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Appel à la manifestation le 17 octobre : "Les gens souffrent et s'il n'y a pas de puissance référendaire, ils ne pourront pas s'exprimer, ils ne pourront pas se faire entendre", @AlexandreJardin dans…

For three years, Kay had believed she was building an empire with the man she loved. She had given everything to Blackwood Group. Her time. Her talent. Her youth. Even her future. And she had done it for Alec. He was her Alpha. The man she believed was her mate. Every late night and every impossible deadline had felt worth it because she thought they were building a life together. Then, on their work anniversary, everything changed. Kay stood outside Alec's office with a folder in her hands. She had planned to surprise him with the final version of their biggest project yet. Then she heard his voice. "Kay is just a wolfless Omega, useful for paperwork." She froze. Alec's Beta gave a quiet response, but Kay barely heard it. "The bonding ceremony is just a show for the elders," Alec continued. "The real Luna is Breanne. She's the one who carries the bloodline that matters." Kay's fingers tightened around the folder. Then came the words that hurt even more. "I'm transferring all of Kay's core project files to Breanne tomorrow. Let her take the credit." For several seconds, Kay couldn't breathe. Three years of sleepless nights suddenly felt like a cruel joke. She remembered the reports she had rewritten at two in the morning. The contracts she had rescued from disaster. The strategies she had created while Alec took the praise in every meeting. She had even turned down a Wharton scholarship because Alec had told her they were building something together. She had believed him. That night, Alec sent her a message. Wear the blue dress to the gala. It makes you look obedient. Kay stared at the screen for a long time. Once, those words might have made her wonder how to please him. Now they only made something inside her go cold. He didn't love her. He didn't respect her. He had never even seen her as an equal. To Alec, she was a convenient placeholder. Someone who could build his empire while another woman stood beside him and claimed the glory. Kay sat alone in her apartment that night. She expected tears. None came. The pain was there, sharp and unbearable, but beneath it was something stronger. Clarity. She opened her laptop and looked through the files that had built Blackwood Group's success. Every strategy had her fingerprints on it. Every system. Every expansion plan. Every brilliant solution Alec had presented as his own. Kay knew exactly what she had created. And she knew exactly what he was about to lose. Before dawn, she removed her work from the company's servers and secured her original materials. Then she placed a wax-sealed resignation on Alec's desk. No explanation. No plea. No goodbye. By breakfast, Kay had accepted an offer from Blackwood Group's most ruthless rival. The salary was better. The position was higher. But that wasn't why she accepted. She accepted because, for the first time in three years, someone had looked at her work and recognized who had actually built it. Alec didn't understand what had happened until the gala. He arrived expecting Kay to appear in her obedient blue dress. She never came. Instead, his greatest rival walked into the room with Kay beside him. Confident. Calm. Untouchable. Alec's expression changed when he realized who she was standing with. Kay simply looked at him. She didn't need revenge. She didn't need to expose him. Her absence had already exposed everything. Three years ago, Kay had sacrificed her future for Alec. Now, she was finally choosing herself. And the woman he had called disposable had just become the one person his empire could not replace.

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Luz Marina Molina Mejia

Cette triste histoire de Ramazani, chantre à Kishishe, vous laissera sans voix. Maintenant que tu connais son histoire, signe la pétition pour la reconnaissance des génocides commis en RDC…

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Posted06/17/2026, 02:53 AM

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