After her late husband's debts leave her poverty-stricken, Sarah Jenkins finds herself with no choice but to agree to her in-laws arranging her marriage to billionaire developer Lachlan Reid. Thrust from her struggling existence into his world of opulence and luxury, Sarah is overwhelmed by the drastic change in her circumstances. As she navigates high society events and lavish vacations, she discovers a side of Lachlan hidden beneath his cold exterior. Against all odds, an unexpected affection blossoms between them. But can Sarah truly trust her growing feelings, or is she merely swept up in the allure of wealth and security? Just as she begins to embrace her new life, a shocking revelation threatens to unravel everything...
I jolted awake to the sound of fists pounding on my front door. My heart raced as I glanced at the clock-6:30 AM. Who could it be at this ungodly hour?
"Sarah Jenkins! Open up! We know you're in there!"
The gruff voice sent a chill down my spine. I recognized it immediately-Jack Thornton, the debt collector who'd been hounding me for weeks. I pulled the covers over my head, wishing I could disappear into the threadbare fabric.
But the knocking persisted, each thud a relentless reminder of the mess my life had become. With a groan, I dragged myself out of bed, my bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror-disheveled brown hair, dark circles under my hazel eyes. I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.
"I'm coming!" I croaked, my voice hoarse from disuse. I threw on a ratty bathrobe and shuffled to the door, steeling myself for the confrontation.
I opened the door a crack, the chain still in place. Jack Thornton's bulldog face glared at me through the gap, his partner looming behind him.
"Mrs. Jenkins," he growled, "you've been avoiding us."
I swallowed hard. "I-I've been busy. Look, I told you, I need more time-"
"Time's up, sweetheart," he sneered. "Your husband left quite a mess behind, and it's time to pay up."
My late husband, David. My chest tightened at the thought of him. He'd been gone for six months, but the pain was still raw. And now, I was drowning in the debt he'd left behind.
"Please," I begged, hating the desperation in my voice. "I'm trying to sell the house. I'll have the money soon, I promise."
Jack's partner, a weaselly man named Frank, piped up. "We've heard that before. Either you pay up now, or we start taking collateral."
My eyes widened in panic. "You can't do that! That's illegal!"
Jack's laugh was cold. "You'd be surprised what we can do, Mrs. Jenkins. Your husband borrowed from some... let's say, unorthodox lenders. They're not known for their patience."
I felt the blood drain from my face. What had David gotten himself into?
"I-I need to make some calls," I stammered. "Can you give me until the end of the day?"
The two men exchanged glances. Finally, Jack nodded. "You've got until 5 PM. Not a minute later. And if you try to run..." His unfinished threat hung in the air.
I nodded quickly and shut the door, sliding down to the floor as soon as the lock clicked into place. My whole body was shaking. How had it come to this?
I allowed myself a moment of weakness, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. But only a moment. I couldn't afford to fall apart now.
Taking a deep breath, I pushed myself up and walked to the kitchen. The house felt cavernous and empty without David. Every corner held a memory, now tainted by the revelation of his secrets.
I put on a pot of coffee, my one remaining luxury. As the rich aroma filled the air, I tried to think. Who could I turn to? My friends had their own financial struggles, and I'd already borrowed more than I could repay. My parents were retired, living on a fixed income. And David's family...
I shuddered at the thought of asking them for help. They'd made it clear at the funeral that they blamed me for David's death. As if I could have prevented his heart attack.
The coffee maker beeped, startling me out of my thoughts. I poured a cup, the warmth seeping into my cold hands. Think, Sarah, think.
I walked to the living room, my eyes landing on the photos on the mantel. David and I on our wedding day, both of us beaming with hope for the future. How naive we'd been.
Next to it, a photo of David with his parents and sister. My in-laws had never approved of me, the struggling artist who'd stolen their son's heart. But maybe...
No. I couldn't ask them. The humiliation would be unbearable.
I sipped my coffee, pacing the room. There had to be a way out of this mess. I could sell my car, but that wouldn't even make a dent in what I owed. My jewelry? Already pawned, except for my wedding ring.
The sudden trill of the phone made me jump, coffee sloshing over the rim of my mug. Who could be calling this early?
I hesitated, then picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Sarah? It's Eleanor."
My mother-in-law's crisp voice sent a wave of anxiety through me. Speak of the devil.
"Eleanor," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's... unexpected to hear from you."
"Yes, well," she sniffed, "this isn't a social call. Robert and I need to speak with you. It's urgent. Can you come to the house this afternoon?"
I glanced at the clock. 7:15 AM. I had less than ten hours to come up with an impossible sum of money.
"I... I'm not sure if I can make it," I hedged. "I have some pressing matters to attend to."
"More pressing than your future?" Eleanor's tone was sharp. "Sarah, this is important. Be here at 2 PM sharp."
Before I could protest, she hung up. I stared at the phone in disbelief. What could be so urgent? And how dare she demand my presence after months of silence?
But as the initial irritation faded, a glimmer of hope sparked in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, they'd heard about my financial troubles. Maybe they were finally reaching out to help.
It was a long shot, but what choice did I have?
I glanced at the clock again. 7:20 AM. I had just under seven hours to make myself presentable and find a way to get across town to the Reid estate. My car had been repossessed weeks ago, and I could barely afford bus fare.
