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  "Sis, I'm pregnant. It's brother-in-law's." A woman said softly to Monica. Hearing this, Monica was stunned.   "You lie!" Monica couldn’t believe it.   "It’s true. It’s been three months!" The woman handed her a medical examination report. Monica's mind went blank when she saw her husband, Quarmy Huo's signature on the report.   At this moment, the world was turned upside down.   She could not hear what the woman was talking about, she just knew that anger was sweeping through her body. She suddenly lost control, rushed over, slapped that woman, shouted, “how dare you! You are shameless. Like mother, like daughter.” "What are you doing?" An angry voice sounded, and her mother-in-law appeared at the door.   "What am I doing? Because of your son! He has a child with this shameless woman behind my back!" Monica shouted uncontrollably at her mother-in-law. "Are you satisfied now?"   "How dare you shout at me? Mind your behavior!" Her mother-in-law widened her eyes in disbelief.   Monica did not answer her mother-in-law, and then slapped the woman in front of her twice. The woman leaned back and fell to the ground.   Looking at the blood oozing from the woman's calves, her mother-in-law was dumbfounded.   Oh no, that was her unborn grandson! She rushed up to Monica with two slaps in her anger, scolding, "you vicious jealous woman. As for the baby things, you have let me down for so many years. Now you can't even allow others to fulfill my wish?"   Monica felt a buzz in her head, and her face was suddenly swollen up. She felt dizzy and fell back, hitting the corner angle of the cabinet which was exceedingly painful.   When she struggled to hold the cabinet so that she would not fall down. The door was pushed open and a man’s cold voice sounded. "What's going on?"   Monica’s mother-in-law cried, "Quarmy! You came back just in time. Hurry up and take Madrigal to the hospital. This evil woman is hurting my precious grandson! Hurry up!"   Quarmy Huo's eyes glanced over indifferently. When he saw the blood under Madrig
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"Sis, I'm pregnant. It's brother-in-law's." A woman said softly to Monica. Hearing this, Monica was stunned. "You lie!" Monica couldn’t believe it. "It’s true. It’s been three months!" The woman handed her a medical examination report. Monica's mind went blank when she saw her husband, Quarmy Huo's signature on the report. At this moment, the world was turned upside down. She could not hear what the woman was talking about, she just knew that anger was sweeping through her body. She suddenly lost control, rushed over, slapped that woman, shouted, “how dare you! You are shameless. Like mother, like daughter.” "What are you doing?" An angry voice sounded, and her mother-in-law appeared at the door. "What am I doing? Because of your son! He has a child with this shameless woman behind my back!" Monica shouted uncontrollably at her mother-in-law. "Are you satisfied now?" "How dare you shout at me? Mind your behavior!" Her mother-in-law widened her eyes in disbelief. Monica did not answer her mother-in-law, and then slapped the woman in front of her twice. The woman leaned back and fell to the ground. Looking at the blood oozing from the woman's calves, her mother-in-law was dumbfounded. Oh no, that was her unborn grandson! She rushed up to Monica with two slaps in her anger, scolding, "you vicious jealous woman. As for the baby things, you have let me down for so many years. Now you can't even allow others to fulfill my wish?" Monica felt a buzz in her head, and her face was suddenly swollen up. She felt dizzy and fell back, hitting the corner angle of the cabinet which was exceedingly painful. When she struggled to hold the cabinet so that she would not fall down. The door was pushed open and a man’s cold voice sounded. "What's going on?" Monica’s mother-in-law cried, "Quarmy! You came back just in time. Hurry up and take Madrigal to the hospital. This evil woman is hurting my precious grandson! Hurry up!" Quarmy Huo's eyes glanced over indifferently. When he saw the blood under Madrigal Jane's body, his face darkened suddenly. He rushed over and picked up Madrigal on the ground and rushed out like a gust of wind. Monica felt desperate. Her husband didn't even look at her from the moment he entered the door. She felt a sharp pain on her back, she knew that it was bleeding. ... Monica did not know when it was raining outside the window, the sound of rustling rain woke her out of the dream. The bedroom was dark and she reached out to the side of the bed subconsciously. No one was there. Then she laughed at herself slightly. The smile drew on the nerves on her face and both sides of her face were burning with pain. The pain made her completely awake. A beam of light illuminated the bedroom window and the sound of the car came. Her husband Quarmy finally came back! Monica jumped out of bed with bare feet and walked to the window. She opened the curtain and saw a few cars driving into the villa in the misty rain. A bad feeling occurred but she could not make sure yet. A man opened the car door respectfully with an opening umbrella. Monica saw the familiar figure coming out of Maybach. Quarmy paused in the yard, he seemly sensed Monica was standing behind the window, he looked up at the window of Monica's bedroom. Even standing from a long distance, Monica could feel his icy eyes. She cracked a smile and slowly walked out of the bedroom in her pajamas, with untied hair and bare feet. The lights in the villa instantly lit up, her slovenly figure with bruises on the face reflected clearly on the glistening floor. Monica knew how terrible she looked now. She moved downstairs. Quarmy Huo and a man had already sat down on the sofa in the living room. A weird smile emerged from the corner of Monica's mouth and she strode towards them. Seeing Monica walking over with bare feet, Quarmy Huo finally had a slight fluctuation on his expressionless face. He held the sofa tighter. Seeing Monica sitting opposite Quarmy Huo, the man beside him took out a document and pushed it over. "Madam, this is the divorce p

