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Our Unfinished Lovestory

Our Unfinished Lovestory

NOT LIKE THIS!!! Talia Grey never expected to meet the man she abandoned like this! A wife trapped in a marriage where the furniture are of more value than her being. She used to be the rich kid, he was the pauper! Now he stands before her as heir to a powerful empire - cold, untouchable and dangerously handsome. Meanwhile Ethan Reed has spent five years drowning himself in work enough to forget about her, not until one meeting shatters it all. Five years ago, Talia Grey walked away from the only man she ever loved; bound by duty and fear. Now, his grandfather's 80th birthday and retirement celebration has brought him back to her city. "You're.....rich?" Talia's voice dropped, her hands trembling beneath the table as she recounted the contours of his face, but Ethan scoffed with a clenched fist. His now cold gaze pierced the eyes of the once naive young lady he'd give his all for....... "why? Are you going to divorce your husband and jump back to me? You're still so crazy over wealth....you disgust me Lia" She felt an arrow to her chest... He hates her for breaking him like that.... But what about her?! Talia has never known love and acceptance till she met him, yet he lied to her! She can't believe she gave her life to protect a lie. Their once structured and fated lives become disrupted again. She's married, he's getting engaged....but both hearts have refused to stop aching and yearning for each other. The question remains.... Is the universe teasing them or are they about to complete the pages of their unfinished love story????
Silent confessions

Silent confessions

"Calista!" Nix called out to me. "What? Is there a problem?" I felt the tension in his eyes. "You're not going to jail anymore, Caliee. The accident proved everything!" He shouted, embracing me and kissing my forehead. I couldn't help but slowly start to cry. "It's okay, Caliee, I told you that you're innocent." "T-thank you, Nix." I checked all my social media accounts and found both negative and positive comments at the same time. This is the reality that I can't avoid haters in the online world. Many are on my side, many are on Caleb's, as if we're fighting our own beliefs. I sat down on the couch, feeling incredibly happy and anxious at the same time. I know Caleb won't give up on me. "Calista!" I heard someone call my name outside the hotel door. "Come out!" they shouted, banging on the door. When I opened it, the heavily intoxicated Caleb greeted me, "C-Caleb?" I asked. Many were holding him back, but he was struggling, "L-let go, bro." He looked at me as if scrutinizing my entire being. "Fine! Let out your anger on me, what else do you want? Everything's been proven... It was all an accident!" As the guards left, he entered my room, slowly approaching me until I leaned against the wall. His eyes were filled with rage and hatred, as if he could kill me at any moment. "W-what do you--" I couldn't speak anymore as he punched the wall next to me. “Why, Calista? Why did you take away the woman I love?" He shouted at me while continuing to cry. "W-what do you want!" I shouted back, pushing him away. He threw my belongings, hitting my foot, causing me to stumble. "D-damn it, what!" I held my injured foot, looking straight at him, observing his angry face. I took a deep breath and spoke again, "What do you want to make you quiet? My body? Money? Wealth! That's all I have! If you want me to bring back your fiancée..." "I'm not God! Do you understand? If I could bring her back, I would've done it already, I regret it every day, every hour." I want this to end, I'm so tired. I can't take it anymore. I straightened my head bravely. I uttered the words I knew I would regret. "If I have sex with you, will you forgive me?" I bravely asked, tears slowly streaming down my cheeks. He stared at my entire body, unable to even look into my eyes. "I will never forgive you," he replied weakly and hoarsely. "Why? It wasn't intentional, it was all an accident! It's not my fault that your fiancée died, I lost my brakes, how many times do I have to tell you that I-I'm not at fault!" "It's your fault! because damn you, why? Calista? why did you kill my fiancée!" A loud shout stunned me. It's not my fault, it's not my fault, it's an accident, I didn't mean to kill anyone, I didn't have brakes that day! "Why don't you just give up? Why do you still fight for your beliefs, even though both of us know that it's really you! f*ck you! Calista." I took a deep breath and looked at his face. "W-will you have sex with me! After that, my debt to you will be paid, can we do that, prosecutor Villanueva?" I bravely asked again. He stared at me, unresponsive. "Stop," he shouted loudly. "Why? Don't you want to? So I can pay you back! You'll disgrace me! Take away my dignity! Because it's my fault! Because I'm a b*tch! Because this is what you want, to feel every day that something is being taken from me! That I'm being robbed! But you don't want money, you want me to regret it every day, so here it is." He approached me and kissed me, my tears flowing as he kissed me, while he undressed me, I was sobbing softly, he continued kissing me, from my ears down to my neck, he observed my entire body. He slowly laid me down, slowly removing my clothes, as he did, I closed my eyes. He continued to explore my body, from my thighs to even the deepest parts of my femininity. DESCRIPTION: "Caleb Wyven Villanueva" is a prosecutor who is willing to do everything for his loved one, recognizing nothing, but what is in accordance with the law. But what if one day this man wakes up that the woman he loves is already de@d? Will he fight for her? Or will he just let go?
Fake facade

