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The Billionaire's Heartbeat

The Billionaire's Heartbeat

When struggling artist Ava Harper accidentally collides with billionaire tech mogul Damian Cross on a rainy New York morning, their worlds couldn't seem further apart. Ava's life revolves around her passion for art, scraping by to make ends meet, while Damian is a cold, calculated visionary at the helm of a global empire. But their chance meeting sparks an unexpected connection that neither of them can ignore. Intrigued by Ava's talent and sincerity, Damian offers her a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to design a centerpiece for his new philanthropic project, a state-of-the-art art and tech hub meant to inspire creativity. Despite their stark differences, the two are drawn to each other, unraveling the guarded secrets behind Damian's stoic exterior and Ava's quiet resilience. As their partnership blossoms, Ava begins to see the man behind the billion dollar empire one shaped by loss, ambition, and a hidden vulnerability. Meanwhile, Damian finds himself captivated by Ava's raw authenticity, something money and power could never buy. But as their personal and professional worlds intertwine, they face mounting challenges: public scrutiny, rivalries that threaten Damians empire, and Avas fears of losing herself in his powerful orbit. Together, they must navigate the delicate balance between ambition, love, and the courage to take a leap of faith. In The Billionaire's Heartbeat, passion collides with purpose, and two souls from different worlds discover that sometimes the heart beats louder than anything money can buy.
The Doctor's Compelled Affair

The Doctor's Compelled Affair

I could ruin a relationship but I won't because I will go through the process that the man in front of me needs right now. "Please!" "Please!" please talk to me. "I can do everything you want, just please give your kidney to my love," he pleaded with me. I am hurt because he is doing everything just to keep the girl he loves alive. I am selfish but my health is also at stake and my love for him as well. "You know what I want, you know how much I love you..." "FINE!" he quickly went to what he had to say. I just finished secondary school when I first saw him and I can say that I loved him before but he was just like air to me. "I do sacrifice my freedom because I love her so much. You obsessed to me Bless, you did," he said and actually pointed to himself and shook his head. "But you won't be happy with me because I'll make sure we're only connected on paper. There's no me, no you, because there's no us!" he said seriously. His face is serious as far as I can see, he's not angry and also he has nothing to be angry about because he came here voluntarily because he needs something from me. "So, we have nothing more to talk about," I said. It's up to him if I look like a contradiction to their love. He is the one who needs me, he should be the one to follow because I am talking about my life here. "Okay! just give me time for her recovery," he responded three times and actually raised both of his hands. The power of love can sacrifice freedom, my mind said. "Do you think I'll let you get close to him just in case?" I asked seriously and walked towards the door. I opened it to signal that he can leave because he has nothing to do with it. Our conversation is over because it's not possible anymore, what he wants is what will follow. "I will only do one year to teach and try to love you. If it doesn't happen in one year, you will leave yourself," he answered seriously and walked out of the house. I smiled because I knew that was enough assurance for him to learn to love me too. "Prepare yourself because you will be involved in the operation tomorrow," he said last before heading to his car and until he disappeared from my sight. The operation was completed successfully. Dr. asked for consideration. Monteleagre to take care and watch over the girl he loves first. I'm not selfish because I still have compassion. Knowing that when we are destined even if the world turns upside down, we are really meant for each other. The day passed and it took months, Dr. The talk is Monteleagre. He secretly let me live in his mansion and he also sent me to school so that I could finish my studies as a doctor. A lot has changed in a sacrifice, he almost lost what he says we are only connected on paper. "Mahal?" I called him because he was just in the kitchen cooking. "Can I borrow your dermatology book?" I will ask. "Just get it from the library," he answered me as he tasted what he was cooking. This is his routine, so I'm here to prove that what they say about love is a choice is really true. He didn't say the magic word but I'll feel it. "Taste it baby?" he said and came to me. I'm thrilled when he looks like this to me so I can't get rid of my smile. He slowly brought the spoon closer to my mouth but before I could taste it, my stomach turned upside down. I don't know what happened but Im feeling weak after throwing up and no one is vomiting but I didn't expect the anger I see from his eyes. His a doctor, he knows what happened. I thought he would be happy if he found out I was pregnant and we would become a family but everything I thought in return turned out to be a nightmare for me. He accused me that I am wh*re. "I can not bear a child!" are words that keep repeating in my mind. How can I defend myself if he closed the conversation and he hated me so much because he taught that I am a filthy woman and a whore? I faced all the accusations, cruelty to me even though I was pregnant because I felt him and I love him but everything has a limit since I was married because of an event that can't be returned even when. I left...but I swear I will come back and make him look like he was wrong for all the accusations against me! I will also make sure that the person who lied to him will pay for his belief. Because it will be proven if I have not committed any sin because I am the aggrieved because I am a clean woman and he can also bear a child. One day I will make you down and on your knees and beg me!
Married to a Lie

