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Arranged to marry a man she had never met at age twenty, Caroline wasn't keen about it, but ended up reluctantly agreeing to the contract marriage on realizing there was going to be a huge sum of money involved. The marriage ended up being a complete whirlpool of different things for Caroline and her husband, Richard, and they ended up getting a divorce, before parting ways. Five years into the future, a freshly shot patient gets rushed to the hospital in which Caroline works, who surprising turns out to be her ex-husband, Richard. Love really does bloom in unexpected situations and Richard ends up falling for Caroline harder than he ever thought possible, realizing that he could never let her go this time, especially now that he knew she had beared him a son.
Walking throughout the city of Detroit in summer is close to treading the path of righteousness without faith__it's hard that way. What's harder is getting a job as a college student. It's always like a dream that could never come through. The hardest part is that I have been sitting in the lobby of this art gallery for over two hours now, waiting to break the sarcasm of life, oblivious to everything going on, but attentive to my thoughts. The only fascinating thing about this place is the amazing paintings sitting right on the wall of each corner.
A particular painting caught my attention and I could not decipher the meaning the artist was trying to pass. It was of an elephant with its trunk standing out in a quite narrow doorway which it obviously could not fit. "Could you please, drop this over there?" a young lady who has been calling our numbers in, probably in her late twenties or early thirties who seem to be the secretary handed me a face-wipe with a red lipstick stain standing out like that time of the month. I didn't respond at first which caused her to repeat herself. "Of course," I answered with a fake smile, dumping it in the waste bin. Humans are quite disrespectful and I choose to remain an introvert! I thought. "Number 50," the young lady who I later found out was indeed the secretary called out and I looked around me and saw no one. No one but me. "Miss Twain," she called out my name like she was stressed out and the least she needed was me acting dumb. "You seem to me to be the last candidate," she said stylishly in a low but harsh tone. I looked at the number tag hung around my neck and immediately stood up, apologizing intensely. I walked into the office which seem colder than its outside. A young lady was sitting with glasses hung on the bridge of her nose. Her head was bent, seriously working on something which was concerning the job interview. The interior decoration of this place was done by a respectable artist, no doubt. The details were incredible with different art and subtle meanings etched into each. It was a great view of the sight. I took in all the incredible paintings, getting shrewd inspiration from each. "Your file," she suddenly said without raising her head, and to say I wasn't startled will be a lie. "Uhm...yeah," I fumbled for words, bringing out my file from the file jacket and handing it over to her. "Kindly introduce yourself," still not raising her head. I mean, it doesn't hurt to see the interviewer's face. I postured myself well like I was about to take a polaroid shot and began. "I'm Caroline Twain, a 20-year-old college student. I'm in my third year in college but I need a job to continue the funding of my studies. I have been an artist since I was in high school. Growing from presenting a piece for my school's art exhibition to submitting art to a museum. I have been an intern in a fine art gallery for six months now and I have 3 paintings which are yet to receive the appalling literal recognition but..." I was cut short and then, she raised her head. Not the face I was expecting though. I was expecting a quite strict face but was graced with a calm yet serious face that made her brunette look impeccably gorgeous. "Why do you think your three paintings didn't receive the recognition it needed?" "With no doubt, I believe to be an expert in what I do which is meant to be crowned with..." "Miss..." she looked down at my file on the table before she continued. "Miss Caroline Twain. A straightforward answer, please," she said, yet calmly and I was starting to get terrified. The fear that this whole interview could end up like the ones in the past gripped me. "Uhm... I think..." "You think or you're certain? Speak with some certainty, Miss Twain," now, her face was back to my file. "I am certain that most artists hit the verge of a dead rock only to fly back high like a catapult," I don't know how I got that phrase but I guess it caught her mind. "Talk about the originality of your work," she retorted. Now, she's facing her laptop with her well-manicured hand placed on her mouse. "One thing an avid artist like myself proves is the originality of my work. I put in my all with every painting inspiring inner peace. I paint from my imagination which gives my work its sense of originality," "Can I see any of your work, Miss Twain?" she asked and I rushed out to retrieve it. I took off the covering and she stood to check it out more. She traced the painting with her eyes closed. I wasn't sure what she was doing but I didn't interrupt her either. She opened her eyes and smiled at me before walking back to her seat. Everything seem to be going pretty well and yet again, the phrase I dreaded the most was said. She adjusted her glasses well before speaking and I knew instantly what those fine lips were about to spit out. "We'll reach out to you, Miss Twain," she said with a slight smile, handing over my files, and immediately she went back to what she was doing like I was never even in the room. They never do. I thought I did well. I thought the fact that I was a young lady should stand me out but I was denied any form of exhibiting my skills. I looked around the office one last time before picking my painting off the ground and exiting the room. I wasn't even surprised anymore. I wasn't even disappointed but no doubt, I was going to give up schooling or seek a job.