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"You may want to know that your husband is with me now, at a hotel. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again. Why don't you come in? It's hot outside, aren't you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I'm afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them was diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face was turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Have you guys used a condom? Or, I would suggest you visit a doctor, just in case, you know.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backward, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don’t mistake me for
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Title:Be My Life Tiramisu David Thomas presses Grace Miller to the floor from behind. his hand goes around her and pulls off her underwear, pulls off her underpants and squeezes into her inner and soft place without pity. Grace Miller hurts so much, biting her teeth and resisting his collision. Her face is pressed to the ground by David Thomas, with cold on one side and hot on the other. One year after marriage, David Thomas's fixed posture, on the floor, back into her. New wedding night. David Thomas vented, got up, took a stack of money from the bag and threw it on Grace Miller's still trembling body. He said,back-into, the whoremaster’s posture with the whore , Grace Miller, don't think that you have the name of my wife, you are just the whore that our Thomas Family bought back to me. Grace Miller is on the floor and couldn't think. At first, when David Thomas left her to leave, she would secretly cry, but now she would not cry. Grace Miller is left in the room, and she struggles to get up from the ground and cleans her body and falls on the bed. One year. A whole year. She trapped herself in this cage and endured David Thomas's endless humiliation for a whole year. * The next day, the sun rises as usual, still so shine. Grace Miller changes her work clothes and goes to the company. The Thomas Group. David is President of the Thomas Group, she serves for the Planning Department. When she first arrives at the office, David Thomas walks in with anger. Grace Miller watches him. David Thomas is shocked by the inexplicable feeling. How long does Grace Miller dare not to look at himself? "President Thomas, what the matter?" Grace Miller speaks. "This is the plan you made." David Thomas hates Grace Miller's indifferent look, she is a despicable woman who has a face of the Virgin. He wants to tear her apart. The project in the hands of David Thomas is directly on Grace Miller. Grace Miller shakes his fingertips slightly, her finger is hurt, and a small red blood splatters out of the white paper. David Thomas says, "I don’t know you are so delicate." "You are not sitsisfied, I will change, till to get your sitsisfaction." Grace Miller says, she knows, David Thomas is disgusted with everything related to herself. David Thomas snorts coldly. "You can't get off work till you finish it!" Throwing a swearing words, David Thomas slams the door and leaves. Grace Miller slowly sits in her seat. She is the daughter of the Thomas Family. When Old Mr. Thomas saw her at the orphanage, he took her home to raise her. Mrs. Thomas also liked her. When did she start being hated by everyone? She remembers it, the day David Thomas came home with his girlfriend to see his parents. That day, she didn't know how he rushed into her room... Grace Miller breathes with a little stagnation. It was her first time. She was ruthlessly taken by David Thomas. The next day they were found in bed by Old Mr. Thomas. Old Mr. Thomas forced David Thomas to marry her. David Thomas is a proud person, and he believes that Grace Miller framed him in order to stay in the Thomas Family forever. At first, David Thomas had a bit of scruples. Later, when Old Mr. Thomas died, he became more and more unscrupulous. Stars, tender models,all kinds of women, rumors flying all over the sky. Grace Miller suddenly smiles, and tears fall from her eyes, she promised her foster father for a year, now,it’s the time... Old Mr. Thomas pulls Grace Miller's hand before he died, and told her that she must be together for a full year. If David still can't see your good sides, then you can separate. Grace Miller cried and promised. She promised, not only because it is the last words of Old Mr. Thomas, but also because she has secretly long falls in love with David Thomas . David Thomas is sunny, smart, and handsome. He has all the advantages of Grace Miller's fantasy Prince Charming. She
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"You may want to know that your husband is with me now, at a hotel. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again. Why don't you come in? It's hot outside, aren't you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I'm afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them was diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face was turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Have you guys used a condom? Or, I would suggest you visit a doctor, just in case, you know.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backward, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don’t mistake me for
