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BEYOND ILLUSIONS

BEYOND ILLUSIONS

This is a riveting story of true love that stands out through the ages of time, no matter what, no matter when, and how, still this love remains unbeatable for two people whose heart and soul were intertwined by fate. Jannah Arianne (JA) was a writer two years back and a psychologist who has the ability to read minds since she was young, the reason why people called her 'crazy and psychopath'. Through her ability, she was able to find out that her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend. As she started her new life as a psychological counselor and a teacher in a private school, her life was once put into a dilemma when a "mysterious man", appeared in her dreams many times. She did not understand why she was falling for that man, and she felt like she knew him in the past. That was also the time when she met Zacky on Facebook and mistook him as the man in her dreams. Later, she found out that it was her deceased friend who came back to fulfill their childhood promises. Meanwhile, she and Zacky became friends on Facebook and when she knew that Zacky is a writer on a reading platform, she decided to go back into writing and make him the character of her story. Things became complicated when she used again her ability to read Zacky's mind and fell in love with him despite the things she found out about his identity. Will she be able to find true love with this person she had not known personally or she will continue to live in illusions?
Marry Me Again: The New CEO Is My Ex-husband

Marry Me Again: The New CEO Is My Ex-husband

"What's your name?" He asked, making the managers go shut at once. They followed his gaze and it landed on Mallory. Mallory felt her soul being pierced. Did he just ask for her name? Her Wilder didn't even know her name? "Uh... her name is..." "Let her speak for herself, Arlo" Wilder raised his hand at his cousin who zipped up at once. Then, reluctantly, Mallory muttered: "I'm Mallory Harrington." Wilder said nothing, his gaze on her unreadable. Then, she asked. "Don't you... remember me?" "Am I... supposed to know you?" Wilder asked with an unfeigned doubt. This broke Mallory even more. How can her Wilder not recognize her? Her next breath came raggedly, she had to drop her teary gaze to the floor. "How can you not remember me?" She winced. "We were..." ********* What happens when Mallory goes to work one morning and discovers the new CEO who was the soon-to-be heir to one of the richest companies in the world was her ex-husband who had been missing for seven years? How does she tell him she used to be married to him before he went missing? How does she tell him she was still very much in love with him and wanted him back in her life, even if there was someone else? How does she tell him she had twins at home that looked like him? How does she tell him any of this when he couldn't recognize her and acted very cold towards her? What happened to her Wilder?
Too Late, Mr. Betrayer

Too Late, Mr. Betrayer

My bones ached, a deep throb whispering something was terribly wrong. I'd sacrificed, donating marrow to save my fiancé Ethan' s "failing" company and his "dying" college acquaintance, Brooke Hayes. I believed it was for love, for our shared future. Then, a chilling truth surfaced. A text on Ethan' s phone: "$50k transfer… Main portfolio remains shielded." There was no crisis. Brooke, far from dying, walked out of my bedroom, vibrant, triumphant. It was a meticulously planned scam. My heart froze. Ethan gaslighted, his hand too comfortable on Brooke' s waist, denying my pain for her comfort. He prioritized a stray dog over my severe post-donation agony, dismissing my pleas for vital medication while showering Brooke with lavish gifts. Chloe, my best friend, became her accomplice, rationalizing their cruelty. The breaking point arrived when I overheard Ethan confess: he' d orchestrated the entire ordeal, the fake crisis, Brooke' s "illness," all to "make amends" to Brooke. My unconditional love had been weaponized. At a glittering gala, Brooke, her fraud exposed by my desperate words, staged a dramatic fall, pointing accusingly at me. Ethan, without question, condemned me, and Chloe, my dear friend, slapped me hard across the face. Publicly shamed, physically and emotionally shattered, my phone buzzed with Mom's text: "Car waiting. South entrance." My escape. I grabbed my small bag, destroyed my phone' s SIM, and walked out of the hotel, out of their lives, without a backward glance. My only path was to disappear, leaving behind the wreckage they'd created.