Xing Jiayi
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My Fated Mate Is the Scarred Beggar King
Werewolf At the sacred Moon Ball, I waited for the Moonstone Chalice to choose me as the Luna of Arthur, the Royal Alpha and my childhood love.
But the man on the throne, who looked exactly like Arthur, used dark magic to make the silver light choose a low-level Omega named Diana instead.
He then stepped down, looking at me with greedy eyes.
"You will be my Chosen Mate. You will have my bed, even if you do not have the title."
He wanted me as a cheap mistress just to control my family's powerful army.
When I refused, he crushed the silver amulet Arthur had given me and threatened to strip my rank.
Diana hid behind him, pretending to cry and apologize while stealing my rightful place.
But I felt absolutely no soul connection to this man.
His scent was a disgusting mix of damp earth and rot. This was not the boy who once took a silver dagger to the chest to save my life.
Disgusted by the imposter, I left the castle and wandered into the market, where I saw royal guards brutally kicking a crippled, severely burned beggar.
I ordered them to stop and knelt in the dirt to help the dying man.
But the moment my fingers brushed his ruined neck, a violent shock of pure electricity shot down my spine.
The Recognition was complete.
This broken beggar with a peeled-off face was my true Alpha, Arthur.
I held my fated mate tightly, swearing to make the imposter bleed for every scar on his body. Shattered Vows: The Genius Doctor's Revenge
Billionaires As the fetal monitor screamed in the delivery room, Danae begged the nurses to call her billionaire husband to save their dying baby.
Instead of Adrian, his chief lawyer arrived with a chilling directive: all emergency interventions were explicitly denied.
While security guards pinned her arms to the mattress, Danae was forced to listen to her baby's heartbeat flatline. The lawyer simply dropped divorce papers on her bed and walked out. A sympathetic doctor helped Danae fake her own death to escape the family. Stripped of her assets and kicked out into the freezing rain, she tried to drown herself with her child's ashes, only to be saved by a mysterious benefactor.
Three years later, Danae returned as a top medical researcher. But at a high-profile symposium, she crossed paths with Adrian and his new fiancée—a cheap lookalike of Danae. The woman maliciously staged a bloody miscarriage using a restricted chemical, perfectly framing Danae's lab for the crime.
Adrian pinned Danae against the wall, his eyes black with rage, vowing to make her beg for death. Three years ago, he let their real child die without even answering the phone. Now, he was ready to destroy her over a fake pregnancy.
Just as Adrian's private guards dragged her away to be locked up, the hospital doors were violently kicked open. A rival billionaire stepped in with a team of ruthless lawyers, shielding Danae behind his back and declaring war. The Mute Heiress: My Ruthless Husband's Prize
Modern I woke up in a hospital bed with the sting of antiseptic in my nose and my body feeling like lead. My world had been turned upside down by a crash, but the nightmare was only beginning.
Instead of a doctor, I found my Aunt Ursula and a man named Julian standing over me. They weren't there to comfort me; they were calculating my worth.
"Poor thing," Ursula cooed, pinning my wrist to the mattress.
Julian claimed he was my fiancé, even though I’d spent a year dodging his calls. I tried to scream, but my throat felt like it was filled with broken glass. They were using my silence to paint me as incompetent so they could seize my family’s trust fund. Just as Julian tried to force a ring on my finger, the door slammed open. Hilliard Blackburn, the city’s most ruthless billionaire, walked in and tossed a marriage certificate on the floor.
"I am her legal husband," he said. "Now, get out."
I was a piece of collateral, traded by my dying grandfather to pay off a debt. To Hilliard, I was just an asset in his portfolio. He didn't know that I was secretly "The Analyst," a hacker who moved millions on the dark web. He didn't know about the missing algorithm that could crash the market, or that my mentor had vanished in a lab fire.
