emily jumped in, "I don't know what you're thinking, Yvonne. You're home all day. What do you need a car for? It's just a waste of money! Good thing mom and dad are in charge…" "Eat more and talk less," Cindy quickly gave Emily a look and handed her a big piece of pork rib. I honestly couldn't understand what was going on. Did they even hear themselves? "Dad, Mom, you must be mistaken. We're picking up the car next week. No need to wait two years." The mood at the table instantly became heavy, the tension almost suffocating. Cindy's expression changed immediately. "You think you can buy a car? Let's see if you've got the guts for it!" I held back my anger and went back to my room. There, I saw a message Ethan had sent me two hours earlier on WhatsApp. "Babe, how about we delay buying the car for a couple of years?" No call. No voice message. No explanation. Just a few words, undoing a decision we'd spent a whole week discussing. My anger hit its peak! My hands trembled as I repeatedly dialed his number, but there was still no answer. I put my phone down, suddenly realizing that this was a big performance orchestrated by the whole family. Wow, I must have been blind all along. … Ethan and I met in college. Like every cliché campus love story, he was drawn to me on a lazy afternoon, falling for my charm. From that point on, he chased me relentlessly. In a year, he won me over. My head was filled with love, and we secretly got married right after graduation. This decision kept my father awake for two days. My dad is a real estate mogul in Tanaxes. He retired as soon as I started college, leaving all the business to my brother while he and my mom moved back to a quiet village in Covelle. They've been living a peaceful life ever since, keeping a low profile. My parents always taught my brother and me not to flaunt our wealth. I followed that advice, living like any other average person. But that didn't mean my family was thrilled with me marrying Ethan. Especially since it happened so suddenly. They didn't have time to investigate Ethan or his family, which led to some major friction. But it was too late. My brother scolded me, saying I had lost my mind. I was stubborn, acting out the typical love-struck heroine role. I was crying, throwing tantrums, and refusing to back down. Eventually, my family forgave me. They agreed to treat Ethan well but asked me to keep my family's wealth a secret. We were supposed to live a simple life until Ethan passed their test and became accepted as part of the family. They said it wouldn't take long, and after that, I could come back to the company and get some shares. I agreed. The first time I brought Ethan to my home was right after we got our marriage certificate. Samuel's car had been borrowed by his brother. Ethan rode a little motorbike, driving us around for three hours before we finally made it to my father's well-maintained courtyard. Parked in the yard was my brother's newly bought, beat-up second-hand Volkswagen. I thought, "Wow, my brother is really suffering to help dad keep a low profile and test Ethan. Poor guy." That day went pretty well. Ethan was humble, polite, and knew when to lend a hand. He helped out with whatever needed doing without a single complaint. My dad was impressed by him. The next day, my family's newly acquired company hired Ethan, assigning him a piece of land to manage. Ethan studied civil engineering, so he fit right in on the construction site. Once that project was done, my dad planned to officially welcome him into the family. As for me, I had dreams of becoming a writer, so I didn't want to return to the company just yet. I decided to focus on my writing and enjoy the freedom of a freelance lifestyle. The idea of buying a car first came up after that visit to my parents' home. Ethan felt embarrassed driving a motorbike to his in-laws, especially in the cold and rain. Plus, since he was managing a construction project out of town, I'd been left without any means of transport. When he brought it up, I actually considered asking my brother for a car. He had plenty, after all. Remembering my promise to keep a low profile, I bit the bullet and decided to live frugally with Ethan. Between the money I saved from writing and his half-year salary, we finally decided to pick out a car. I thought it was a pretty big deal. To show respect, I figured we'd let the family know and celebrate the moment together. Little did I know that while I was excited, the family was far from happy. It was just me who was excited. Everyone else seemed ready to explode. I couldn't help but laugh bitterly to myself. I left the house and grabbed a bite of street food, the cool breeze making me think more clearly. I thought back to when I first met Ethan's parents. They were so kind and welcoming back then. I remembered Cindy holding my hand and saying, "Yvonne, from now on, you're our daughter. If Ethan ever bullies you, you come straight to me, and I'll deal with him." When Ethan had to go out of town for work, I planned to go back to my parents' place, but Cindy stopped me. "Yvonne, no matter where Ethan is, this is your home. Stay here with me, I'll take care of you." We seemed like one big happy family! When did it all start to change? I think it was the wedding. 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1,973,063	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1973059}'	No	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	👉Only $0.99 for all books😍	My husband, Ethan and I were planning to buy a new car. But my mother-in-law, Cindy, insulted me, calling me worthless and saying I didn't deserve it. Later, she asked Ethan to give his sister, Emily, money to buy a car instead. I made one phone call to my dad, who fired Ethan and handed him divorce papers. No more pretending. It's time to reveal my true self. I'm actually from a wealthy family and I'm done playing along with this loser! I was planning to pick up the new car next week! I had just hung up with Ethan and opened an app to research cars. Suddenly, my bedroom door was kicked open. Cindy stormed in, furious. I had never seen her like this before. Usually, we were all one happy family. Seeing me frozen in shock, she barely controlled her temper and snapped, "Yvonne, I heard you're buying a car?" I finally reacted, calmly correcting her, "Mom, it's not me who wants to buy a car. It's Ethan who needs one." She realized she had overreacted. "Yvonne, cars are expensive to maintain. Ethan works at construction sites all the time, so buying a car isn't practical." I didn't think much of it and just laughed it off. "Ethan feels bad having to ride a little scooter when we visit my family during the holidays, especially in the rain. Plus, it's inconvenient not having a car when I'm at home." Before I could finish, Cindy cut me off loudly. "You're a stay-at-home wife, what convenience do you need?" I was completely stunned. I clearly remembered how Cindy always claimed to treat me like her own daughter. But now? She could actually say something like this? I lost my temper and snapped back, "This was Ethan's decision. If you have a problem, take it up with him." "No matter what, you two are not buying a car! You have no right! You don't deserve it!" Cindy threw those words at me and slammed the door behind her as she stormed out. I don't deserve it? I'm not worthy? I kept turning those words over in my mind. It was just a car. How was it worth this much drama? I didn't understand. Whatever, let Ethan handle his mom. I tried calling Ethan. Busy. Half an hour later, still busy. Fine, I won't interrupt mother and son bonding time. I put my phone down and took a nap. When I woke up, I heard Cindy calling my father-in-law, Samuel, and Emily to dinner in the living room. She didn't call me. But it didn't matter. I had got the nerve. Not rushing to dinner is a sign of laziness, after all! I quickly opened the door and headed to the dining room. Clearly, my arrival caused a stir. Cindy seemed pleased for some reason. She handed me some vegetables with a smile. "Yvonne, you're such a good girl. Once you have my first grandchild, I'll make sure Ethan buys you a car in a couple of years!" Samuel chimed in, "Yeah, yeah. If you need the car urgently, just ask me. You can borrow mine." I just stared at them, speechless. Emily jumped in, "I don't know what you're thinking, Yvonne. You're home all day. What do you need a car for? It's just a waste of money! Good thing mom and dad are in charge…" "Eat more and talk less," Cindy quickly gave Emily a look and handed her a big piece of pork rib. I honestly couldn't understand what was going on. Did they even hear themselves? "Dad, Mom, you must be mistaken. We're picking up the car next week. No need to wait two years." The mood at the table instantly became heavy, the tension almost suffocating. Cindy's expression changed immediately. "You think you can buy a car? Let's see if you've got the guts for it!" I held back my anger and went back to my room. There, I saw a message Ethan had sent me two hours earlier on WhatsApp. "Babe, how about we delay buying the car for a couple of years?" No call. No voice message. No explanation. Just a few words, undoing a decision we'd spent a whole week discussing. My anger hit its peak! My hands trembled as I repeatedly dialed his number, but there was still no answer. I put my phone down, suddenly realizing that this was a big performance orchestrated by the whole family. Wow, I must have been blind all along. … Ethan and I met in college. Like every cliché campus love story, he was drawn to me on a lazy afternoon, falling for my