Married to a Lie

My parents were murdered, our family bakery destroyed, and my fiancé walked out. That’s when Detective David Carter, his brother, swooped in like a hero. He promised justice and protection, then proposed. Five years later, I was pregnant, building a new life with him, certain I was finally safe. But that safety shattered one night. I overheard David’s hushed confession: he was obsessively in love with Veronica Hayes—my parents’ killer. He’d married *me* to protect *her*, to keep me quiet, a mere pawn in his twisted game. My entire life, even our unborn child, was a monstrous lie designed to shield a murderer. The betrayal burned deeper than any wound. At his family’s dinner, Veronica brazenly confessed to the killings, taunting me with a chilling detail. I slapped her in a desperate rage. My husband, David, violently shoved *me* aside, his fury reserved for me, not her. I fell, the pain unbearable, losing our baby in a bloody haze. His family cast me out like trash. Abandoned, violated, and gutted by grief, I was just another casualty in his sick obsession across two families. How could the man who promised to protect me be the architect of my deepest agony? How could his love for another destroy everything, even his own child? With nothing left to lose, I engineered my own disappearance, vanished, and then strategically unleashed every piece of evidence hidden by my supposed savior. The truth, now exposed, would finally bury them all.
The Last Heiress of Oblonsky, Beatrix

The Last Heiress of Oblonsky, Beatrix

The sound of guns... The darkness... The smoke... Then, oblivion. Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares. Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered. Looking outside my window, I am writing my daily journal and poetry today... To release all the pains and tensions from my past. And I wrote.. December 18, 1980 Myshkin, Russia My beloved, Have you ever ask yourself... What's your life purpose? If.. Are you doing the right thing? Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant? Day dreaming into your own world? Too much questions filled in your heart and mind. Too much of everything that you don't want. Too much! To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me. Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them. Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories. Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death. Yes, I did face it all. I cried hard. After decades of those patterned memories... This is the first time that I realized.. How I treated myself so badly. And I really wanted to give back to myself. By appreciating my past. Appreciate yourself more... Love yourself more... And you will discover more... I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past. ***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF*** My dearest self in the past... I have been visiting you lately in a vast... You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS, You go out more, loving the sun and grasses, Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above. Joyous days, feet touching stones and green Oh How glorious those days have been Flowing like water in every storms within And wind touches, caressing my skin Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose". A path full of journey and a dead rose All those rise and fall, I am with you... All those tears and laughter, I am with you.. I am always with you til the end of time
Craving my Husband's Twin- A lustful Obsession

Craving my Husband's Twin- A lustful Obsession

"You f*cking recorded me Drego?!" I stood naked, my hands shivering as I stared at the little camera in my hands, still beeping. I couldn't believe my eyes. Aggravated, I slammed the camera to the ground, shattering it into pieces. "I trusted you! I let you in." My voice crackled. "So all these were your plans right? To fuck and film me?!" "Elena, listen... pls hear me out..." he tried to explain. "GET OUT!" I yelled. He grabbed my arm, but I backed away immediately. "I never want to see you again. You're sick, and need help!!!" *** Hi, I'm Elena Stone, and my life right now is a mess. My father forced me into marrying a stranger to save his company from bankruptcy. Two weeks after signing five years of my life away to be married to David Knights, I discovered he had an identical twin, Drego. One night Drego disguised as David, fucked me, the best sex I had ever had all my life. Not only did he fuck me, he filmed me. What started as a mistake turns into an obsession. Drego is reckless, dangerous, and devastatingly good in bed- the kind of man who ruins you and leaves you begging for more. I tried to bury this secret, but everything crumbled when I learned that Drego is already entangled with Cindy, my high school best friend. And yes, Cindy barged into me and him on one of those unplanned lustful nights, and she had sworn to ruin me. Trust me, she's not one to mince words. With my dignity and sanity at stake, I'm fixed on saving my marriage with David, letting go of my obsession with Drego, and rekindling my friendship with Cindy. Will any of these be possible? Find out!
The Divorce That Freed Me

The Divorce That Freed Me

The grand Thorne Estate gala, meant to celebrate my husband Richard' s legacy, became my public execution. He arrived late, not with apologies, but with his mistress, Chloe, and their son, Leo, brazenly announcing them as his new family-his "firstborn son." As whispers turned to a dizzying cacophony, his mother, the matriarch, hissed warnings to me not to "make a scene." My dignity was shattered, my son Liam clutched my hand in fright, and then, the world went black. Waking in a sterile medical suite, the matriarch' s venomous hiss, "Do you have any idea the scene you caused? You have embarrassed this family, Ava," made it perfectly clear: my humiliation was the real scandal. Richard, meanwhile, knelt dotingly over Leo, openly displaying the affection he never showed our legitimate son. When I confronted him, he dismissed my pain: "It changes nothing for you." My heart, a vessel already shattered, broke again as he, his mother, and his conniving mistress conspired to force me into acceptance, threatening my very position. "You will remain the official Mrs. Thorne, but you will accept Chloe and Leo. It' s not a request." Was I simply to be a gatekeeper for his affairs, to raise my son alongside a bastard and pretend we were one big, happy family? The sheer audacity, the cold calculation, the utter disregard for my existence – it was a profound, chilling despair. But when Richard dared to slap me-not for anger or jealousy, but for protecting his cruel son' s "innocent" lie-a cold, hard clarity washed over me. I looked him dead in the eye, and told him, "It' s over." And then, I filed for divorce.