The world saw a broken, mute heiress, but I was hiding a secret that could destroy us all. I was pregnant, and my stolen code was already being auctioned to the highest bidder. With Hilliard moving into my house to monitor me, I had to find the truth before my "husband" realized I was his greatest threat. Ninety Days To Break Your Heart
Modern I thought I was living the dream as the wife of a billionaire, until my husband came home at 2 A.M. reeking of expensive Scotch and "Midnight Rose"—the signature perfume of his ex-lover, Lucinda. While I spent my nights alone in the nursery with our sick twins, William was out in the city, making it clear to everyone that our marriage was nothing more than a cold, calculated business merger.
When I finally confronted him with the evidence of his infidelity, he didn’t offer an apology. He simply looked at me with disgust and told me I was a "liability" who should stay home and play the part of the perfect mother while he lived his real life with someone else.
The humiliation reached its peak at the hospital when his grandfather suffered a massive heart attack. William showed up with Lucinda on his arm, comforting her in front of the entire Sterling clan while his mother publicly mocked me for being a useless gold-digger. Even after William tried to force himself on me in a drunken rage the night before, he had the audacity to treat his mistress like the grieving wife while I was pushed into the shadows.
I felt something inside me finally snap. The man I loved had turned into a monster who saw me as an acquisition rather than a human being. I was ready to sign the divorce papers and disappear with nothing but my pride, just to escape the suffocating weight of his indifference.
But then, the dying patriarch called me to his bedside and handed me a sword: five percent of the company’s voting shares and a three-month ultimatum. I’m not running away anymore. I’ve decided to stay for ninety days, but not to save a dead marriage. I’m staying to become the one thing William Sterling never saw coming—his most dangerous nightmare. My Heart Turned To Stone For Him
Modern I was New York's "wild child" artist, sold by my father into a marriage with the powerful Camden Winters. It was a cold transaction-my freedom for a life-saving drug from my family's company.
But the drug wasn't for him. It was for Brianne, his fragile childhood sweetheart, the "unforgettable love" he swore to me on our wedding day didn't exist.
When we both ended up critically injured in the hospital, the doctors asked my husband who to save first. He didn't hesitate.
"Save Brianne."
He chose to let his own wife die. After all the lies and betrayals, I finally understood I was just a tool. My heart turned to stone.
So I divorced him and vanished. But he hunted me down, destroyed the new life I had built, and dragged me back, discovering I was pregnant with his child.
He thought he had me trapped forever. He was wrong. I made him a promise, and then I broke it, leaving him with nothing but the ashes of his obsession. From Surgeon's Hands to Avenging Fire
Modern The world knew me as Dr. Brenna Mann, the neurosurgeon with hands insured for millions. My husband, Davis, was a powerful lawyer, and our life was perfect-until he shattered it.
He protected his secret lover, Kiley, after she killed my mother in a hit-and-run. Then, to silence me, he had his family' s dogs maul my hand, ending my career forever.
He didn't stop there. He fabricated a video that drove my innocent sister to suicide, then held her fate over my head to force me to save his lover's mother.
He took everything-my mother, my hand, my career, and my sister. The man I had vowed to love was a monster wearing my husband's skin.
He thought he had broken me, leaving me kneeling in public humiliation. He was wrong. He had only created a monster of his own, one with a brilliant mind and a billionaire's backing, ready to burn his world to the ground. The Jilted Bride's Ruthless Comeback
Romance I flew to Las Vegas to surprise my boyfriend of seven years with a proposal, only to overhear him celebrating his new marriage to his intern, Cortney. He had won a poker game and gotten a free marriage certificate as a prize.
"What about Amelia?" his friend asked.
"Amelia's fine," he scoffed. "She's so devoted, she'd wait another seven years for me if I asked."
His words shattered me. I resigned from the company we built together, AG Designs, and left. But Cortney wasn't done. She framed me for leaking company secrets, a lie Gabe instantly believed.
He dragged me back to our home, his eyes filled with a rage I'd never seen. "You scheming bitch!" he roared, his hand closing around my throat. "You want to destroy everything I built?!"