Getting a job would have eased my parent's stress of paying tuition fees. It was starting to seem like they could not afford me anymore. At that moment, I lost all hope and was not open to any form of motivation because I wasn't ready to be inspired by anything. Right now, it's 10:09 am and all I crave is a medium size box of pizza and a cup of cappuccino while I read through my favorite book "love works wonder" The thought of it dropped a bunch of butterflies inside me and a wide smile crawled up my face. I hurried out of the lobby to make my present cravings come true, causing me to smile so hard like I had gotten the job. A few minutes later, I was curling under my duvet with the book I was engrossed with sitting uncomfortably between my thumb and my ring finger, with my index finger and my middle finger holding it well to my face. My eyes scanned through the lines word by word, enjoying every bit of it. I raised my head a bit from my pillow and took a huge bite of the pizza I had ordered a few minutes back, washing it down with a sip of my coffee. This was like a dream come true, I thought and smiled to myself. A description of nature caught my attention in the book and I immediately sat upright as multiple inspirations flow through me. An idea for a painting struck my mind and I got up immediately. I laid out my painting palette and set aside the paint and brushes. I held down the drawing paper pads with masking tape to outline the drawing. I sketched out a daisy attached with a rose. The background illustrated thorns. I stared at the drawing for a while and still couldn't get a hold of what to portray but my thoughts were disrupted by a knock. The knock sounded again. "Who's there?" I asked but no one answered. I walked to the door and opened it but I found an unfamiliar face. "Hi," she said with an extremely beautiful smile. "Hi," I answered with a questioning look. "May I come in?" she asked and I was immediately taken back. The audacity was beyond me but still, I let her in. Her smile was really beautiful. She had this fun demeanor demonstrated in every of her act. Though, she looked a little stylish and girly. She had nerdy glasses attached to her eyes and a pixel-cut hairstyle tinted in pink. She's probably around 5,5 or 5'6, a little taller than I was and a little slimmer. She wore a pink crop top revealing a reasonable amount of her lower belly. She complemented it with cargo pants and pink crocs. She looked like she knew a few right things about fashion. "You have a nice apartment," she complimented after looking around like she had been in my room before now and was looking for a thing she had lost. "Uhmm... Thanks but who are..." I was cut short by her scream. "OMG! You paint? This is a very beautiful piece. What does this illustrate?" she pointed to the paint I had shown at my job interview. "Hold on. Who are you again?" I finally asked. "Oh my... Pardon my courtesy," she said like such a nonchalant attitude could be pardoned. "I'm Clara, Clara Jones. I just moved in. I am your next-door neighbor. I never knew I could get apartments off-campus. I have lived all my life in the dorm," she explained with a scowl and I still could not point out how I should be affected. "I'm Caroline Twain," I replied, trying so hard to play nice to the stranger. "Now that we've gotten past the introductory part. Could you explain to me what this painting means, Carol?" she said and I immediately disliked her. Who enters a person's apartment unannounced and calls them Carol? I scoffed and walked past her, packing my stuff back to its compartment. "Did I say anything wrong, Carol?" she asked. Still never learned her lesson. "You can stop calling my name if at all you need to call me," I said with a little frown and she smiled. "Carol? That's what this is about?" she asked. "Come on! Everyone knows Caroline is Carol. You shouldn't have opted in for a long name if you wouldn't like it shortened, Carol," she said, sitting on my bed and opening the box of pizza. She took out a slice and bit on it before smiling at me. Okay, that's it! "You seem to be in a good mood. You could probably use that mood to unpack," I said, taking the pizza away from her. I am beyond astounded by her act. I have met no one as free-spirited; if I must be nice with my words __as her. "OMG! You're reading "love works wonder"? She asked, closing up the page where I stopped. Oh, God! I snatched the book from her, trying to open through the pages to get back to where I was but I couldn't. Damn! We met a few minutes ago and she's already a pain in the ass. "Get up!" I half screamed. "But why..." I shut her up by pulling her towards the door. "You seem to be in a bad mood today. I'd come back tomorrow to get the meaning to the painting," she said with the most annoying smile I had ever seen anyone labeled on their lips. I shut the door and almost immediately, I heard a knock again and I opened it. "What?" "Do you really think Pauline should make atonement for her revenge? I don't think she should. But I kind of felt happy after Sir Oswald's death, don't you?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Can you not drop a spoiler, for heaven's sake?!" I screamed at her before slamming the door. Heaven knows I haven't in my 20 years of living met anyone as annoying as she was.