charm. From that point on, he chased me relentlessly. In a year, he won me over. My head was filled with love, and we secretly got married right after graduation. This decision kept my father awake for two days. My dad is a real estate mogul in Tanaxes. He retired as soon as I started college, leaving all the business to my brother while he and my mom moved back to a quiet village in Covelle. They've been living a peaceful life ever since, keeping a low profile. My parents always taught my brother and me not to flaunt our wealth. I followed that advice, living like any other average person. But that didn't mean my family was thrilled with me marrying Ethan. Especially since it happened so suddenly. They didn't have time to investigate Ethan or his family, which led to some major friction. But it was too late. My brother scolded me, saying I had lost my mind. I was stubborn, acting out the typical love-struck heroine role. I was crying, throwing tantrums, and refusing to back down. Eventually, my family forgave me. They agreed to treat Ethan well but asked me to keep my family's wealth a secret. We were supposed to live a simple life until Ethan passed their test and became accepted as part of the family. They said it wouldn't take long, and after that, I could come back to the company and get some shares. I agreed. The first time I brought Ethan to my home was right after we got our marriage certificate. Samuel's car had been borrowed by his brother. Ethan rode a little motorbike, driving us around for three hours before we finally made it to my father's well-maintained courtyard. Parked in the yard was my brother's newly bought, beat-up second-hand Volkswagen. I thought, "Wow, my brother is really suffering to help dad keep a low profile and test Ethan. Poor guy." That day went pretty well. Ethan was humble, polite, and knew when to lend a hand. He helped out with whatever needed doing without a single complaint. My dad was impressed by him. The next day, my family's newly acquired company hired Ethan, assigning him a piece of land to manage. Ethan studied civil engineering, so he fit right in on the construction site. Once that project was done, my dad planned to officially welcome him into the family. As for me, I had dreams of becoming a writer, so I didn't want to return to the company just yet. I decided to focus on my writing and enjoy the freedom of a freelance lifestyle. The idea of buying a car first came up after that visit to my parents' home. Ethan felt embarrassed driving a motorbike to his in-laws, especially in the cold and rain. Plus, since he was managing a construction project out of town, I'd been left without any means of transport. When he brought it up, I actually considered asking my brother for a car. He had plenty, after all. Remembering my promise to keep a low profile, I bit the bullet and decided to live frugally with Ethan. Between the money I saved from writing and his half-year salary, we finally decided to pick out a car. I thought it was a pretty big deal. To show respect, I figured we'd let the family know and celebrate the moment together. Little did I know that while I was excited, the family was far from happy. It was just me who was excited. Everyone else seemed ready to explode. I couldn't help but laugh bitterly to myself. I left the house and grabbed a bite of street food, the cool breeze making me think more clearly. I thought back to when I first met Ethan's parents. They were so kind and welcoming back then. I remembered Cindy holding my hand and saying, "Yvonne, from now on, you're our daughter. If Ethan ever bullies you, you come straight to me, and I'll deal with him." When Ethan had to go out of town for work, I planned to go back to my parents' place, but Cindy stopped me. "Yvonne, no matter where Ethan is, this is your home. Stay here with me, I'll take care of you." We seemed like one big happy family! When did it all start to change? I think it was the wedding. 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1,973,064	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1973059}'	Yes	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	👉Only $0.99 for all books😍	My husband, Ethan and I were planning to buy a new car. But my mother-in-law, Cindy, insulted me, calling me worthless and saying I didn't deserve it. Later, she asked Ethan to give his sister, Emily, money to buy a car instead. I made one phone call to my dad, who fired Ethan and handed him divorce papers. No more pretending. It's time to reveal my true self. I'm actually from a wealthy family and I'm done playing along with this loser! I was planning to pick up the new car next week! I had just hung up with Ethan and opened an app to research cars. Suddenly, my bedroom door was kicked open. Cindy stormed in, furious. I had never seen her like this before. Usually, we were all one happy family. Seeing me frozen in shock, she barely controlled her temper and snapped, "Yvonne, I heard you're buying a car?" I finally reacted, calmly correcting her, "Mom, it's not me who wants to buy a car. It's Ethan who needs one." She realized she had overreacted. "Yvonne, cars are expensive to maintain. Ethan works at construction sites all the time, so buying a car isn't practical." I didn't think much of it and just laughed it off. "Ethan feels bad having to ride a little scooter when we visit my family during the holidays, especially in the rain. Plus, it's inconvenient not having a car when I'm at home." Before I could finish, Cindy cut me off loudly. "You're a stay-at-home wife, what convenience do you need?" I was completely stunned. I clearly remembered how Cindy always claimed to treat me like her own daughter. But now? She could actually say something like this? I lost my temper and snapped back, "This was Ethan's decision. If you have a problem, take it up with him." "No matter what, you two are not buying a car! You have no right! You don't deserve it!" Cindy threw those words at me and slammed the door behind her as she stormed out. I don't deserve it? I'm not worthy? I kept turning those words over in my mind. It was just a car. How was it worth this much drama? I didn't understand. Whatever, let Ethan handle his mom. I tried calling Ethan. Busy. Half an hour later, still busy. Fine, I won't interrupt mother and son bonding time. I put my phone down and took a nap. When I woke up, I heard Cindy calling my father-in-law, Samuel, and Emily to dinner in the living room. She didn't call me. But it didn't matter. I had got the nerve. Not rushing to dinner is a sign of laziness, after all! I quickly opened the door and headed to the dining room. Clearly, my arrival caused a stir. Cindy seemed pleased for some reason. She handed me some vegetables with a smile. "Yvonne, you're such a good girl. Once you have my first grandchild, I'll make sure Ethan buys you a car in a couple of years!" Samuel chimed in, "Yeah, yeah. If you need the car urgently, just ask me. You can borrow mine." I just stared at them, speechless. Emily jumped in, "I don't know what you're thinking, Yvonne. You're home all day. What do you need a car for? It's just a waste of money! Good thing mom and dad are in charge…" "Eat more and talk less," Cindy quickly gave Emily a look and handed her a big piece of pork rib. I honestly couldn't understand what was going on. Did they even hear themselves? "Dad, Mom, you must be mistaken. We're picking up the car next week. No need to wait two years." The mood at the table instantly became heavy, the tension almost suffocating. Cindy's expression changed immediately. "You think you can buy a car? Let's see if you've got the guts for it!" I held back my anger and went back to my room. There, I saw a message Ethan had sent me two hours earlier on WhatsApp. "Babe, how about we delay buying the car for a couple of years?" No call. No voice message. No explanation. Just a few words, undoing a decision we'd spent a whole week discussing. My anger hit its peak! My hands trembled as I repeatedly dialed his number, but there was still no answer. I put my phone down, suddenly realizing that this was a big performance orchestrated by the whole family. Wow, I must have been blind all along. … Ethan and I met in college. Like every cliché campus love story, he was drawn to me on a lazy afternoon, falling for my charm. From that point on, he chased me relentlessly. In a year, he won me over. My head was filled with love, and we secretly got married right after graduation. This decision kept my father awake for two days. My dad is a real estate mogul in Tanaxes. He retired as soon as I started college, leaving all the business to my brother while he and my mom moved back to a quiet village in Covelle. They've been living a peaceful life ever since, keeping a low profile. My parents always taught my brother and me not to flaunt our wealth. I followed that advice, living like any other average person. But that didn't mean my family was thrilled with me marrying Ethan. Especially since it happened so suddenly. They didn't have time to investigate Ethan or his family, which led to some major friction. But it was too late. My brother scolded me, saying I had lost my mind. I was stubborn, acting out the typical love-struck heroine role. I was crying, throwing tantrums, and refusing to back down. Eventually, my family forgave me. They agreed to treat Ethan well but asked me to keep my family's wealth a secret. We were supposed to live a simple life until Ethan passed their test and became accepted as part of the family. They said it wouldn't take long, and after that, I could come back to the company and get some