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"You may want to know that your husband is with me now, at a hotel. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again. Why don't you come in? It's hot outside, aren't you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I'm afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them was diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face was turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Have you guys used a condom? Or, I would suggest you visit a doctor, just in case, you know.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backward, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don’t mistake me for
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"Sis, I'm pregnant. It's brother-in-law's." A woman said softly to Monica. Hearing this, Monica was stunned. "You lie!" Monica couldn’t believe it. "It’s true. It’s been three months!" The woman handed her a medical examination report. Monica's mind went blank when she saw her husband, Quarmy Huo's signature on the report. At this moment, the world was turned upside down. She could not hear what the woman was talking about, she just knew that anger was sweeping through her body. She suddenly lost control, rushed over, slapped that woman, shouted, “how dare you! You are shameless. Like mother, like daughter.” "What are you doing?" An angry voice sounded, and her mother-in-law appeared at the door. "What am I doing? Because of your son! He has a child with this shameless woman behind my back!" Monica shouted uncontrollably at her mother-in-law. "Are you satisfied now?" "How dare you shout at me? Mind your behavior!" Her mother-in-law widened her eyes in disbelief. Monica did not answer her mother-in-law, and then slapped the woman in front of her twice. The woman leaned back and fell to the ground. Looking at the blood oozing from the woman's calves, her mother-in-law was dumbfounded. Oh no, that was her unborn grandson! She rushed up to Monica with two slaps in her anger, scolding, "you vicious jealous woman. As for the baby things, you have let me down for so many years. Now you can't even allow others to fulfill my wish?" Monica felt a buzz in her head, and her face was suddenly swollen up. She felt dizzy and fell back, hitting the corner angle of the cabinet which was exceedingly painful. When she struggled to hold the cabinet so that she would not fall down. The door was pushed open and a man’s cold voice sounded. "What's going on?" Monica’s mother-in-law cried, "Quarmy! You came back just in time. Hurry up and take Madrigal to the hospital. This evil woman is hurting my precious grandson! Hurry up!" Quarmy Huo's eyes glanced over indifferently. When he saw the blood under Madrigal Jane's body, his face darkened suddenly. He rushed over and picked up Madrigal on the ground and rushed out like a gust of wind. Monica felt desperate. Her husband didn't even look at her from the moment he entered the door. She felt a sharp pain on her back, she knew that it was bleeding. ... Monica did not know when it was raining outside the window, the sound of rustling rain woke her out of the dream. The bedroom was dark and she reached out to the side of the bed subconsciously. No one was there. Then she laughed at herself slightly. The smile drew on the nerves on her face and both sides of her face were burning with pain. The pain made her completely awake. A beam of light illuminated the bedroom window and the sound of the car came. Her husband Quarmy finally came back! Monica jumped out of bed with bare feet and walked to the window. She opened the curtain and saw a few cars driving into the villa in the misty rain. A bad feeling occurred but she could not make sure yet. A man opened the car door respectfully with an opening umbrella. Monica saw the familiar figure coming out of Maybach. Quarmy paused in the yard, he seemly sensed Monica was standing behind the window, he looked up at the window of Monica's bedroom. Even standing from a long distance, Monica could feel his icy eyes. She cracked a smile and slowly walked out of the bedroom in her pajamas, with untied hair and bare feet. The lights in the villa instantly lit up, her slovenly figure with bruises on the face reflected clearly on the glistening floor. Monica knew how terrible she looked now. She moved downstairs. Quarmy Huo and a man had already sat down on the sofa in the living room. A weird smile emerged from the corner of Monica's mouth and she strode towards them. Seeing Monica walking over with bare feet, Quarmy Huo finally had a slight fluctuation on his expressionless face. He held the sofa tighter. Seeing Monica sitting opposite Quarmy Huo, the man beside him took out a document and pushed it over. "Madam, this is the divorce p
