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A Tale of Two Hearts

A Tale of Two Hearts

Ivy Taylor is unique in the lavish world of London's high society, where scandals and old money rule supreme. As the daughter of a self-made millionaire who loves poetry and painting, she is accustomed to feeling alienated from the elite. But one fateful night at a grand gala changes everything when she crosses paths with Arnold Wellington, the irresistible billionaire heir whose charm hides a life dictated by duty. Their connection is instant, their chemistry undeniable-but their love is forbidden. Arnold is bound by an engagement to Isabella Edward, a woman as cunning as she is beautiful, who will stop at nothing to claim what she believes is hers. As whispers of their secret affair spread, Ivy finds herself thrust into the public eye, the unwilling face of a scandal that could destroy them both. Painted as the villain in a story she didn't write, the real betrayal comes from closer to home. A trusted confidant, pushed by desperation and manipulation, sells a damning secret to a cunning puppet master in the shadows. This betrayal sets the stage for heartbreak, unleashing a storm of lies, revenge, and shattered loyalties. As their worlds unravel, the billionaire faces a choice: defy his powerful family and risk losing everything for love, or surrender to the expectations that have defined his life. Even if the weight of controversy threatens to overwhelm her, Ivy must find the strength to soar above the chaos. The gorgeous, ugly world of high society, where every choice has a cost and every smile conceals a secret, is the setting for the romantic and deceptive narrative The Tale of Two Hearts. Who will win this contest of love, devotion, and ambition, and who will lose in the end?
The Mafia Lover

The Mafia Lover

'I told you not to hit that girl anymore' Malli told me. I just frowned because of what he said. He really blamed me, I'm the one who doesn't have a place to live now. "I've told you many times Malli, I'm the one who avoids.. but she keeps on pestering me" I just scratched the back of my neck while walking on the side of the road. I was carrying a large suitcase that contained my belongings. The landlord of my apartment just kicked me out, just because that b*tch paid him to! "So annoying" I whispered. I begged my friend Malli that if possible, I would stay with them first. But she refused, and I understand why. 'You know there are a lot of us here at home.. Aunt Orlen's head will only get hot if there are more' Regretfully said my friend. She apologized to me for not being able to help me this time. But I assured her that it's fine. "What's up Malli, that's okay.. I should be thanking you, because you're always there when I have problems like this" I smiled while talking. We talked for a few more minutes and then I hung up. I let out a deep breath as I dragged the suitcase. When I got tired I stopped in an alley to take a rest. There is no one on the road because maybe it is getting late. But I was confused when I realized that it's so oddly quiet. "Weird" I whispered to myself. I started walking again, I had planned to go to my cousin's house and stay there at least one night. But I was stunned when I heard something. "Agh" I heard someone moan. I frowned when I saw a figure approaching in my direction. Do this while bent and holding the left arm. "Mister, are you alright-" What I was about to say was cut short when he suddenly pointed a gun at me. My eyes widened in shock. "stay away" His tone was cold and serious. I just nodded because I don't want to die! I swallowed when I saw his bloody arm that he was now covering with one of his hands. As he said I stayed away from him. I was about to leave because of fear when suddenly I heard a gunshot. "F*ck" said the man irritable. "Really f*ck!" I screamed when I realized that the bullet passed between us just close to me. I quickly ran and so did the man I was talking to. We passed several alleys but I still didn't stop running. This guy I'm with just follows me. "Why are you following me? They're after you, aren't they? Don't let me empathize!" I shouted while still running. I heard footsteps chasing us that's why I panicked. "I don't know this place that well, so please just shut up and lead me anywhere safe." He said it simply without any worry or fear on his face! But he is right, there are many alleys here so you may get lost or end up in a dead end. But given that I have memorized this place I will never get lost. I was so nervous that I almost fell, but the man with me immediately supported me. We stopped running for a while. "D*mn it" The guy groaned, I saw his leg bleeding. Passing it, I can see our pursuers. The man immediately pulled me to run to get away. "Jusko, what's the matter, I'm going to die today!" I was panicking, a few tears were building up in my eyes. "Don't be so dramatic" says the guy who dragged me into this! "Your face is dramatic! You're the reason why I'm in this situation and then you say something like that? What a j*rk!" I promise. We ran for a few more seconds until we got tired and stopped and hid in an abandoned building. "What now?" I will ask. "They're still following us" He says while ripping his black shirt and bandaging the wound on his arm. Now he doesn't have a cover anymore. I just averted my eyes because of that. We were sitting next to each other on the floor, even though it was dark around me I could see his muscular arms and chest. I can also see his bright eyes. There's a hint of gray in his eyes, I think it has a race. "They're only after you, I'm out of there" When I stopped. I crossed my arms and turned my back on him. I heard his gun go off that's why I looked at it. I see how alert and serious he is. I swallowed because those who were chasing us might have found us earlier. Well technically they are only after him, I just feel sorry for him! "I swear, when I die I will really haunt you." I said nervously as I seemed to hide behind him. He didn't even look at me, instead he focused on inspecting the surroundings. I made the sign of the cross because it looks like the people who want to kill him are already here. Lord, please don't leave me alone, I promise to be really kind. My little prayer, but. My eyes widened when my cellphone rang. The man next to me immediately picked it up and quickly hung up. My mouth fell when I heard a gunshot. "Oh my god" I whispered under my breath. "Fuck! ng bastards" The man beside me growled. He stood up and looked at the door. When it was sure that no one was there, it came out. "Don't leave me" I whispered. "Just stay there, I'll be back" He calmly says. I followed what he said and just hid. Why did I end up in this situat
Claimed By My Ex's Ruthless Brother

Claimed By My Ex's Ruthless Brother

I went to my fiancé’s hotel suite to surprise him with a Patek Philippe watch the day before our engagement party. Instead, I found him in bed with my best friend. Through the crack in the door, I heard them plotting to steal my family's priceless data before breaking the engagement. I recorded their betrayal, threw the expensive watch in the trash, and went to a dark lounge to drink away the agony. In a reckless impulse born of whiskey and pain, I pulled a domineering stranger down for a kiss and took him to bed. But waking up the next morning, I realized the catastrophic mistake I had made. The man emerging from the bathroom wasn't just anyone. He was Garnet Crawford, my fiancé's ruthless, billionaire older brother. "Hello, future sister-in-law." He smiled coldly, revealing he had used my fingerprint while I slept to steal my blackmail video. He trapped me, forcing me to play the role of his fiancée to publicly humiliate my cheating best friend and destroy his own brother. He moved into my apartment, blocked the exits with his bodyguards, and claimed me as his property. I thought I was just using his power to get revenge on the two people who broke my heart. But the next morning, the news reported my fiancé had been brutally assaulted, his legs broken in a sudden mugging. Looking at the cold, possessive monster who had orchestrated it all, a terrifying realization hit me. I hadn't just struck back at my betrayers—I had sold my soul to the devil.