Fake facade

Nadetta Monarch, an ambitious businesswoman, has been presented with an opportunity to pitch a major proposal to a potential investor. However, her husband Denzel, who is also her business partner, refuses to let her go, citing concerns about the impact on their family life. Frustrated and determined, Nedetta turns to Keaton Ceaser, a charismatic and resourceful stranger who bears an uncanny resemblance to her, and proposes a deal. She asks Keaton to pretend to be her for the duration of the business trip, allowing Nadetta to attend the meeting and pitch the proposal without Denzel's knowledge. Keaton, who is struggling financially, agrees to the proposal, seeing it as an opportunity to earn some much-needed cash. Nadetta briefs Keaton on her life, business, and relationships, and Keaton assumes Nadetta's identity. As Keaton navigates Nadetta's life, she finds herself growing closer to Denzel, who is unaware of the switch. Meanwhile, Nadetta attends the business meeting and pitches the proposal, but things don't go as smoothly as she had hoped. As the truth threatens to surface, Keaton must confront her own emotions and decide whether to continue the charade or reveal her true identity. But as she navigates this complex web of love and deception, she realizes that nothing is as simple as it seems. Complications arise when Nadetta returns, expecting Keaton to relinquish her life and identity. But Keaton has grown attached to Denzel and the life she's built. A tangled love triangle ensues, forcing all parties to confront their true desires and identities.
Throne of Flames

Throne of Flames

Where kings kneel to a single man, King Kael Aruzi sits as the iron-handed king of fifty-seven realms. He's feared and respected, and his name with fear. Kael's heart belonged to Seraya his first queen, a orphan with grace who could soothe his rage. Yet, her stubborn womb puts shadows on their union. Pushed by laws and fellow kings, Kael takes another wife-and another, and another, with each giving birth to daughters but none to a boy. Yet, his heart never relinquishes Seraya. But envy's a snake in a silk glove. Eshara, Kael's youngest and deadliest wife, spins a poisoned plot to kill Seraya. A wine piked with drugs. A planned betrayal. A dead guard. In a torrent of rage, Kael banishes Seraya into darkness-to strip her of a crown, to chain her below a palace she once reigned over, to condemn her to a life of agonies. While Seraya is beaten, starved, and scorned, the wives gain power. Eshara becomes heavy with child-with Kael's long-awaited heir. But even as his womb might bear his legacy, Kael's heart remains tormented by the woman he once cherished. The whispers spread. The allegiances come undone. And Seraya-abused but undefeated-conspires against not vengeance, but truth. In a palace where lies bloom like roses and power is sharpened like a blade, Seraya's fall is only the beginning. A storm is rising. And when it breaks, thrones will burn, masks will shatter, and the fire she once knelt before. will be hers to command.