"You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up." He husked out as he palmed my burning cheeks. I buried my face in the soft, silky sheets some more, muffling the stuttered whimper that bubbled past my throat. "If you're going to act like a desperate little brat, I'm going to treat you like one. Got It?” ——— When eighteen year old Mia’s identical twin gets betrothed to an underboss, Mia was silently grateful for being the least favorite twin who was never noticed. Her relief was abruptly shortened when her twin disappeared on her wedding day, which resulted in Mia being forced to take her twin’s spot and marry a man way older than her father. Mia thought her life could never get any worse, but was proved wrong on her wedding night, when her newly wedded husband was killed and she was being kidnapped by a Mafia Lord hellbent on getting revenge on her father through her, showing her just how cruel and heartless, power starved and rage-blinded men could be. And yet, Mia found herself falling. Falling ridiculously fast, for the most dangerous mafia lord to ever walk the earth. Lorenzo Domenico, the one who never dies. All Lorenzo wanted was to get revenge, he was supposed to put a bullet through the petite girl’s pretty face and send her body back to her father as a present. But somehow, here he was– willing to go to any lengths to protect, keep her safe, and all to himself.
“Mummy, Is the President our daddy?” Layla asked curiously, head tilted sideways. Her brothers listened in attentively, obviously wanting a response. I forced out a chuckle as I crouched low before her to cup her soft cheeks. “Honey, the president isn’t your daddy. The President is a very wicked person.” “But, we met him today and he was very polite. He even complimented my hair.” Layla continued earnestly and my heart hammered against my chest fearfully. “Cupcakes, whenever you run into the President; stay away from him because he’s very cruel, okay?” ~~~ Zendaya Montclair unwillingly got into a contract marriage with the President and suffered a great deal in the marriage– from having to break up with her high school sweetheart because of the marriage, to depression, to public humiliation– to her ex-boyfriend whom she was still in love with, getting married to her supposed best friend. Zendaya was heartbroken. She got drunk that night and spent it in her husband’s bed, which instantly led to an accidental pregnancy. The President wanted her to get rid of the pregnancy because he never saw her as a mother of his future children and only a wife of convenience. That was the last straw. Zendaya left everything behind and fled, promising herself to come back for revenge on every single person who had wronged her. Including the President, she was going to make him pay!
“I hate you. I’ve always hated you.” He gruffed in annoyance and I snorted while folding my arms. “Best believe the feeling is fucking mutual.” “Care to explain why you’re always giving me the ‘look’ then?” He demanded, a smirk tugging at the sides of his lips. “What stupid look?” “Like you want me to fuck you.” ~~~ It was a hate-at-first-sight thing. Ava would gladly strangle the ridiculously rude stranger who had collided into her and ruined her entire plans for the day, while Mason never wanted to have another encounter with the clumsiest person he had ever come across. Neither of them expected that the next time they’d be seeing each other again, is to be officially introduced to one another as step siblings. Things didn’t get better from there, it got worse. Especially now that they had to live in the same house. Things drastically take a left turn when their parents plans a ‘first family’s vacation’, but were unable to make an appearance as scheduled because of some last minute changes, leaving Ava and Mason by themselves, all alone on an island. For three weeks. Ava passionately hated Mason, until she didn't. Till she couldn’t pretend to not notice how insanely good looking he was… till she couldn’t pretend to be immune to Mason’s intense gaze and lingering touches… Till she couldn’t deny that she wanted Mason to play her curvy body like she was his favorite guitar… Till she couldn’t deny that she had gone ahead and fallen head over heels, for Mason.
