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Jacob had spent his entire life outsmarting others. But now? He was about to meet the one man who could outplay him at his own game.
After days of running, he finally reached Haran—his mother’s homeland. Dust clung to his clothes, his feet ached, but his heart raced with anticipation. His uncle, Laban, would take him in. He’d be safe.
As he neared a well, he spotted shepherds gathering with their flocks. And then… he saw her.
Rachel.
Jacob’s breath hitched.
She was leading her father’s sheep, moving with confidence. Sunlight caught her dark hair, and her eyes—sharp, full of life—locked onto his.
Jacob swallowed. He had stolen a birthright, a blessing, and outrun a murderous brother, but in that moment, he knew—he was in trouble.
Rachel was the one.
He had to make an impression.
The other shepherds stood around, waiting for enough men to move the massive stone covering the well. Not Jacob. Fueled by adrenaline (and maybe some showing off), he rolled the stone away by himself.
Rachel’s eyes widened. The other shepherds gawked.
Jacob wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned to Rachel… and burst into tears.
Yeah. Tears.
It was overwhelming—finding family, escaping death, meeting her. He told Rachel who he was. She ran home to tell her father.
That’s how Jacob met Laban.
And Laban? He welcomed Jacob. Embraced him. Treated him like a son.
For a while, life was good.
Then came the deal.
Laban noticed Jacob’s interest in Rachel.
“Just because you’re family doesn’t mean you work for free. What do you want?”
Jacob didn’t hesitate.
“I will work seven years for Rachel.”
Laban’s eyes glinted. Seven years? That was a lot of free labor.
“Deal.”
And just like that, Jacob, the master manipulator, had traded years of his life… for love.
Seven years passed in a blink.
Finally, the wedding day arrived. A grand feast, celebration, music. Jacob was ready to claim his bride.
But there was one thing he didn’t know.
Laban was about to teach him a painful lesson.
That night, under the veil of darkness (and maybe a little too much wine), Jacob took his bride into the tent.
Morning came.
The first rays of light slipped through the fabric.
Jacob turned over, smiling. He reached for Rachel—
But it wasn’t her.
It was Leah.
Rachel’s older sister.
Jacob bolted upright, his heart hammering. No. No, no, no. This isn’t happening.
Leah’s face was unreadable. But the truth hit like a dagger.
Jacob—the deceiver—had been deceived.
To be continued…
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To be continued…
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