shares. I agreed. The first time I brought Ethan to my home was right after we got our marriage certificate. Samuel's car had been borrowed by his brother. Ethan rode a little motorbike, driving us around for three hours before we finally made it to my father's well-maintained courtyard. Parked in the yard was my brother's newly bought, beat-up second-hand Volkswagen. I thought, "Wow, my brother is really suffering to help dad keep a low profile and test Ethan. Poor guy." That day went pretty well. Ethan was humble, polite, and knew when to lend a hand. He helped out with whatever needed doing without a single complaint. My dad was impressed by him. The next day, my family's newly acquired company hired Ethan, assigning him a piece of land to manage. Ethan studied civil engineering, so he fit right in on the construction site. Once that project was done, my dad planned to officially welcome him into the family. As for me, I had dreams of becoming a writer, so I didn't want to return to the company just yet. I decided to focus on my writing and enjoy the freedom of a freelance lifestyle. The idea of buying a car first came up after that visit to my parents' home. Ethan felt embarrassed driving a motorbike to his in-laws, especially in the cold and rain. Plus, since he was managing a construction project out of town, I'd been left without any means of transport. When he brought it up, I actually considered asking my brother for a car. He had plenty, after all. Remembering my promise to keep a low profile, I bit the bullet and decided to live frugally with Ethan. Between the money I saved from writing and his half-year salary, we finally decided to pick out a car. I thought it was a pretty big deal. To show respect, I figured we'd let the family know and celebrate the moment together. Little did I know that while I was excited, the family was far from happy. It was just me who was excited. Everyone else seemed ready to explode. I couldn't help but laugh bitterly to myself. I left the house and grabbed a bite of street food, the cool breeze making me think more clearly. I thought back to when I first met Ethan's parents. They were so kind and welcoming back then. I remembered Cindy holding my hand and saying, "Yvonne, from now on, you're our daughter. If Ethan ever bullies you, you come straight to me, and I'll deal with him." When Ethan had to go out of town for work, I planned to go back to my parents' place, but Cindy stopped me. "Yvonne, no matter where Ethan is, this is your home. Stay here with me, I'll take care of you." We seemed like one big happy family! When did it all start to change? I think it was the wedding. 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1,973,070	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	🔥All novels are free to read👉	Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother. -------------------------------- I wake to a loud banging sound. It takes me a moment to realise it is someone knocking really, really loudly on my front door. I groan and pick up my phone to check the time. Eight twenty-two AM. Who could possibly be visiting me? Maggie should be at the markets right now and Logan on his way to school, besides, neither of them would ever knock so... aggressively. I force myself to climb out from under my covers and shiver as the cool morning air hits me. I glance in the mirror as I pass it and realise my ponytail from the night before has twisted and now sits awkwardly on one side of my head with half my hair pulled loose in a weird loop. I pull the tie from my hair and slip it over my wrist. The banging continues. “I'm COMING, chill out already would you.” I grumble. Oddly enough the banging does actually stop. Whoever is on the other side of the door clearly has great hearing if they heard what I just said. That or they gave up on me answering and went home. I hope for the latter because I really want to just go back to bed. I shuffle to the door and swing it open. My actions might seem a little reckless, I probably should have glanced through the window to see who it was at least before answering. But I am tired and not awake enough to consider things like my own safety. In fact I feel that the person on the other side of the door should probably be the one who is afraid of me considering how irritated I am. Standing in my doorway is a man that I can only describe as breathtaking. He is tall and muscular with black hair that has a slight wave to it and golden eyes. A glance at his arm tells me he is a Shifter. In fact, he is the same kind of Shifter as Megan. He is wearing blue jeans, a black button up shirt and is standing with his arms crossed, his expression impatient. I open my mouth to speak when I notice something that my sleepy brain hadn't registered until this moment. I rub my tired eyes as I stare. There is a red thread coming from the Shifter man's chest. The truly surprising part of this is that it leads straight across to mine. I stare up at him with wide eyes, not sure how to react. My soul mate is a Shifter? And he is standing right in front of me. Half of me wants to throw myself at him. I am so excited to meet him at last. The rest of me wants to go build a blanket fort and hide. I'm not sure I'm ready for a soul mate just yet, and I barely know this guy. I chastise myself internally. I am being ridiculous. This man has no idea that we are tied by the red string of fate, I need to treat him normally and get to know him, not act all creepy. This reminds me that he is still standing and staring at me, his nostrils flaring slightly as he looks me over. He doesn't seem impressed with my unicorn flannels and bunny slippers. Go figure. I pull myself together enough to act (mostly) normal. “Um, good morning?” I greet him, my voice a question. When he speaks his tone is stern and all business. “Are you R.G?” he demands. “Excuse me?” I ask. He rolls his eyes. “Are you being deliberately stupid or are you really this slow? Are you the R.G who wrote this note to my twin sister Megan?” he demands again, this time waving the note I had written the night before in my face. I flinch back as it comes a little too close. Rude much? “Oh, that. Um... yes? My name is Ryann Gale.” I introduce myself. “I'm Bellamy Kane. We need to talk.” Without asking, he pushes his way past me and enters my apartment. My temper rises at the intrusion. “What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that since my couch is currently piled high with laundry, the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it. “Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain. Okay, not asleep then. I cross my arms and stare at the man, although I avoid his eyes. Bellamy Kane. He seems like someone who is used to getting his own way. Usually I am not the type to pick fights. If someone wants me to sit, I'll probably do it, because really, why not? But if this man is my soul mate then I refuse to allow him to treat me as anything but an equal, even if he doesn't know it yet. He won’t hurt me, at least I’m mostly sure he won’t. I don't think I could ever fall for someone who would hurt me, so it stands to reason that he wouldn't. “Mr Kane, you can't just barge your way into my home and order me around.” He rolls his eyes at me again. “Would you rather I phrase my demand sweeter, and have no doubt this is a demand not a request. Miss Gale, would you be so gracious as to take a seat so that I can speak to you properly about the rather vague note you left for my sister last night.” He phrased the words politely, but his tone is sarcastic and still every bit as demanding. I want to keep arguing but I also really want to know more about Megan. I hope the note didn't upset her too much. I decide to give into his demands this once and sit down. I try to retain whatever dignity I have left as I take a seat. “Are you happy now?” I gesture at the other chair for him to sit down too. He sits across from me and I do my best to appear confident and put together. Well, as put together as one can look with bed head and bunny slippers. “Why did you leave my sister that note?” he questions. I shrug. “I saw that man, Tristan was it? Propose to her. I know it's not right so I wrote her a note.” The Shifter narrows his golden eyes at me and suddenly I am certain that he is some kind of feline Shifter. Something about his eyes is so cat-like. “And how did you 'know it's not right'?” He mimics me in a childish tone. I sigh. Explaining my magic is always frustrating. People either think I'm making it all up, since no one else has the same power as me, or they think I'm odd and start to interrogate me wanting to know about their friendships and relationships. “I know it's not right because of my magic.” I state, trying to keep my voice even. He leans in closer to me. “But you're human. You smell human.” he informs me, his expression looks like one of disgust. Since I know that humans don't smell any worse than Shifters, just different, I know the disgust is at the idea of me being human, not my actual smell. I raise an eyebrow. “Stop sniffing at me, and I'm not human.” I state firmly. He crosses his arms over his chest again. “Then what are you?” he demands. I shrug. “Beats me, if you can figure it out let me know.” I say casually. His eyes open in surprise. “You are an unknown Magic?” His tone is incredulous. He inhales deeply again, if I didn't know he was a Shifter I wouldn't really think it odd, but now I know he's... sniffing... It's my turn to roll my eyes. “I know, I know. Big shock right? How can this be and blah blah blah. I am an orphan and even though I know my power, it doesn't fit