He beat me with a steel-tipped whip until I was barely conscious, leaving me bleeding and broken. He thought he had crushed me, that I would crawl back.
But as I lay there, the pain forged my broken heart into something cold and hard. I escaped, not to run, but to prepare.
Now, with the help of a powerful ally, I'm back. And I will make Gabe Carrillo pay for every scar, every tear, and every betrayal. He took my love and my life's work; I'm coming back to take his entire empire. Best Friend Zone: A Brutal Awakening
Romance "Ava, I only see you as a friend." Ethan's quiet words in the noisy bar landed like a ton of bricks, shattering my decade-long crush into a million pieces.
I had just poured out years of hidden feelings, only to be met with those five simple words. It was a clear, brutal end to a love story I had directed, starred in, and watched all by myself.
He finally looked at me, his expression full of a pity I didn' t want. "You' re my best friend, Ava. I don' t want to lose that." That phrase, 'best friend' , felt like a curse, a box he put me in, safe from my affections. For years, I had held onto fleeting moments, replaying them like favorite movie scenes, only to realize they were just casual gestures from a friend. My entire devotion had unknowingly sabotaged any other chance at a relationship.
I was his sun, but he saw me as just another planet in a predictable orbit. The realization was liberating and devastating all at once.
Driven by a desperate need to numb the ache, I found myself in a dark bar, downing tequila shots. It was there, amidst the haze, that Liam Walker, my deceased best friend Lily' s younger brother, found me. He saw through my pain, calling Ethan an idiot for not seeing my brilliance, a compliment that pierced through my drunken despair. He saw me not just as a friend, but as someone brilliant.
His fierce kindness was too much, leading to a messy, desperate kiss that I instantly regretted upon waking. The guilt, tied to Lily' s memory, was a heavy weight. I believed I had crossed an irreversible line with the boy I'd practically watched grow up.
My panic reached a peak when Ethan called, only for Liam to answer and coldly declare, "She was a little busy crying her eyes out after you broke her heart. You' re a bit late with the concern." He hung up, leaving me with a terrifying but thrilling jolt of electricity. Before I could process it, I sent Liam away, convinced I was just like Ethan, careless with others' hearts. But watching Ethan with his new girlfriend, Sarah, and realizing he had let my unrequited love fester out of fear, shattered my remaining illusions.
Why did he never love me, even for a second? Why did he let me waste all those years?
The bitter truth solidified: he was a coward, too afraid of real loss to embrace something real. And in that moment, I resolved to reclaim my life, to shed the heavy coat of unrequited love, and for the first time, choose myself. The CEO's Twisted Deception
Modern The new car gleamed in the executive parking spot, a silver dagger twisting in my gut.
It was a gift from Chloe, my fiancée and CEO, to Liam, her new executive assistant.
My project budget, for the core technology I built, was slashed again, a cold financial slap in the face.
Then, in front of the entire company, Chloe announced my salary cut, while Liam smirked beside her, wearing a new designer watch that matched his car.
The humiliation was a physical blow, public and intentional.
I looked at Chloe, searching for the woman I loved, the partner I trusted, but found only a stranger.
I resigned on the spot, the words a liberating exhale after ten years of pouring my life into Apex Innovations.
The next day, Chloe kissed Liam right in front of me, but the part of me that would have shattered was already gone.
I flinched from her touch when she tried to placate me, a physical rejection that finally broke her composure.
She fumed, threatening to abandon me, but I felt nothing.
Then, Liam, her new executive, chillingly outlined his plan to dismantle my life' s work for profit, and she agreed.
My lawyer informed me about the power of attorney, a relic of our past trust, that I might use to sell our joint home.
I heard him conspire to cannibalize my project, and witnessed her trust him blindly.
Later, she signed the house away, giving me full control of our assets, all because of Liam's fabricated emergency.
It was clear then: my loyalty hadn't been seen as strength, but as a weakness to exploit.