“Don’t make me repeat myself twice, part those legs for me, Bunny.” His deep voice which always sends my brain reeling due to how silky it sounds, washed over me slowly as he murmured quietly against my throat. I tried to point out to him that there was no way I’d be able to do as told with his legs still pinning mine down, but the words died down in my throat when he sucked the skin over my beating pulse into his mouth. “Go on. You want to be good for me, don’t you?” “I— I do.” I choked out, letting out a breathy whimper when he wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed on it a little. ——— Forced to marry the ruthless mafia lord, whom everyone was afraid of at the age of eighteen, Sofia had no other choice but to follow her father’s wishes like a dutiful daughter was supposed to. While Luca Ricci only took a wife, because he wasn’t getting any younger at the age of thirty-three. She was the angel to his demons, the light to his darkness, the innocence to his sins… He wanted to protect her, since the moment he locked eyes with hers on their wedding day and saw the amount of fright brewing in it. He wanted to make her good for him, to mark her as his; with his handprints on her ass and his cum dripping off her face. To own her completely, to wrap his hand around her throat and do so many sinful things to her body. But he was the mafia lord, and danger just seems to be lurking around him, wherever he goes, and in whatever he does. He must protect his wife at all costs.
Gina is a young, hard working lady who gets heart broken on realizing that her boyfriend had been cheating on her ever since they started dating. Single and determined to take life as it comes, Gina comes across Henry, a good looking billionaire whom she misunderstood at first glance – which led them to part ways on the wrong foot. Unfortunately for her, where she ended up finding a job, was owned by Henry– and he refused her from getting offered a job immediately. Gina desperately apologized for the previous time they met because she desperately needed the job at that moment. Henry finally throws her a deal, for her to get married to him for a certain period of time, before she could get offered a job. Gina thinks that was the most absurd thing she’s ever heard, but that didn’t stop her from agreeing to get married to him when she saw the amount of money that was involved. Along the line, plans gets ruined, feelings gets hatched unknowingly and both individuals would come to realize just how fast and hard they were falling for one another, unhinged.
Kathlyn Georgia has just gotten fired from her workplace for breaking her supervisor's nose. At this stage, Kathlyn is being pressured by everything. There's nothing worse, than having no boyfriend, no job and your landlord disturbing you every night for rent. She manages to land a job as the new assistant of the most popular billionaire in town—Adam Smith. After spending one late night together, Kathlyn finds out she might just be pregnant for his child and maybe she would have considered a relationship with him, if her boyfriend—Tony Richards wasn't in the picture.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
She was hurt. She was bullied and made fun of. And the only hope that kept her going was finding her mate. She has always been weak. Weak to the world. Why? Because she was a lantern. She didn't have a wolf. That's what everyone thought about her. When she found her mate, he wanted her to be his slut and not a wife. She might be an omega, but it doesn't mean she will take disloyalty and betrayal lightly. So she did something that no one in history ever did. She rejected an Alpha. "I, Alexis Clark, reject Brandon Sterling, the alpha of Black mist pack, and consider myself a free soul until I decide so."; Were her last words before she left that torturous place and became a rogue. A rogue that everyone was fearing and finding. Why? Because she was the rogue that has become one of the biggest problems of almost all the packs in the country. She was Alexis Clark. A rogue that rejected an Alpha, stealth food, kill other rogues, and more than that was living with humans and studying with them. What will happen when her case is given to the world's most dangerous alpha, Sebastian Sinclair, who has taken it upon himself to punish this rogue. The one who hated rogues and omega to a level that was beyond understanding. Why? Because his mate was an omega, who betrayed him with a rogue before dying. How will Alexis tackle this alpha, in whose College she was studying and living under hiding for almost a year? What will Sebastian do when he finds out the new girl he had been talking to is none other than the rogue omega that he had decided to kill? "To love you with all my might was my only wish, but you were the only one who gave me endless suffering. So today, I promise myself to not fall for anyone."; A simple saying that both Alexis and Sebastian had vowed upon. Will they be able to find their love amidst all these problems?
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!