into any species, so I'm stuck as an unknown.” Okay, so maybe that came out a little more aggressive than I intended. What can I say, I have issues and he touched a nerve. He ignores my sass and continues his interrogation. It is far too early for this. “What is your power then?” I give a brief explanation of my ability to see the threads of fate and a run down of the common types. “Tristan has a red thread but it isn't linked to Megan. I usually try to ignore this kind of thing. Fate always sorts itself out after all. But I have a blue thread, the friendship one, linked to Megan. If she is fated to be my friend then I don't want her to suffer when I can prevent it.” Mr Kane seems doubtful of my explanation. “You can see if people are fated to be together, and you believe you are meant to be friends with my twin sister?” Twin? Well that's unusual. Magics don't often have twins, but when they do, they're powerful. I nod at him. Now might be a good time to mention that I can see a red thread connecting the two of us. I glance up at his expression which is still suspicious. Or maybe not. The more time I spend with this Shifter, the more I begin to think fate got it wrong. I wonder if there is a way to break threads or get rid of them in some way. I've never seen it happen before. Even in death people are tied together. I once walked past a cemetery and saw an old man visiting his wife's grave. The red thread still flowed from his chest and vanished down into the ground connecting him forever to his beloved. It was depressing but also sort of romantic in a morbid kind of way. I glanced back at the man sitting at the table across from me. I can't imagine being linked with him forever. I really hope fate knows what it's doing, giving me this man as my soul mate. “Yes, I will be friends with your twin sister. It is fated.” He scowls at me. “You aren't even a Shifter, why would fate want you to be friends with my sister?” Now it’s my turn to scowl back at him. “What does that have to do with anything? Everyone has a fate Mr Kane, regardless of the circumstances of their birth. When I look at someone, I see the threads of their fate, not their species.” I am feeling incredibly annoyed. This man is my soul mate, how can he be such a jerk? This was definitely not the first meeting I expected when I finally met the holder of my red thread. I had hoped for something a little sweeter, maybe cute or romantic. But no, I get yelled at and insulted. Yay for me. He stares at me for a moment. “Bellamy.” he suddenly states. “What?” I am totally confused, he already told me his name, didn't he? The Shifter looks very serious. “Call me Bellamy. Mr Kane was my father.” His expression is sad. I don't know what happened to his father, but I am certain that he can't be alive and well, not with his son looking so miserable. I nod. “Fine. Bellamy then. You can call me Ryann.” I offer, mostly because it would be super awkward for me to use his first name while he uses my last name. Besides, the guy is my soul mate, we're going to have to pass the awkward 'using each other's names' stage eventually, why not get it out of the way now? The Shifter- I mentally remind myself to call him Bellamy, seems relieved that I agreed so easily and... is he breathing weirdly deep? Maybe it's a Shifter thing, I heard they can tell a lot about how a person is feeling and reacting from their scent... which is kinda weird but I guess it would be useful. “Well Bellamy, now I have some questions for you.” I begin. He looks annoyed. You would think I had just told him he had a dentist appointment or something. “Wow, calm down would you. I'm not asking anything difficult, at least it shouldn't be.” hesitantly, Bellamy nods and gestures for me to continue. “Well, first I really would like to know how you found me. I didn't even put my full name on the note, and you didn't know it until I told you, so I doubt you got my details from anyone at Borderline.” I reason. Bellamy shrugs. “Your scent was all over the note. I assumed that it was placed in my sister’s bag at the restaurant since that's the only place she went that evening, so I went there. It didn't take me long to find you from there. Your scent was... exceptionally easy to follow.” he observes with yet another deep breath. I shrug. “Maybe it's because I walked home barefoot.” I say nonchalantly. He seems confused. “Barefoot? Why would you do that?” he asks curiously. I point to the heels I had abandoned in the doorway. “Because those shoes are evil and I am pretty sure they were biting my feet off or something. Sadly, they are part of my uniform at work.” I explain. He raises an eyebrow. “Biting your feet off? Surely they can't be THAT bad...” he trails off. I lift my foot up and pull off my bunny slipper to reveal the blisters and red marks that marr the pale skin of my foot. “They are definitely that bad.” I state as I hold my foot up so he can see. It is almost comical how horrified Bellamy looks. He actually leans forward and grabs my foot, pulling it towards himself. He seems to realise how weird that is because he suddenly freezes and, almost as quickly as he grabs me, he releases me again. There is an awkward silence as I pull my bunny slipper back over my foot. I decide to move on to my next question and try not to think about the fact that he figured out my location by scent. It kind of seems like an invasion of privacy or something, but who am I to talk. I literally spy on everyone's personal relationships constantly. Besides, I did leave a note. “I... how did your sister react when she saw the note?” I find I am actually terrified to hear his response. I don't want her to hate me. Bellamy drops his gaze to the floor. “She hasn't actually seen it. I scented something different in her purse, you I suppose, and I took it before she saw. She was excited and didn't seem to notice it.” I'm not sure if I'm disappointed that my warning never made it to her or relieved. “I'm surprised you took the effort to track me down.” I comment. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “She's my sister, I had to know if there was anything to the note. Besides...” he hesitates. “I'm not too sure about Tristan. I've never really bonded with him.” I interpret that as his tactful guy way of saying he hates Tristan and thinks he is a total ass. I open my mouth to say so, but I am interrupted by someone at the door. Paul is standing with his arms crossed over his chest in my doorway. We have been so busy arguing, neither of us thought to close the door. Bellamy is on his feet in an instant and steps forward to meet the stranger. Paul speaks, his tone is one of complete disgust. “A Shifter?” he bites out, staring at Bellamy's mark. “I thought you were such a nice girl Ryann, I hope you don't intend to have Shifters coming at all hours in my building.” He snaps. Bellamy takes a step closer, his stance is defensive. I get to my feet and stand between them. “Bellamy, ignore my neighbour. It seems he has poor manners. Paul, get out of MY apartment. This building belongs to Maggie, not you and there is no reason why I can't invite whoever I please.” I remind him. So Bellamy is a bit of an ass, but I'm not going to let my neighbour be insulting because of his species. Paul glares at me. “Well sorry for coming to check on you after this brute almost knocked your door down. I could hear it from downstairs. Magics really all act like rules don't apply to them, don't they?” he directs the last statement towards Bellamy who looks like he wants to knock Paul out. I don't really blame him. Paul is grating on my nerves too. Without saying anything, I push the sleeve of my pyjamas up as high as I can on my arm. It's just enough that the bottom of my mark is visible. Paul's expression darkens. “What the hell? Maggie promised that everyone in this building was safe. I guess a little old lady is pretty easy to fool huh?” I snap. It's one thing to insult Bellamy, I barely know him. Insult me? Sure, why not. It's not like there aren't tons of people doing it already, I can take it. But Maggie? She is the best person I know, and I can't stand to hear him speak about her that way. I probably shouldn't get physical but I just can't help myself. My hand flies before my brain registers that it's moving and I slap him hard across the face. Paul swears and raises a hand towards me, but it never connects. Bellamy catches him by the wrist and holds him firmly. When he speaks his tone is deadly. “Get out. Never speak with Ryann again. I suggest you look into finding other accommodations since you are so against the presence of Magics.” He doesn't make any threats, but his tone and the look in his eyes is enough. Bellamy releases Paul who backs away before fleeing down the stairs to his own apartment. I had hoped that this neighbour might last a little longer than the last few, it seemed it wasn't going to happen. Note-to-self: apologise to Maggie for scaring off her residents. I sigh. “I shouldn't have done that. He didn't need to know that I'm a Magic. Now Maggie is going to have to get a new resident for the second floor again. She did warn me that he didn't seem terribly open minded.” I grumble, more to myself than to Bellamy. He shrugs. Suddenly he seems a lot less hostile, in the last minute he's changed from opposition to ally. Although I'm not sure he's noticed the difference, but even his posture is different. Where before he was puffed up and seemed to be carefully watching me for sudden movements, now his shoulders have dropped and it feels like he is actually studying me rather than watching for signs of danger or deception. “The