After she tried to blacklist me from the entire industry, I stood across from Chloe and Liam, who offered me a menial job in the company I co-founded, as an act of charity.
I realized this wasn't just a breakup; it was a war, and I was finally ready to fight back. The Code of Betrayal
Romance My peaceful night shattered when an alert flashed: my critical project's source code, leaked to a competitor, authorized with my credentials.
Before I could process the impossibility, my doorbell rang, revealing my boyfriend Matthew and best friend Molly, Molly' s face streaked with tears.
"Jennifer, how could you do this?" Matthew's voice, cold and accusatory, cut me deeper than any system alert as he scanned my apartment for "evidence."
He accused me of corporate espionage, and Molly sobbed about my "betrayal," a perfect picture of heartbroken friends.
Baffled and breathless, I could only state, "I didn't do it. Someone is setting me up."
But Matthew scoffed, dismissing my desperate plea, fully aware of my credentials' security.
The next day, he broke up with me in his office, cold and clinical, amidst the company crisis.
Later, I watched from my window as he kissed Molly passionately in the parking lot, her earlier tears replaced by laughter.
The crushing realization hit me: this was no accident; this was a coordinated attack, a complete betrayal by the two people I trusted most.
My grief lasted mere seconds before hardening into a cold, sharp fury.
They thought they' d broken me, but they were wrong.
I opened a new, encrypted file: "Investigation." The Billionaire's Secret Daughter
Romance I saw him on the magazine cover, Ethan Reed with Chloe Davis, the "perfect couple."
Seven years I' d told myself running was for the best, for his success.
But seeing the tech billionaire celebrated still felt like a punch.
Our past began with debt: my family' s help for his sick brother, twisted into forcing him to "choose" me over childhood friend Chloe.
Then the nightmare: my possessive love destroying his life, with a miserable child at its core.
Two pink lines confirmed I was pregnant with that child, forcing a terrifying decision.
The decision was brutal: I told him our relationship was a "game," then vanished.
Alone in London, I raised our daughter Lily, convinced I' d saved him.
Five years later, Lily' s severe nut allergy, identical to Ethan' s, innocently revealed all.
His raw whisper, "She's mine, Sarah. Lily is my daughter," shattered my facade.
Then, an anonymous text with my secret dream's details: Does he know why you ran away?
My blood ran cold. How could anyone know? Was my sacrifice a sinister lie?
The truth unveiled: Chloe wasn't just a rival.
She was a puppet master, feeding us both orchestrated nightmares.
She built a manipulative prison of fear.
Now, as her schemes explode in public, the true battle for our fragmented family begins. The Billionaire Heiress's Final Stand
Fantasy The rotors thrashed the air, a desperate sound in the collapsing city.
"Evie, damn it, wake up!" Ethan' s voice, tight with fury, cut through the fog in my head, his hands rough on my shoulders, shaking me towards the last transport helicopter.
He was urging me to wait for Krystal, his mistress, who was probably just fixing her makeup for her "survivor" selfie.
Then, a cold wave washed over me.
Not fog, but brutal clarity.
I had lived this exact moment before.
And died because of it.
In that past life, Ethan had deliberately left me behind.
He' d injected me, then convinced the extraction team I was delirious, a hysterical liability, a security risk.
They believed him, my "loving, concerned husband."
I was deserted in that war-torn hell, the infection taking hold in some bombed-out building, until there was nothing.
Later, a strange, detached knowing confirmed the worst: Ethan had returned to the States a hero, spinning a tale of my "noble sacrifice" pushing Krystal onto the plane instead of myself.
My already frail parents shattered, grief their final illness, gone within months.
Ethan inherited everything-the Reed fortune, the foundation, the philanthropic empire-marrying Krystal a year later in a lavish affair splashed across society pages.
The memory, sharp and brutal, burned away every last vestige of my past life's naivety.
How could I have been so utterly duped?