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I’ve got a confession to make: I’m embarrassed by my industry. When I started trading Forex 5 years ago, I just wanted to live life on my terms. I wanted to wake up when I wanted, sleep when I wanted, and never be stressed about money. My version of “financial freedom” was simple. I didn’t care about flashing cash or fancy cars. I just wanted to enjoy life. But then a bunch of “Forex bros” jumped into the industry, made a little money, and turned the whole thing into a contest. Renting supercars to pretend they’re super rich. Posing with bikini models to show how cool they were. It was embarrassing. I would actually lie when people asked me what I did for a living. It felt like they’d judge me if I said I was a Forex trader. The whole situation wasn’t just embarrassing...it made me angry. Because most of these guys made a few grand and then started releasing courses. They just got lucky...they were gambling, had a hot hand, and then decided they were “Forex experts”. Meanwhile, I made thousands in profits over the past 5 years. And I kept my mouth shut. Like I said, I wasn’t looking for complications. I just wanted to enjoy my life and trade Forex. I didn’t want to be some big guru. I like things simple. I helped a few people one-on-one, and they all went on to make serious money. 6 or even 7 figures. That was enough for me. But these guys have gone too far. And what they’re doing is dangerous...they’re hurting people while they’re the most vulnerable, preying on their hopes and dreams by flashing cash and pretending they know what they’re doing. Frankly, it’s despicable. And it’s time I do something about it. So, I put together a free training to teach you some Forex basics. You can watch it here for free: https://go.theforexhub.com/webinar Fair warning though...it’s probably completely different from what most of these “Forex bros” are teaching. Because I’m showing you real principles...actual strategies that helped me thousands in profits over 5 years. I’m not going to teach you how to gamble like those other guys. So if you want to learn Forex the right way, click here for the free training: https://go.theforexhub.com/webinar At the end, you’ll have a chance to work directly with me and learn more of my approach to Forex. But that’s entirely optional. The training is completely free, and it’ll allow you to get started with Forex right away. So if you’d like, just click here to watch this training completely free: https://go.theforexhub.com/webinar
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I’ve got a confession to make: I’m embarrassed by my industry. When I started trading Forex 5 years ago, I just wanted to live life on my terms. I wanted to wake up when I wanted, sleep when I wanted, and never be stressed about money. My version of “financial freedom” was simple. I didn’t care about flashing cash or fancy cars. I just wanted to enjoy life. But then a bunch of “Forex bros” jumped into the industry, made a little money, and turned the whole thing into a contest. Renting supercars to pretend they’re super rich. Posing with bikini models to show how cool they were. It was embarrassing. I would actually lie when people asked me what I did for a living. It felt like they’d judge me if I said I was a Forex trader. The whole situation wasn’t just embarrassing...it made me angry. Because most of these guys made a few grand and then started releasing courses. They just got lucky...they were gambling, had a hot hand, and then decided they were “Forex experts”. Meanwhile, I made thousands in profits over the past 5 years. And I kept my mouth shut. Like I said, I wasn’t looking for complications. I just wanted to enjoy my life and trade Forex. I didn’t want to be some big guru. I like things simple. I helped a few people one-on-one, and they all went on to make serious money. 6 or even 7 figures. That was enough for me. But these guys have gone too far. And what they’re doing is dangerous...they’re hurting people while they’re the most vulnerable, preying on their hopes and dreams by flashing cash and pretending they know what they’re doing. Frankly, it’s despicable. And it’s time I do something about it. So, I put together a free training to teach you some Forex basics. You can watch it here for free: https://go.theforexhub.com/webinar Fair warning though...it’s probably completely different from what most of these “Forex bros” are teaching. Because I’m showing you real principles...actual strategies that helped me thousands in profits over 5 years. I’m not going to teach you how to gamble like those other guys. So if you want to learn Forex the right way, click here for the free training: https://go.theforexhub.com/webinar At the end, you’ll have a chance to work directly with me and learn more of my approach to Forex. But that’s entirely optional. The training is completely free, and it’ll allow you to get started with Forex right away. So if you’d like, just click here to watch this training completely free: https://go.theforexhub.com/webinar
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"Sis, I'm pregnant. It's brother-in-law's." A woman said softly to Monica. Hearing this, Monica was stunned.   "You lie!" Monica couldn’t believe it.   "It’s true. It’s been three months!" The woman handed her a medical examination report. Monica's mind went blank when she saw her husband, Quarmy Huo's signature on the report.   At this moment, the world was turned upside down.   She could not hear what the woman was talking about, she just knew that anger was sweeping through her body. She suddenly lost control, rushed over, slapped that woman, shouted, “how dare you! You are shameless. Like mother, like daughter.” "What are you doing?" An angry voice sounded, and her mother-in-law appeared at the door.   "What am I doing? Because of your son! He has a child with this shameless woman behind my back!" Monica shouted uncontrollably at her mother-in-law. "Are you satisfied now?"   "How dare you shout at me? Mind your behavior!" Her mother-in-law widened her eyes in disbelief.   Monica did not answer her mother-in-law, and then slapped the woman in front of her twice. The woman leaned back and fell to the ground.   