guy deserved what he got.” he seems distracted. He is staring at my arm, or more specifically where my sleeve has fallen down to cover my mark. I tug it down further and glare at him. None of this would have happened if he hadn't been banging down my door. He could have just knocked like a normal person. I really, really just want to go back to bed. I've been awake less than half an hour and already my life is falling to bits. I knew today wasn't going to be a good day. “Was there anything else you needed?” I demand impatiently. Bellamy looks confused. “Was there anything else you needed from me? Because if there isn't then I have things to do and would appreciate it if you would just leave already.” Things to do, like sleeping, or watching Netflix for a few hours before work tonight. I also just really want Bellamy to leave. He might be tied to me by a red thread, but I was not prepared for this much emotion this early in the day and I don't think I am prepared to spend any more time with him. We're fated to be together, I figure that means I don't need to rush anything. Bellamy opens his mouth to speak but I interrupt. Rude? Yes. But he's the one who invited himself in. I put a hand on his arm and pull him towards the door a little. Surprised, he lets me lead him out the apartment. I'm not sure he even realises that's what I'm doing. “I think we're done here. I can't deal with you right now, so it is time for you to leave.” I tell him firmly. I step back inside. “Have a nice day Bellamy. I'm fated to be friends with your sister so I'm sure I'll see you around. Bye. “With that I close the door in his face. Moments later he is banging on the door again. “Ryann! Open the door, I'm not done talking to you.” He shouts through the door. “Well I AM done talking to you. Go away Bellamy.” I call back. He swears under his breath. “We aren't done here. You will talk to me, and soon.” He answers. I peek through my little window and I see him climbing down the stairs. I watch him leave. In fact, I watch until he has left the building and has made his way down the street and around the corner. I can see quite far from the third floor after all. I breathe in a sigh of relief. I feel totally drained and it is far too early to consider the ramifications of finding my soul mate. So, I shuffle my way back to my room and climb into my bed where I curl up and quickly fall back to sleep. Sleep doesn't bring the peace I had hoped for however as, even in my sleep, I can't seem to stop replaying the moment Bellamy stepped between Paul and I or his promise that we would talk again soon. Two full days pass by uneventfully before I see another Shifter. I am at work once again. I'm covering a lunch shift. It's rather last minute as I was scheduled for a day off, but Anthony called this morning and asked me to cover for someone who is sick. I don't think he has ever spoken to me as politely as he did when he was asking for a favour. I don't particularly want to be here, but, as always, I could use the extra money so I suck it up, although my feet are already killing me in these blasted heels. I mentally curse whoever thought it was a good idea to force us to walk around in these death trap stilts. I hope that person stubs their toes on every possible surface every day for the rest of their lives. I paste on a fake smile so I can take the order of the human businessmen at table fifteen. “Hi there, and welcome to Borderline. My name is Ryann and I will be your server today. Can I start you off with any drinks?” None of the three men answer me. They are too busy staring at something. Is there something interesting going on behind me? I hear someone clearing their throat and slowly turn around. I find two burly looking men waiting for me. They're both wearing jeans and dark t-shirts. “Ryann Gale?” One of them asks. What the hell is going on? I nod warily. “Good. If you would please accompany us.” The man holds out his arm for me to take. His tone is polite, but I can tell that he isn't asking so much as telling me to come with him. I glance around, trying to spot Anthony but he is nowhere in sight. He probably wouldn't be much help anyways. I still don't take his arm. I don't particularly want to be kidnapped and killed or whatever. “Who are you and why should I go with you?” I demand. “I apologise miss Gale. My name is Shaun and this is Aaron. We are from the local feline Shifter pack. Our Alpha has requested your presence immediately.” Shaun takes a step closer so he is way in my personal space. It becomes clear that there is no way to avoid leaving with these men without causing a scene which isn't really something I want to do. Doesn't this place have security? I notice the other server eyeing me but not with concern, she looks angry. Does she think I planned this? Seriously! I make one last attempt. “As you can see, I am working right now. If you could come back in a few hours...” I trail off, the Shifters just stare at me. 🔥Open the app and continue reading the rest of the story . 👉(It will automatically jump to the book when you open the app) 😍🔥All novels are free to read👉	LEARN_MORE	https://h5.novelflowstory.com/ad/fb/template.html?	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1,973,072	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	🔥All novels are free to read👉	Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother. -------------------------------- I wake to a loud banging sound. It takes me a moment to realise it is someone knocking really, really loudly on my front door. I groan and pick up my phone to check the time. Eight twenty-two AM. Who could possibly be visiting me? Maggie should be at the markets right now and Logan on his way to school, besides, neither of them would ever knock so... aggressively. I force myself to climb out from under my covers and shiver as the cool morning air hits me. I glance in the mirror as I pass it and realise my ponytail from the night before has twisted and now sits awkwardly on one side of my head with half my hair pulled loose in a weird loop. I pull the tie from my hair and slip it over my wrist. The banging continues. “I'm COMING, chill out already would you.” I grumble. Oddly enough the banging does actually stop. Whoever is on the other side of the door clearly has great hearing if they heard what I just said. That or they gave up on me answering and went home. I hope for the latter because I really want to just go back to bed. I shuffle to the door and swing it open. My actions might seem a little reckless, I probably should have glanced through the window to see who it was at least before answering. But I am tired and not awake enough to consider things like my own safety. In fact I feel that the person on the other side of the door should probably be the one who is afraid of me considering how irritated I am. Standing in my doorway is a man that I can only describe as breathtaking. He is tall and muscular with black hair that has a slight wave to it and golden eyes. A glance at his arm tells me he is a Shifter. In fact, he is the same kind of Shifter as Megan. He is wearing blue jeans, a black button up shirt and is standing with his arms crossed, his expression impatient. I open my mouth to speak when I notice something that my sleepy brain hadn't registered until this moment. I rub my tired eyes as I stare. There is a red thread coming from the Shifter man's chest. The truly surprising part of this is that it leads straight across to mine. I stare up at him with wide eyes, not sure how to react. My soul mate is a Shifter? And he is standing right in front of me. Half of me wants to throw myself at him. I am so excited to meet him at last. The rest of me wants to go build a blanket fort and hide. I'm not sure I'm ready for a soul mate just yet, and I barely know this guy. I chastise myself internally. I am being ridiculous. This man has no idea that we are tied by the red string of fate, I need to treat him normally and get to know him, not act all creepy. This reminds me that he is still standing and staring at me, his nostrils flaring slightly as he looks me over. He doesn't seem impressed with my unicorn flannels and bunny slippers. Go figure. I pull myself together enough to act (mostly) normal. “Um, good morning?” I greet him, my voice a question. When he speaks his tone is stern and all business. “Are you R.G?” he demands. “Excuse me?” I ask. He rolls his eyes. “Are you being deliberately stupid or are you really this slow? Are you the R.G who wrote this note to my twin sister Megan?” he demands again, this time waving the note I had written the night before in my face. I flinch back as it comes a little too close. Rude much? “Oh, that. Um... yes? My name is Ryann Gale.” I introduce myself. “I'm Bellamy Kane. We need to talk.” Without asking, he pushes his way past me and enters my apartment. My temper rises at the intrusion. “What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that since my couch is currently piled high with laundry, the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it. “Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain. Okay, not asleep then. I cross my arms and stare at the man, although I avoid his eyes. Bellamy Kane. He seems like someone who is used to getting his own way. Usually I am not the type to pick fights. If someone wants me to sit, I'll probably do it, because really, why not? But if this man is my soul mate then I refuse to allow him to treat me as anything but an equal, even if he doesn't know it yet. He won’t hurt me, at least I’m mostly sure he won’t. I don't think I could ever fall for someone who