The raw injustice, the horrifying betrayal, the agonizing pain of my parents' fates-it all converged into a single, chilling resolve.
I was back, inexplicably given a second chance.
This time, there would be no sacrifice.
Only justice.
I pulled away from Ethan' s desperate grasp, my voice surprisingly steady and cold.
"No, Ethan."
I turned, walking straight towards the loading ramp.
"I'm getting on that helicopter. Now." The Fiancée Who Forgot Me
Romance The world tilted, and then went black for a second.
I came to with Jess screaming my name after a cyclist hit me, and I pulled her to safety.
At the hospital, with a mild concussion, I had a stupid idea: I' d pretend I had amnesia and ask Jess, "Who are you?"
Her eyes widened, but then a strange, unreadable expression flickered across her face.
With a voice suddenly too sweet, she leaned in and said, "Oh, Ethan, you don' t remember me? I' m Jessica, and Chloe is actually your fiancée. We were just out as friends."
My mind went blank, not from the concussion, but from genuine shock.
Chloe? Her best friend Chloe?
Jess was selling it hard, claiming I'd been "confused" even before the accident and that Chloe was my true love.
This wasn' t funny anymore; a cold feeling started in my stomach.
She insisted Chloe take me home, citing that familiarity would aid my "recovery."
As I lay in Chloe' s unfamiliar bed, the scent of vanilla filling the air, I realized Jess wasn't just playing along; she was hijacking my prank for her own twisted agenda.
Then, I overheard her on the phone: she called me "boring" and "clingy," bragging about using Chloe as a "break" so she could see her old flame, Mark.
The raw ache in my chest had nothing to do with the concussion; it was the sting of deliberate, cruel dismissal.
My fiancée was throwing me away, deliberately and publicly, to pursue someone else.
Why was Chloe, this quiet, uncomfortable stranger, going along with Jess' s insane scheme?
My anger hardened, but so did a new resolve: if Jess wanted a break, she' d get one, but it would be entirely on my terms.
I would expose her lies, one "amnesiac" step at a time. My Second Chance: The Heiress Who Chose Freedom
Modern The judge’s dull voice droned through the quiet courtroom, a familiar echo from a life I’d already painfully lived.
My parents, Brenda and Rob, sat on opposite sides, their strained silence a prelude to the crucial decision before us.
This was it, the pivotal moment my life would splinter once more.
My younger brother, Kevin, piped up without hesitation, "I choose Mom!"
A sickeningly smug grin spread across his face as he briefly met my eyes, a look that sent a chill down my spine.
It was the exact same pronouncement, the same twist of fate, that had occurred in my previous, tragic existence.
That first time, my own choice to cling to Mom had spiral-downed into years of agonizing hunger, her volatile, bitter moods, and eventually, my gruesome death at Kevin’s hand.
His petty jealousy hadn't just festered; it had exploded after Mom’s ill-fated marriage to a rich man.
He still carried this delusion of grandeur, convinced he held the blueprint to quick riches.
He truly believed his warped memory of a future that never materialized for him, dreaming of hitting the jackpot with Mom.
The irony was almost unbearable; he had no clue of the true misery his path would lead him to, nor the cold, cruel betrayal that ended my first life.
The unfairness burned, that he was here, just as oblivious, just as dangerous.
But unlike that former existence, I stood here now, armed with shattering foresight.
When the judge’s gaze finally landed on me, "Sarah, and you?", I made a sharp, deliberate break from the past.
I looked at my weak, easily-manipulated father, and with a quiet, unwavering voice, I sealed my new destiny: "I'll go with my father." You might like
The Alpha's Discarded Luna
Velvet Piston I was three months pregnant when the car hit me.
Lying there, barely hanging on, I called my husband-Alpha Ethan-over and over. No answer. When I finally woke up from the pain, I saw a post from his first love, Ivy. "Thank you, Alpha, for knowing how scared I am of the dark and staying with me all night. He even cleared his whole schedule today to take me to the auction, just to give me the best gift in the world. I'm so happy!"