With a sigh, I headed to the bathroom. The face in the mirror looked haggard, a far cry from the vibrant woman I'd once been. Dark circles shadowed my eyes, and stress had etched fine lines around my mouth. I splashed cold water on my face, trying to wash away the fear and exhaustion.
As I dried my face, my wedding ring caught the light. The modest diamond had once represented so much hope and love. Now it felt like a shackle, binding me to debts I couldn't possibly repay.
I twisted it off my finger, weighing it in my palm. It wasn't worth much, but it might be enough for bus fare and a decent outfit from the thrift store. The thought of pawning it made my stomach churn, but I was out of options.
With trembling hands, I placed the ring in a small velvet pouch. One last piece of my old life, sacrificed to the debt collector's altar.
I dressed quickly in the best clothes I had left-a faded black skirt and a white blouse with a small stain on the cuff. I tried to style my hair, but gave up and pulled it into a simple ponytail. There was no hiding the worry lines or the pallor of my skin.
As I prepared to leave, a flash of movement outside the window caught my eye. A black car was parked across the street, its tinted windows concealing the occupants. My pulse quickened. Were Jack and Frank watching the house?
I peered out, trying to get a better look, but the car suddenly roared to life and sped away. A coincidence, or something more sinister?
With shaking hands, I locked the front door behind me. The weight of the velvet pouch in my pocket felt like an anchor, dragging me down with every step. But I forced myself to keep moving. Seven hours until I had to face my in-laws. Ten hours until Jack and Frank returned.
Ten hours to save myself from financial ruin or worse.
As I walked down the cracked sidewalk, away from the home I would soon lose, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. I glanced over my shoulder, half-expecting to see the black car following me.
But the street was empty, bathed in the soft glow of early morning sunlight. It was a beautiful day, the kind David and I used to spend in the park, planning our future.
Now, I walked alone, each step taking me further from the life I'd known and toward an uncertain future. Whatever Eleanor and Robert wanted, whatever Jack and Frank had planned, I knew one thing for certain:
By the end of the day, my life would never be the same.
Marco Ricci knew nothing except lies about his life. Marco, seventeen years old, finds a secret rifle and a mysterious notepad in his father's desk, therefore destroying his cozy suburban life overnight. His father has been arrested, not just absent. The family business is structured crime rather than insurance. And the Ricci family name isn't just a name-it's a dynasty he's now expected to protect. Forced to flee his home with the protection of his father's fearsome lieutenant, Marco's life takes a dramatic turn when he meets Ellie Lia at a gas station in the dead of night. Smart and beautiful, Ellie is not only his chemistry lab partner but also his secret crush. To his shock, she is revealed to be Elena Donato, the daughter of his family's most dangerous enemy. The look they share in that pivotal moment hints that Ellie may be just as trapped in this long-standing blood feud as he is. With both families on the verge of war and his father imprisoned, Marco is faced with an impossible decision: to accept the criminal legacy he has tried to escape or risk losing everyone he holds dear. Some family secrets are written in blood-and some ties can't be broken.
Aria Rossi was moments away from marrying into one of New York's most powerful crime families when she fled, leaving behind a devastated groom and a deadly vendetta. Five years later, she's built a new life under an assumed identity in the sun-soaked streets of Miami, believing she's finally safe. As the owner of a thriving art gallery, Aria has buried her past beneath layers of carefully crafted lies and exquisite paintings. But when a mysterious new client walks into her gallery, Aria comes face-to-face with her past-and the man she left at the altar. Lorenzo Caruso, now the head of his family's criminal empire, has never forgotten the woman who broke his heart and tarnished his honor. As old feelings reignite, so does the danger that forced her to run. With enemies closing in from all sides and secrets threatening to unravel everything she's built, Aria must decide: Can she trust the man she once loved with her life, or will their second chance at romance be her ultimate downfall? Just as she makes her choice, a shocking revelation changes everything-and nothing is as it seems. An intricate web of betrayal, hidden identities, and long-buried secrets begins to surface, forcing Aria to question everything she thought she knew about her past, her present, and the man she's never stopped loving. In a world where loyalty is everything and trust can get you killed, will Aria and Lorenzo's rekindled passion be strong enough to overcome the lies that tear them apart, or will their love become another masterpiece in her gallery of deception?
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In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
For two years Caitlin quietly wore Isaac's ring, trying to melt the frost from his heart-until his first love returned, pregnant. Devastated and hiding her own pregnancy, Caitlin presented divorce papers. Isaac ripped them apart with a sneer, "Tired of your games already?" Later, Caitlin stormed back into the spotlight-a billionaire designer with endless admirers. Desperate, Isaac pinned her to the wall, pleading, "Honey, give me one more chance."
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She thought he was the villain. He was only trying to save his soul. Rena lives in a world of sunshine, sweets, and simple dreams. Until one reckless decision drops her into a dark realm of secrets, curses and werewolves. Kidnapped, heartbroken. She doesn't know who to trust anymore especially not Logan, the arrogant, cruel Alpha who's keeping her as a hostage. Until she discovers his dark secret. He's been hearing her thoughts all along. Now the walls between them are crumbling. And when feelings grow where hatred once lived, a curse demands that blood becomes a love that demands sacrifice. But how can she give her heart to the one who might need it to die?
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"