Looking at the blood oozing from the woman's calves, her mother-in-law was dumbfounded.   Oh no, that was her unborn grandson! She rushed up to Monica with two slaps in her anger, scolding, "you vicious jealous woman. As for the baby things, you have let me down for so many years. Now you can't even allow others to fulfill my wish?"   Monica felt a buzz in her head, and her face was suddenly swollen up. She felt dizzy and fell back, hitting the corner angle of the cabinet which was exceedingly painful.   When she struggled to hold the cabinet so that she would not fall down. The door was pushed open and a man’s cold voice sounded. "What's going on?"   Monica’s mother-in-law cried, "Quarmy! You came back just in time. Hurry up and take Madrigal to the hospital. This evil woman is hurting my precious grandson! Hurry up!"   Quarmy Huo's eyes glanced over indifferently. When he saw the blood under Madrigal Jane's body, his face darkened suddenly. He rushed over and picked up Madrigal on the ground and rushed out like a gust of wind. Monica felt desperate. Her husband didn't even look at her from the moment he entered the door. She felt a sharp pain on her back, she knew that it was bleeding. ...   Monica did not know when it was raining outside the window, the sound of rustling rain woke her out of the dream. The bedroom was dark and she reached out to the side of the bed subconsciously. No one was there.   Then she laughed at herself slightly. The smile drew on the nerves on her face and both sides of her face were burning with pain. The pain made her completely awake.   A beam of light illuminated the bedroom window and the sound of the car came. Her husband Quarmy finally came back!   Monica jumped out of bed with bare feet and walked to the window. She opened the curtain and saw a few cars driving into the villa in the misty rain.   A bad feeling occurred but she could not make sure yet.   A man opened the car door respectfully with an opening umbrella. Monica saw the familiar figure coming out of Maybach.   Quarmy paused in the yard, he seemly sensed Monica was standing behind the window, he looked up at the window of Monica's bedroom.   Even standing from a long distance, Monica could feel his icy eyes. She cracked a smile and slowly walked out of the bedroom in her pajamas, with untied hair and bare feet.   The lights in the villa instantly lit up, her slovenly figure with bruises on the face reflected clearly on the glistening floor. Monica knew how terrible she looked now.   She moved downstairs. Quarmy Huo and a man had already sat down on the sofa in the living room.   A weird smile emerged from the corner of Monica's mouth and she strode towards them. Seeing Monica walking over with bare feet, Quarmy Huo finally had a slight fluctuation on his expressionless face. He held the sofa tighter.   Seeing Monica sitting opposite Quarmy Huo, the man beside him took out a document and pushed it over. "Madam,
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"Sis, I'm pregnant. It's brother-in-law's." A woman said softly to Monica. Hearing this, Monica was stunned. "You lie!" Monica couldn’t believe it. "It’s true. It’s been three months!" The woman handed her a medical examination report. Monica's mind went blank when she saw her husband, Quarmy Huo's signature on the report. At this moment, the world was turned upside down. She could not hear what the woman was talking about, she just knew that anger was sweeping through her body. She suddenly lost control, rushed over, slapped that woman, shouted, “how dare you! You are shameless. Like mother, like daughter.” "What are you doing?" An angry voice sounded, and her mother-in-law appeared at the door. "What am I doing? Because of your son! He has a child with this shameless woman behind my back!" Monica shouted uncontrollably at her mother-in-law. "Are you satisfied now?" "How dare you shout at me? Mind your behavior!" Her mother-in-law widened her eyes in disbelief. Monica did not answer her mother-in-law, and then slapped the woman in front of her twice. The woman leaned back and fell to the ground. Looking at the blood oozing from the woman's calves, her mother-in-law was dumbfounded. Oh no, that was her unborn grandson! She rushed up to Monica with two slaps in her anger, scolding, "you vicious jealous woman. As for the baby things, you have let me down for so many years. Now you can't even allow others to fulfill my wish?" Monica felt a buzz in her head, and her face was suddenly swollen up. She felt dizzy and fell back, hitting the corner angle of the cabinet which was exceedingly painful. When she struggled to hold the cabinet so that she would not fall down. The door was pushed open and a man’s cold voice sounded. "What's going on?" Monica’s mother-in-law cried, "Quarmy! You came back just in time. Hurry up and take Madrigal to the hospital. This evil woman is hurting my precious grandson! Hurry up!" Quarmy Huo's eyes glanced over indifferently. When he saw the blood under Madrigal Jane's body, his face darkened suddenly. He rushed over and picked up Madrigal on the ground and rushed out like a gust of wind. Monica felt desperate. Her husband didn't even look at her from the moment he entered the door. She felt a sharp pain on her back, she knew that it was bleeding. ... Monica did not know when it was raining outside the window, the sound of rustling rain woke her out of the dream. The bedroom was dark and she reached out to the side of the bed subconsciously. No one was there. Then she laughed at herself slightly. The smile drew on the nerves on her face and both sides of her face were burning with pain. The pain