would hurt me, so it stands to reason that he wouldn't. “Mr Kane, you can't just barge your way into my home and order me around.” He rolls his eyes at me again. “Would you rather I phrase my demand sweeter, and have no doubt this is a demand not a request. Miss Gale, would you be so gracious as to take a seat so that I can speak to you properly about the rather vague note you left for my sister last night.” He phrased the words politely, but his tone is sarcastic and still every bit as demanding. I want to keep arguing but I also really want to know more about Megan. I hope the note didn't upset her too much. I decide to give into his demands this once and sit down. I try to retain whatever dignity I have left as I take a seat. “Are you happy now?” I gesture at the other chair for him to sit down too. He sits across from me and I do my best to appear confident and put together. Well, as put together as one can look with bed head and bunny slippers. “Why did you leave my sister that note?” he questions. I shrug. “I saw that man, Tristan was it? Propose to her. I know it's not right so I wrote her a note.” The Shifter narrows his golden eyes at me and suddenly I am certain that he is some kind of feline Shifter. Something about his eyes is so cat-like. “And how did you 'know it's not right'?” He mimics me in a childish tone. I sigh. Explaining my magic is always frustrating. People either think I'm making it all up, since no one else has the same power as me, or they think I'm odd and start to interrogate me wanting to know about their friendships and relationships. “I know it's not right because of my magic.” I state, trying to keep my voice even. He leans in closer to me. “But you're human. You smell human.” he informs me, his expression looks like one of disgust. Since I know that humans don't smell any worse than Shifters, just different, I know the disgust is at the idea of me being human, not my actual smell. I raise an eyebrow. “Stop sniffing at me, and I'm not human.” I state firmly. He crosses his arms over his chest again. “Then what are you?” he demands. I shrug. “Beats me, if you can figure it out let me know.” I say casually. His eyes open in surprise. “You are an unknown Magic?” His tone is incredulous. He inhales deeply again, if I didn't know he was a Shifter I wouldn't really think it odd, but now I know he's... sniffing... It's my turn to roll my eyes. “I know, I know. Big shock right? How can this be and blah blah blah. I am an orphan and even though I know my power, it doesn't fit into any species, so I'm stuck as an unknown.” Okay, so maybe that came out a little more aggressive than I intended. What can I say, I have issues and he touched a nerve. He ignores my sass and continues his interrogation. It is far too early for this. “What is your power then?” I give a brief explanation of my ability to see the threads of fate and a run down of the common types. “Tristan has a red thread but it isn't linked to Megan. I usually try to ignore this kind of thing. Fate always sorts itself out after all. But I have a blue thread, the friendship one, linked to Megan. If she is fated to be my friend then I don't want her to suffer when I can prevent it.” Mr Kane seems doubtful of my explanation. “You can see if people are fated to be together, and you believe you are meant to be friends with my twin sister?” Twin? Well that's unusual. Magics don't often have twins, but when they do, they're powerful. I nod at him. Now might be a good time to mention that I can see a red thread connecting the two of us. I glance up at his expression which is still suspicious. Or maybe not. The more time I spend with this Shifter, the more I begin to think fate got it wrong. I wonder if there is a way to break threads or get rid of them in some way. I've never seen it happen before. Even in death people are tied together. I once walked past a cemetery and saw an old man visiting his wife's grave. The red thread still flowed from his chest and vanished down into the ground connecting him forever to his beloved. It was depressing but also sort of romantic in a morbid kind of way. I glanced back at the man sitting at the table across from me. I can't imagine being linked with him forever. I really hope fate knows what it's doing, giving me this man as my soul mate. “Yes, I will be friends with your twin sister. It is fated.” He scowls at me. “You aren't even a Shifter, why would fate want you to be friends with my sister?” Now it’s my turn to scowl back at him. “What does that have to do with anything? Everyone has a fate Mr Kane, regardless of the circumstances of their birth. When I look at someone, I see the threads of their fate, not their species.” I am feeling incredibly annoyed. This man is my soul mate, how can he be such a jerk? This was definitely not the first meeting I expected when I finally met the holder of my red thread. I had hoped for something a little sweeter, maybe cute or romantic. But no, I get yelled at and insulted. Yay for me. He stares at me for a moment. “Bellamy.” he suddenly states. “What?” I am totally confused, he already told me his name, didn't he? The Shifter looks very serious. “Call me Bellamy. Mr Kane was my father.” His expression is sad. I don't know what happened to his father, but I am certain that he can't be alive and well, not with his son looking so miserable. I nod. “Fine. Bellamy then. You can call me Ryann.” I offer, mostly because it would be super awkward for me to use his first name while he uses my last name. Besides, the guy is my soul mate, we're going to have to pass the awkward 'using each other's names' stage eventually, why not get it out of the way now? The Shifter- I mentally remind myself to call him Bellamy, seems relieved that I agreed so easily and... is he breathing weirdly deep? Maybe it's a Shifter thing, I heard they can tell a lot about how a person is feeling and reacting from their scent... which is kinda weird but I guess it would be useful. “Well Bellamy, now I have some questions for you.” I begin. He looks annoyed. You would think I had just told him he had a dentist appointment or something. “Wow, calm down would you. I'm not asking anything difficult, at least it shouldn't be.” hesitantly, Bellamy nods and gestures for me to continue. “Well, first I really would like to know how you found me. I didn't even put my full name on the note, and you didn't know it until I told you, so I doubt you got my details from anyone at Borderline.” I reason. Bellamy shrugs. “Your scent was all over the note. I assumed that it was placed in my sister’s bag at the restaurant since that's the only place she went that evening, so I went there. It didn't take me long to find you from there. Your scent was... exceptionally easy to follow.” he observes with yet another deep breath. I shrug. “Maybe it's because I walked home barefoot.” I say nonchalantly. He seems confused. “Barefoot? Why would you do that?” he asks curiously. I point to the heels I had abandoned in the doorway. “Because those shoes are evil and I am pretty sure they were biting my feet off or something. Sadly, they are part of my uniform at work.” I explain. He raises an eyebrow. “Biting your feet off? Surely they can't be THAT bad...” he trails off. I lift my foot up and pull off my bunny slipper to reveal the blisters and red marks that marr the pale skin of my foot. “They are definitely that bad.” I state as I hold my foot up so he can see. It is almost comical how horrified Bellamy looks. He actually leans forward and grabs my foot, pulling it towards himself. He seems to realise how weird that is because he suddenly freezes and, almost as quickly as he grabs me, he releases me again. There is an awkward silence as I pull my bunny slipper back over my foot. I decide to move on to my next question and try not to think about the fact that he figured out my location by scent. It kind of seems like an invasion of privacy or something, but who am I to talk. I literally spy on everyone's personal relationships constantly. Besides, I did leave a note. “I... how did your sister react when she saw the note?” I find I am actually terrified to hear his response. I don't want her to hate me. Bellamy drops his gaze to the floor. “She hasn't actually seen it. I scented something different in her purse, you I suppose, and I took it before she saw. She was excited and didn't seem to notice it.” I'm not sure if I'm disappointed that my warning never made it to her or relieved. “I'm surprised you took the effort to track me down.” I comment. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “She's my sister, I had to know if there was anything to the note. Besides...” he hesitates. “I'm not too sure about Tristan. I've never really bonded with him.” I interpret that as his tactful guy way of saying he hates Tristan and thinks he is a total ass. I open my mouth to say so, but I am interrupted by someone at the door. Paul is standing with his arms crossed over his chest in my doorway. We have been so busy arguing, neither of us thought to close the door. Bellamy is on his feet in an instant and steps forward to meet the stranger. Paul speaks, his tone is one of complete disgust. “A Shifter?” he bites out, staring at Bellamy's mark. “I thought you were such a nice girl Ryann, I hope you don't intend to have Shifters coming at all hours in my building.” He snaps. Bellamy takes a step closer, his stance is defensive. I get to my feet and stand between them. “Bellamy, ignore my neighbour. It seems he has poor manners. Paul, get out of MY apartment. This building belongs to Maggie, not you and there is no reason why I can't invite whoever I please.” I remind him. So Bellamy is a bit of an ass, but I'm not going to let my neighbour be insulting because of his species. Paul glares at me. “Well sorry for coming to check on you after this brute almost knocked your door down. I could hear it from downstairs. Magics really all act like rules don't apply to them, don't they?” he directs the last statement towards Bellamy who looks like he wants to knock Paul out. I don't really blame him. Paul is grating on my nerves too. Without saying anything, I push the sleeve of my pyjamas up as high as I can on my arm. It's just enough that the bottom of my mark is visible. Paul's expression darkens. “What the hell? Maggie promised that everyone in this building was safe. I guess a little old lady is pretty easy to fool huh?” I snap. It's one thing to insult Bellamy, I barely know him. Insult me? Sure, why not. It's not like there aren't tons of people doing it already, I can take it. But Maggie? She is the best person I know, and I can't stand to hear him speak about her that way. I probably shouldn't get physical but I just can't help myself. My hand flies before my brain registers that it's moving and I slap him hard across the face. Paul swears and raises a hand towards me, but it never connects. Bellamy catches him by the wrist and holds him firmly. When he speaks his tone is deadly. “Get out. Never speak with Ryann again. I suggest you look into finding other accommodations since you are so against the presence of Magics.” He doesn't make any threats, but his tone and the look in his eyes is enough. Bellamy releases Paul who backs away before fleeing down the stairs to his own apartment. I had hoped that this neighbour might last a little longer than the last few, it seemed it wasn't going to happen. Note-to-self: apologise to Maggie for scaring off her residents. I sigh. “I shouldn't have done that. He didn't need to know that I'm a Magic. Now Maggie is going to have to get a new resident for the second floor again. She did warn me that he didn't seem terribly open minded.” I grumble, more to myself than to Bellamy. He shrugs. Suddenly he seems a lot less hostile, in the last minute he's changed from opposition to ally. Although I'm not sure he's noticed the difference, but even his posture is different. Where before he was puffed up and seemed to be carefully watching me for sudden movements, now his shoulders have dropped and it feels like he is actually studying me rather than watching for signs of danger or deception. “The guy deserved what he got.” he seems distracted. He is staring at my arm, or more specifically where my sleeve has fallen down to cover my mark. I tug it down further and glare at him. None of this would have happened if he hadn't been banging down my door. He could have just knocked like a normal person. I really, really just want to go back to bed. I've been awake less than half an hour and already my life is falling to bits. I knew today wasn't going to be a good day. “Was there anything else you needed?” I demand impatiently. Bellamy looks confused. “Was there anything else you needed from me? Because if there isn't then I have things to do and would appreciate it if you would just leave already.” Things to do, like sleeping, or watching Netflix for a few hours before work tonight. I also just really want Bellamy to leave. He might be tied to me by a red thread, but I was not prepared for this much emotion this early in the day and I don't think I am prepared to spend any more time with him. We're fated to be together, I figure that means I don't need to rush anything. Bellamy opens his mouth to speak but I interrupt. Rude? Yes. But he's the one who invited himself in. I put a hand on his arm and pull him towards the door a little. Surprised, he lets me lead him out the apartment. I'm not sure he even realises that's what I'm doing. “I think we're done here. I can't deal with you right now, so it is time for you to leave.” I tell him firmly. I step back inside. “Have a nice day Bellamy. I'm fated to be friends with your sister so I'm sure I'll see you around. Bye. “With that I close the door in his face. Moments later he is banging on the door again. “Ryann! Open the door, I'm not done talking to you.” He shouts through the door. “Well I AM done talking to you. Go away Bellamy.” I call back. He swears under his breath. “We aren't done here. You will talk to me, and soon.” He answers. I peek through my little window and I see him climbing down the stairs. I watch him leave. In fact, I watch until he has left the building and has made his way down the street and around the corner. I can see quite far from the third floor after all. I breathe in a sigh of relief. I feel totally drained and it is far too early to consider the ramifications of finding my soul mate. So, I shuffle my way back to my room and climb into my bed where I curl up and quickly fall back to sleep. Sleep doesn't bring the peace I had hoped for however as, even in my sleep, I can't seem to stop replaying the moment Bellamy stepped between Paul and I or his promise that we would talk again soon. Two full days pass by uneventfully before I see another Shifter. I am at work once again. I'm covering a lunch shift. It's rather last minute as I was scheduled for a day off, but Anthony called this morning and asked me to cover for someone who is sick. I don't think he has ever spoken to me as politely as he did when he was asking for a favour. I don't particularly want to be here, but, as always, I could use the extra money so I suck it up, although my feet are already killing me in these blasted heels. I mentally curse whoever thought it was a good idea to force us to walk around in these death trap stilts. I hope that person stubs their toes on every possible surface every day for the rest of their lives. I paste on a fake smile so I can take the order of the human businessmen at table fifteen. “Hi there, and welcome to Borderline. My name is Ryann and I will be your server today. Can I start you off with any drinks?” None of the three men answer me. They are too busy staring at something. Is there something interesting going on behind me? I hear someone clearing their throat and slowly turn around. I find two burly looking men waiting for me. They're both wearing jeans and dark t-shirts. “Ryann Gale?” One of them asks. What the hell is going on? I nod warily. “Good. If you would please accompany us.” The man holds out his arm for me to take. His tone is polite, but I can tell that he isn't asking so much as telling me to come with him. I glance around, trying to spot Anthony but he is nowhere in sight. He probably wouldn't be much help anyways. I still don't take his arm. I don't particularly want to be kidnapped and killed or whatever. “Who are you and why should I go with you?” I demand. “I apologise miss Gale. My name is Shaun and this is Aaron. We are from the local feline Shifter pack. Our Alpha has requested your presence immediately.” Shaun takes a step closer so he is way in my personal space. It becomes clear that there is no way to avoid leaving with these men without causing a scene which isn't really something I want to do. Doesn't this place have security? I notice the other server eyeing me but not with concern, she looks angry. Does she think I planned this? Seriously! I make one last attempt. “As you can see, I am working right now. If you could come back in a few hours...” I trail off, the Shifters just stare at me. 🔥Open the app and continue reading the rest of the story . 👉(It will automatically jump to the book when you open the app) 😍🔥All novels are free to read👉	LEARN_MORE	https://h5.novelflowstory.com/ad/fb/template.html?	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1,972,890	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1972864}'	Yes	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	Stop Struggling With Nerve Pain, Do This Instead.	You've been told that you can only treat nerve pain...but that's a lie.	SHOP_NOW	https://advancednervesupport.primallabs.com/news/1	Nerve Support Zone	https://www.facebook.com/61554217027523/	643	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	advancednervesupport.primallabs.com	DCO		https://advancednervesupport.primallabs.com/news/1712/video_ans_mg_nhc_mon_offer_fs	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/459365445_380366448446652_8015813707989048470_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=106&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=qrtoEDwo6NwQ7kNvgGPYd1w&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ARlXkMR8VbW2bPCXEDP1ZEp&oh=00_AYAYnQCrTTOvX4Ur6CFWwzHgBA3xklAsZcRINOui3sJHfg&oe=66EA4FE5	PERSON_PROFILE	Nerve Support Zone	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