Right then, it hit me. While I was fighting to protect our child, he was with another she-wolf. I calmly liked her post and put my phone away.
Since he chose his first love, I chose to let go.
Seven days from now, I'd leave his world for good-with our child. Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract
Lila For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises.
Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body.
Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union."
Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family."
Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless.
But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place.
Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms.
When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route.
What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected.
He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years.
And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely. Alpha's Regret: Losing His True Mate
Only_Shila For years, I belonged to him. Not his mate. Not his love.
But his bedmate. His Gamma. His shadow in the night.
Alpha Calhoun made sure no man dared touch me, no wolf dared look at me. I was his possession, his secret, his sin wrapped in skin. And I endured it all-his rough hands, his dark devotion, his kisses that tasted like fire and chains because at least, for a while, he was mine.
Until she returned. His destined mate. His so-called true love.
And suddenly, I was nothing. Cast aside, silenced, left to wither in the shadows of a love that had never been mine to claim.
But the thing about being claimed by a man like Calhoun. is that he never truly lets you go.
"Try to leave me, Elodie," his voice had been a snarl against my throat, his grip bruising my waist. "I'll burn down every border, tear apart every wolf that stands in my way, until you crawl back to me. You're mine, even if the Moon Goddess herself wants to rip you away."
He didn't know then that I already had one foot out the door.
And when I finally left his pack.
I took more than just my broken heart with me. The Heir He Denied
zibya "I reject you," Alpha Damon sneered, looking down at the shivering Omega. "I need a Queen, not a servant."
Aria bowed her head and accepted her fate, but she took a secret with her when she fled into the night: the Alpha's heir growing in her womb.
Five years later, Aria returns to the city, no longer the weak girl who scrubbed floors. She is powerful, wealthy, and stunning. She thought she could hide from her past, but fate has a cruel sense of humor. Her new business partner is none other than Alpha Damon.
When Damon sees her, he realizes the mistake he made. He wants his mate back. But then he sees the little boy with his same grey eyes hiding behind her legs.
"Who is the child, Aria?" Damon growls, his possessiveness flaring.
Aria smiles coldly. "Someone you rejected." That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
Kiss Leilani They don't know I'm a girl.
They all look at me and see a boy. A prince.
Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires.
And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too.
The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance.
How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom?
I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy.
But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince."
How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy?
And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave?
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AUTHOR'S NOTE.
This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+
Expect triggers, expect hardcore.
If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in!
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From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave." Bound to the Alpha Commander
Quye Xiaofang I was supposed to be the perfect daughter.
Smile at the rich men my mother chose.
Quit my job as a trauma nurse when one of them finally decided I was worth marrying.
Pretend love did not matter as long as the groom had money, status, and a family name my mother could show off.
Then a gunman broke into my hospital.
I caught him before he could finish what he came to do, and he took me hostage with a pistol pressed to my head.
When he shoved me over the edge of a stairwell, I thought I was going to die.
But Alonso came after me.
The mysterious military commander with no rank on his uniform and an entire room terrified to breathe around him threw himself down the stairs and wrapped his body around mine, taking the concrete with his own back so I would survive.
He was dangerous.
Dominant.
A Wolf from a world I was never supposed to belong to.
I was Wolfless. Ordinary. Nobody.
So why did he look at me like I was the only thing he had been searching for?
Why did he send white roses to my car?
Why did his voice make my body obey before my mind could fight back?
And why did he offer me the one escape my family could never control?
"Marry me," Alonso said. "I protect what is mine."
It was not a normal marriage.
It was a Fated Mate Binding Agreement, a supernatural contract that would place me under his Pack's protection and tie my fate to the most dangerous Alpha I had ever met.
I should have said no.
Instead, I signed.
The next morning, I walked into my parents' house, looked my mother in the eye, and calmly said the one thing she could never undo.
"I got married yesterday."
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