made her completely awake. A beam of light illuminated the bedroom window and the sound of the car came. Her husband Quarmy finally came back! Monica jumped out of bed with bare feet and walked to the window. She opened the curtain and saw a few cars driving into the villa in the misty rain. A bad feeling occurred but she could not make sure yet. A man opened the car door respectfully with an opening umbrella. Monica saw the familiar figure coming out of Maybach. Quarmy paused in the yard, he seemly sensed Monica was standing behind the window, he looked up at the window of Monica's bedroom. Even standing from a long distance, Monica could feel his icy eyes. She cracked a smile and slowly walked out of the bedroom in her pajamas, with untied hair and bare feet. The lights in the villa instantly lit up, her slovenly figure with bruises on the face reflected clearly on the glistening floor. Monica knew how terrible she looked now. She moved downstairs. Quarmy Huo and a man had already sat down on the sofa in the living room. A weird smile emerged from the corner of Monica's mouth and she strode towards them. Seeing Monica walking over with bare feet, Quarmy Huo finally had a slight fluctuation on his expressionless face. He held the sofa tighter. Seeing Monica sitting opposite Quarmy Huo, the man beside him took out a document and pushed it over. "Madam, this is the divorce paper that Mr. Huo asked me to dra
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"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
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"Here Comes a Cute Baby—To Kidnap a Daddy as a Gift for My Mommy" No one ever knew what it was like for her to be exiled abroad. She was so broke that she couldn't afford to eat or find a place to sleep. She had suffered all kinds of hardships and tortures. Even though she almost died on the street, still no one called to ask her if she was living well in a foreign country or not. Finally, five years later, she returned, with a cute chubby boy beside her… And about him, who used to be the merciless and resolute emperor of the business empire, cold and indifferent towards females, but after that, his life changed… Chapter 1 - “I can’t bear the thought of you being happy.” It was ten o'clock at night, the moon was charming. Top floor of Baisheng Gate Hotel, room 101. Xia Xingcheng opened her eyes. She couldn’t see clearly but only felt her vision was blurry. Her state of mind was such a mess. She had no clue at all. She just vaguely remembered that she was catching up with her fiancé who just came back from abroad. Being so happy, she got drunk. Then she was brought back to her hotel room by her stepsister. She never thought that she would wake up to see this. “Who are you?” But she received no answer. “Let go of me…” Gradually losing consciousness, finally she fell in lethargic sleep. The night was getting darker. Around 3 a.m., the cell phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated violently. The man woke up from his sleep with a frown, he glanced over the mess in front of him, and looked at Xia Xingcheng. His face became gloomy suddenly. He picked up his cell phone and clenched it hard. There was violence in his eyes with almost no disguise. Someone actually did this despicable thing, dosing him with drugs. It looked like someone was courting death. … When Xia Xingcheng woke up again, it was the next morning. The moment she opened her eyes she felt this excruciating headache. Her whole body was aching and limp as if she had been beaten. She sat at the head of the bed in a daze. The things that happened last night flashed in front of her eyes like a movie, making her shivering with despair. The man who slept with her last night was not her fiancé, Xu Hao, clearly. She lost her virginity in such a baffling situation. ‘What should I do…? What should I do?’ She hurriedly picked up her clothes from the floor and put them on. She just wanted to go home and take a shower but didn't want to be here for another second. But the moment she opened the door, her fiancé Xu Hao was standing outside the door with an incredulous look. By his side, there were her stepsister and her father. “…Xu Hao?” Xia Xingcheng muttered and didn't know how to explain. Her father slapped her on her face hard. The mess in bed, in the room was so dazzling that it stung eyes. “Look at what you have done. You brought shame on our family. Why should I have a daughter like you?” Xu Hao clenched his right fist tightly and looked at her face with frowning eyebrows: “Xia Xingcheng, I’m really disappointed with you.” “It's not what it looked like; it’s not.” She shook her head desperately, and grabbed Xu Hao's hand subconsciously in fear of him leaving. “I was drunk last night, and I went back to my room to rest.” She suddenly understood and stared at Xia Xingyan, who was beside her, in shock: "You did this, didn't you? You brought me back to the hotel last night. Why would you screw me like this! " Xia Xingyan heard those words, but she presented herself like she had been wronged, "Sister, I don't understand what you are talking about. I haven't done such thing at all." "You haven't?" Xia Xingcheng chuckled with anger, "Then how come I stayed in someone else's room, how come that man..." “Enough!” Xu Hao broke off her words with a violent shout, as if he didn't want to listen to her any more. "You did this and you want to blame someone else." Xu Hao looked at her indifferently as if he was just looking at an object. Xia Xingcheng held her own arms in panic, tears were rolling out of her eyes and dribbling down to the carpet.