1,972,896	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1972881}'	No	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	Struggling With Neuropathy? Take This Quiz.	𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 2 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧! Feeling overwhelmed by constant nerve pain, tingling, or numbness? Take this quick 2-minute quiz (FREE ) & discover what’s really causing your neuropathy. You’ll get personalized advice tailored to your unique symptoms. 👉🏼 Plus, a dedicated consultant will discuss your FREE Neuropathy Plan — 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐬 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲... 1️⃣ 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐳 2️⃣ 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 3️⃣ 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧. Start your journey to nerve pain relief today - take the quiz now! (Did we say it was FREE!?) “𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘋𝘳. 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦.” -𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘖. 𝐏.𝐒. - Due to the sheer volume of quiz submissions, this neuropathy quiz is only on for a limited time (until we've maxed out our consultation bandwidth). Thank you. Did	LEARN_MORE	https://neuropathyuniversity.com/	Nerve Renew	https://www.facebook.com/NerveHealthGroup/	101,697	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	NeuropathyUniversity.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://neuropathyuniversity.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/457231620_832847401928851_8296738347386238577_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=HqqPuAK3t8MQ7kNvgF5Nz-X&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ARlXkMR8VbW2bPCXEDP1ZEp&oh=00_AYB7ekRRcrSNtrndMobIkil6wf4fZYowdz7O3_yBWpNL8w&oe=66EA62F6	PERSON_PROFILE	Nerve Renew	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
1,972,901	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1972864}'	Yes	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	Stop Struggling With Nerve Pain, Try This Proven Fix	TRUE or FALSE: “You can only TREAT nerve pain, not get rid of it.” Most people believe that’s true, but it’s actually false. Turns out there IS a way to get rid of nerve pain once and for all. And the answer has been right in front of us all along. Tap the button below to discover this natural “off switch” for nerve pain.	LEARN_MORE	https://advancednervesupport.primallabs.com/news/1	Nerve Support Zone	https://www.facebook.com/61554217027523/	643	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	advancednervesupport.primallabs.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://advancednervesupport.primallabs.com/news/1712/video_ans_mg_nhc_mon_offer_fs	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/459073653_868304655230076_5406722742088348428_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=rnUI7t7tcXIQ7kNvgFVLoP6&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ARlXkMR8VbW2bPCXEDP1ZEp&oh=00_AYCLUdVaXYX6w9gvUF-F1FEX18Zns_2Wpvn2LQJK1I_P4A&oe=66EA5226	PERSON_PROFILE	Nerve Support Zone	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
1,972,919	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1972869}'	No	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	Say Goodbye to Neuropathic Pain	🌟 Struggling with Neuropathic Foot Pain? 🌟 Is neuropathy, whether diabetic, chemo-induced, autoimmune, or idiopathic, taking a toll on your life with relentless tingling and discomfort? It’s time to take action before it’s too late. 📅 Join Our Free Webinar: Discover FDA-Approved, Non-Pharmaceutical Solutions for Neuropathy Relief! 📅 At Advanced Nerve Solution, we utilize breakthrough technology to offer rapid relief from neuropathic foot pain, stiffness, and swelling. Our treatment enhances blood circulation and heals damaged tissue in your foot, providing almost immediate comfort. 🔍 What’s Included in Our Comprehensive Webinar: ✅ How to alleviate burning and tingling sensations quickly and effectively ✅ The benefits of FDA-approved, non-pharmaceutical treatments ✅ Holistic approaches that address the root cause of neuropathy ✅ Steps to transform your life with renewed comfort and mobility Don’t let neuropathy control your life any longer. Take the first step towards lasting relief. 👇 Click “Sign Up” to Reserve Your Spot Now! Your journey to a pain-free life starts here. Let’s make neuropathy a thing of the past.	LEARN_MORE	https://advancednervesolutions.com/workshop	Advanced Nerve Solutions	https://www.facebook.com/61564112510637/	28	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	advancednervesolutions.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://advancednervesolutions.com/workshop	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/458986438_368280576337067_5616084507649369097_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=105&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=uGe_ZrjcFG0Q7kNvgHHlCe8&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&_nc_gid=ARlXkMR8VbW2bPCXEDP1ZEp&oh=00_AYCm_KBYTl9bFSi__1sb_dhjd8mMvYUcyFK5UoAHjRRbkg&oe=66EA44F0	PERSON_PROFILE	Advanced Nerve Solutions	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
1,972,921	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1972881}'	No	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	Struggling With Neuropathy? Take This Quiz.	𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 2 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧! Feeling overwhelmed by constant nerve pain, tingling, or numbness? Take this quick 2-minute quiz (FREE ) & discover what’s really causing your neuropathy. You’ll get personalized advice tailored to your unique symptoms. 👉🏼 Plus, a dedicated consultant will discuss your FREE Neuropathy Plan — 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐬 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲... 1️⃣ 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐳 2️⃣ 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐬 3️⃣ 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐧. Start your journey to nerve pain relief today - take the quiz now! (Did we say it was FREE!?) “𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘋𝘳. 𝘒𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥𝘺'𝘴 𝘶𝘱𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘐 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦.” -𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘩 𝘖. 𝐏.𝐒. - Due to the sheer volume of quiz submissions, this neuropathy quiz is only on for a limited time (until we've maxed out our consultation bandwidth). Thank you. Did	LEARN_MORE	https://neuropathyuniversity.com/	Nerve Renew	https://www.facebook.com/NerveHealthGroup/	101,697	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	NeuropathyUniversity.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://neuropathyuniversity.com/	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/456617598_474907692083108_7394920567247553565_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=102&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=wUusE0q_yj8Q7kNvgGGfdwg&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&_nc_gid=ARlXkMR8VbW2bPCXEDP1ZEp&oh=00_AYBbxMJdej_hEVp3FB7-Ghm87q6SrQ2tqcbJc0PBPoHYiA&oe=66EA719F	PERSON_PROFILE	Nerve Renew	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
1,972,931	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1972864}'	No	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	Stop Struggling With Nerve Pain, Do This Instead.	You've been told that you can only treat nerve pain...but that's a lie.	SHOP_NOW	https://advancednervesupport.primallabs.com/news/1	Nerve Support Zone	https://www.facebook.com/61554217027523/	643	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	advancednervesupport.primallabs.com	DCO		https://advancednervesupport.primallabs.com/news/1712/video_ans_mg_nhc_mon_offer_fs	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/458350684_539416568533930_2789032237421390526_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=109&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=VBITPwmfo6cQ7kNvgG5nuaY&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYCpjqP126D9d1YWvdEycPfsghXS_Hdojmty-MEeGM0bCw&oe=66EA60D7	PERSON_PROFILE	Nerve Support Zone	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
1,972,943	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1972864}'	No	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	Stop Cycle of Nerve Pain, Do This Instead	If your doctor has said the only way to treat neuropathy is with the 3 P's (painkillers, prescription meds, and procedures), you need to watch this >>>	LEARN_MORE	https://advancednervesupport.primallabs.com/news/1	Nerve Support Zone	https://www.facebook.com/61554217027523/	643	1969-12-31 18:00	Learn More	advancednervesupport.primallabs.com	DCO	{{product.description}}	https://advancednervesupport.primallabs.com/news/1712/video_ans_mg_nhc_mon_offer_fs	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-2.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/458445484_518036610917822_2658031352662299485_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=100&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=z9VLAWNHUNAQ7kNvgGwXFax&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-2.xx&oh=00_AYA7GB-GB1w_61ioqerbDEwVW78gD-qtT820oMTbwQxbZw&oe=66EA43D1	PERSON_PROFILE	Nerve Support Zone	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete
1,972,950	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"alias":1972864}'	Yes	2024-09-13 14:03	active	1435	Stop Struggling With Nerve Pain, Do This Instead	You've been told that you can only treat nerve pain...but that's a lie.	SHOP_NOW	https://advancednervesupport.primallabs.com/news/1	Nerve Support Zone	https://www.facebook.com/61554217027523/	643	1969-12-31 18:00	Shop Now	advancednervesupport.primallabs.com	DCO		https://advancednervesupport.primallabs.com/news/1712/video_ans_mg_nhc_mon_offer_fs	1969-12-31 18:00	https://scontent-iad3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t39.35426-6/458396215_522591940270162_1604209146758893800_n.jpg?stp=dst-jpg_s60x60&_nc_cat=107&ccb=1-7&_nc_sid=c53f8f&_nc_ohc=2SaiUOonKE8Q7kNvgErb52K&_nc_ht=scontent-iad3-1.xx&oh=00_AYB3mAvLzCcJWARjJMeN4_X2xRaXIj6xPSKmqQA7JLNcnQ&oe=66EA6195	PERSON_PROFILE	Nerve Support Zone	1969-12-31 18:00	View Edit Delete

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