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"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
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"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
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"You may want to know that your husband is with me now, at hotel. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.”   Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion.   The door opened.   Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?"   Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?”   Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.”   Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears.   Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart.   Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart.   "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily.   Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.”   "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly.   "Get lost." The tone was apparent.   Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag.   Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?”   “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side.   “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour.   Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.”   The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white.   Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.”   Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.”   She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined.   Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.”   “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator.   She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore.   Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less.   The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall.   “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists.   “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap
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I’ve got a confession to make: I’m embarrassed by my industry. When I started trading Forex 5 years ago, I just wanted to live life on my terms. I wanted to wake up when I wanted, sleep when I wanted, and never be stressed about money. My version of “financial freedom” was simple. I didn’t care about flashing cash or fancy cars. I just wanted to enjoy life. But then a bunch of “Forex bros” jumped into the industry, made a little money, and turned the whole thing into a contest. Renting supercars to pretend they’re super rich. Posing with bikini models to show how cool they were. It was embarrassing. I would actually lie when people asked me what I did for a living. It felt like they’d judge me if I said I was a Forex trader. The whole situation wasn’t just embarrassing...it made me angry. Because most of these guys made a few grand and then started releasing courses. They just got lucky...they were gambling, had a hot hand, and then decided they were “Forex experts”. Meanwhile, I made thousands in profits over the past 5 years. And I kept my mouth shut. Like I said, I wasn’t looking for complications. I just wanted to enjoy my life and trade Forex. I didn’t want to be some big guru. I like things simple. I helped a few people one-on-one, and they all went on to make serious money. 6 or even 7 figures. That was enough for me. But these guys have gone too far. And what they’re doing is dangerous...they’re hurting people while they’re the most vulnerable, preying on their hopes and dreams by flashing cash and pretending they know what they’re doing. Frankly, it’s despicable. And it’s time I do something about it. So, I put together a free training to teach you some Forex basics. You can watch it here for free: https://go.theforexhub.com/webinar Fair warning though...it’s probably completely different from what most of these “Forex bros” are teaching. Because I’m showing you real principles...actual strategies that helped me thousands in profits over 5 years. I’m not going to teach you how to gamble like those other guys. So if you want to learn Forex the right way, click here for the free training: https://go.theforexhub.com/webinar At the end, you’ll have a chance to work directly with me and learn more of my approach to Forex. But that’s entirely optional. The training is completely free, and it’ll allow you to get started with Forex right away. So if you’d like, just click here to watch this training completely free: https://go.theforexhub.com/webinar
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I’ve got a confession to make: I’m embarrassed by my industry. When I started trading Forex 5 years ago, I just wanted to live life on my terms. I wanted to wake up when I wanted, sleep when I wanted, and never be stressed about money. My version of “financial freedom” was simple. I didn’t care about flashing cash or fancy cars. I just wanted to enjoy life. But then a bunch of “Forex bros” jumped into the industry, made a little money, and turned the whole thing into a contest. Renting supercars to pretend they’re super rich. Posing with bikini models to show how cool they were. It was embarrassing. I would actually lie when people asked me what I did for a living. It felt like they’d judge me if I said I was a Forex trader. The whole situation wasn’t just embarrassing...it made me angry. Because most of these guys made a few grand and then started releasing courses. They just got lucky...they were gambling, had a hot hand, and then decided they were “Forex experts”. Meanwhile, I made thousands in profits over the past 5 years. And I kept my mouth shut. Like I said, I wasn’t looking for complications. I just wanted to enjoy my life and trade Forex. I didn’t want to be some big guru. I like things simple. I helped a few people one-on-one, and they all went on to make serious money. 6 or even 7 figures. That was enough for me. But these guys have gone too far. And what they’re doing is dangerous...they’re hurting people while they’re the most vulnerable, preying on their hopes and dreams by flashing cash and pretending they know what they’re doing. Frankly, it’s despicable. And it’s time I do something about it. So, I put together a free training to teach you some Forex basics. You can watch it here for free: https://go.theforexhub.com/webinar Fair warning though...it’s probably completely different from what most of these “Forex bros” are teaching. Because I’m showing you real principles...actual strategies that helped me thousands in profits over 5 years. I’m not going to teach you how to gamble like those other guys. So if you want to learn Forex the right way, click here for the free training: https://go.theforexhub.com/webinar At the end, you’ll have a chance to work directly with me and learn more of my approach to Forex. But that’s entirely optional. The training is completely free, and it’ll allow you to get started with Forex right away. So if you’d like, just click here to watch this training completely free: https://go.theforexhub.com/webinar
NovelCat
"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
NovelCat
"You may want to know that your husband is with me now, at hotel. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.”   Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion.   The door opened.   Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?"   Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?”   Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.”   Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears.   Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart.   Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart.   "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily.   Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.”   "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly.   "Get lost." The tone was apparent.   Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag.   Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?”   “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side.   “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour.   Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.”   The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white.   Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.”   Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.”   She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined.   Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.”   “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator.   She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore.   Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less.   The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall.   “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists.   “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap
NovelCat
"You may want to know that your husband is with me now, at a hotel. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again. Why don't you come in? It's hot outside, aren't you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I'm afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them was diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face was turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Have you guys used a condom? Or, I would suggest you visit a doctor, just in case, you know.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backward, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don’t mistake me for
NovelCat
"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
NovelCat
"You may want to know that your husband is with me now, at hotel. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.”   Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion.   The door opened.   Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?"   Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?”   Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.”   Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears.   Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart.   Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart.   "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily.   Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.”   "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly.   "Get lost." The tone was apparent.   Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag.   Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?”   “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side.   “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour.   Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.”   The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white.   Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.”   Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.”   She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined.   Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.”   “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator.   She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore.   Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less.   The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall.   “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists.   “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap
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"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
NovelCat
"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
NovelCat
"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
NovelCat
"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
NovelCat
"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
NovelCat
"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
NovelCat
"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
NovelCat
"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
NovelCat
"You may want to know that your husband is with me now, at hotel. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured
NovelCat
"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
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"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don
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"Your husband and I are in Shangri-La room No. 1108, doing what adults like to do. Why won’t you divorce him, Stella? Do you have no shame? Neither his body nor heart belongs to you.” Standing outside the door of room No. 1108, Stella Grace looked on indifferently at the text message flashing on her mobile phone. Long eyelashes shielded the darkness in her eyes, and she kept her face clear of emotion. The door opened. Frederick Addington walked out, his sultry assistant hanging provocatively in his arms. Pausing, he smiled roguishly, “Here to catch me cheating again Why don"t you come in? It"s hot outside, aren"t you tired of standing?" Unconcerned, Stella said, “I"m afraid of disturbing you and affecting your performance. Are you fully recovered now then?” Frederick’s eyes flashed with anger at the insolent tone. "That’s certainly very rich coming from you, especially when you are the unchaste one in the first place.” Stella started to laugh, laughter which soon turned to tears. Three years ago, she had been kidnapped by Frederick’s ex-girlfriend. Making her escape, she had been raped by a mysterious man. Not far off, a car in the distance started to rock on the spot. It was Frederick, and the woman who had kidnapped her. The pain she felt from her lower body paled in comparison to the rending pain tearing through her heart. Even now, Stella had no idea how she went through that day. Just the sheer thought of it continues to send shockwaves of pain through the most tender part of her heart. "If I make you uncomfortable, I apologize. I"m used to this tone,” Stella lifted her chin lazily. Frederick’s eyes were cold as ice. “What are you doing here, exactly? Don’t tell me you came just to make me angry.” "I"m afraid you’re right. Your instincts have always been accurate." Stella smiled calmly. "Get lost." The tone was apparent. Undeterred, Stella handed over a document from her bag. Instead of taking it, Frederick eyed it warily. “What’s this?” “It’s her.” Stella gestured towards the voluptuous woman standing at the side. “What about me?” The woman laid her hand possessively on Frederick. She had heard through the grapevine that Stella was not on good terms with her husband. From the looks of today, it seems that this was the truth: Frederick hated his wife with a passion. The cards were in her favour. Stella Grace waved the documents in her hand. "Your reputation precedes you in Los Santos. I’m sure you slept with – what - 80% of the rich and wealthy in the city? Unfortunately for you, one of them has been diagnosed with AIDS just last month.” The assistant’s face turning a pale shade of white. Turning her gaze towards Frederick, Stella asked, “Did you guys use a condom? Otherwise, I have a few doctors I’m familiar with, and I’m happy to introduce them to you.” Snatching over the document, Frederick glared at Stella, only to throw the same document onto her face. “You always had a talent for making people unhappy.” She stood upright. The slap of the paper on her face hurt more than she imagined. Mockingly, Stella said, “I’m counting on you to spend the rest of your life miserably.” “Then I must do the same to you, or how can I be happy? I’m not heading home today, so don’t wait up.” Frederick responded with a dark anger. Turning sharply, he made his way to the elevator. She stood there, expressionless. She understood the subtext of what he was saying: Tonight, Frederick would spend his time in the arms of another woman, taking on a different scent. He had never touched her ever since she had lost her virginity. In his eyes, she was worse than a whore. Her eyes misted up. Just because she was silent, just because she kept her tears to herself, it did not mean the hurt was any less. The assistant slapped her. Shocked, Stella staggered backwards, leaning on the wall. “You’re despicable. Did you think he would return to you just because you ruined me?” The assistant clenched her fists. “I was never after the heart of that vile man.” Mustering her strength, she delivered a ringing slap to the assistant’s manicured face. “Don