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HER TEARS

HER TEARS

"C-Cashren ..." "Cervin ..." I was shocked when I saw Cervin and ... Cashren on the veranda of our house. I was already staring at my stand while looking at the two of them. There seemed to be thousands of needles stuck in my heart and suddenly it hurt badly. The speed of its pulse and it was as if something was really squeezing him. M-It hurts, it hurts. It hurts me to see them like this. They just stood and faced each other. From where I was standing I looked up at the veranda on the second floor. I could hear what they were talking about. "I miss ... you, babe. W-Where have you been?" Cervin asked in a weakened voice. There was also a hint in her voice that she was crying. I didn't realize that my tears were already welling up and I was covering my mouth so that I couldn't let out my sobs. "I-I've been looking for you, babe. I-I've been looking for you for a long time ..." "Cervin ..." My knees were weakening so I knelt on the grass just outside our mansion. Or just their mansion? I don't belong here, eh. H-I'm not really a real family. P-But I admit that I have fallen in love with them. "M-Mommy?" baby Cerae called me and looked at me confused but when she saw me crying she hugged me. "Hush, mommy ..." "Don't g-go anywhere, babe. H-Don't leave us my son. Please ... d-just stay here ..." Cervin said and he still felt sorry for Cashren. Didn’t, Shin initially warn you not to fall for him? H-Don't love Cervin Raeson Vesalius because he has a legal wife and you, you're just his proxy wife. P-But I couldn't stop m-love him, eh. I love him, that it hurts me too. I fell in love with a man I loved in the first place. I fell in love with a married man. A-The pain is over now ... I-He found his wife and I couldn't even prepare. "I love you, Cashren. I l-love you, babe." My heart was broken when I heard the words spoken by the man I loved that I dreamed he would say to me. That I dreamed I could hear from his mouth but I did hear it, though not for me. I let go of baby Cerae's hug and I ran out. "M-Mommy, don't go! M-Mommy ... I'm fine ... Don't m-leave me, m-mommy ..." I no longer ignored Cervin’s son even though my heart longed not to leave him. But this is my only choice ... I have no place in their house, I have no place in Cervin's heart. And I know she would rather have her son grow up with its real mother. And I have no right to take it away. I'm no one, a nobody. And I'm st*pid, my t-nga because I love Cervin. Runaway is a best choice and I left them. I am Marshin Escalante, a young woman who just lived on the farm and became the proxy wife of Cervin Raeson Vesalius and this was the first chapter of my life. SOMEDAY, I'LL BE GONE signing off ...
"the Melody Of Love"

"the Melody Of Love"

Characters: Anna Parker is a 30-year-old talented but struggling violinist. Michael Williams is a 32-year-old successful architect with a passion for classical music. Sophie Bennett is Anna’s best friend and confidante. Eleanor Parker is Anna’s supportive but overbearing mother. David Turner is Michael’s childhood friend and a renowned pianist. Summary: Prologue: Anna Parker stands on a dimly lit stage, her violin cradled under her chin, eyes closed as she plays her heart out. The music is her sanctuary, but tonight, it feels different—empty, as if something is missing. Chapter 1: Anna's life is a blend of teaching violin to disinterested children and playing at local cafes. Her dreams of performing on grand stages seem distant. Her best friend, Sophie, encourages her to keep pushing, while her mother, Eleanor, insists she pursue a more stable career. Chapter 2: Michael Williams is a successful architect who finds solace in classical music. One evening, he stumbles upon a quaint café and is captivated by Anna’s performance. Her music stirs something deep within him. Chapter 3: Michael becomes a regular at the café, drawn to Anna’s music. They eventually strike up a conversation, discovering a shared passion for music. Their connection is immediate but understated. Chapter 4: Anna’s financial struggles intensify. Despite her talent, opportunities are scarce. Michael offers to help her network, leveraging his connections in the arts community. Anna hesitates, wary of mixing her personal and professional lives. Chapter 5: A gala event organized by Michael’s firm provides Anna with an opportunity to perform in front of influential people. Nervous but excited, she delivers a stunning performance, catching the attention of David Turner, a renowned pianist and Michael’s childhood friend. Chapter 6: David offers Anna a chance to collaborate on a concert series. Meanwhile, Anna and Michael’s relationship deepens. They share intimate moments, discovering each other’s vulnerabilities and dreams. Chapter 7: Anna’s mother, Eleanor, expresses concerns about Anna’s involvement with Michael, fearing he might be a distraction. Anna reassures her mother, but doubts linger in her mind. Chapter 8: As the concert series progresses, Anna and David’s professional relationship flourishes, but it causes tension between Anna and Michael. Michael feels sidelined, struggling with jealousy and fear of losing Anna. Chapter 9: A misunderstanding leads to a heated argument between Anna and Michael. Michael accuses Anna of prioritizing her career over their relationship. Hurt and confused, Anna distances herself from Michael. Chapter 10: Sophie helps Anna reflect on her feelings. Realizing she can’t let fear dictate her actions, Anna decides to mend things with Michael. She writes a heartfelt letter, expressing her love and commitment. Chapter 11: Michael receives the letter and realizes his mistakes. He rushes to the concert hall where Anna is performing, hoping to reconcile. During her performance, Anna spots Michael in the audience, their eyes locking in a silent apology. Chapter 12: After the concert, Anna and Michael reunite, promising to support each other’s dreams. They understand that love and career can coexist, and together, they can face any challenge. Epilogue: A year later, Anna performs at a prestigious music festival, with Michael proudly watching from the front row. Their love story, marked by passion and perseverance, becomes the melody that binds them forever.
The Dog Stays: And So Does My Revenge

The Dog Stays: And So Does My Revenge

For seven years, I was the perfect political wife, seamlessly orchestrating every gala, every public appearance. I stood behind my Congressman husband, Ethan Scott, a silent, smiling prop in our opulent D.C. townhouse. Then, at our annual fundraising event, he tapped a glass for silence, his arm draped possessively around his pregnant mistress, Sabrina. "Jocelyn and I have agreed to a divorce," he announced, his eyes cold, dismissive, while the room gasped. He expected me to nod, to accept the humiliating settlement, to stay on as a "household consultant" for her. But I refused, declaring I was leaving that night. He laughed, assuming I was dependent on him, that I' d be crawling back. Then Sabrina' s cruel sneer cut through the air: "The dog stays." Buddy, my golden retriever, my last connection to the child I lost, was yanked from my side. Sabrina feigned a bite, screamed, and Ethan, without hesitation, ordered Buddy to be put down. My world shattered. This wasn' t just about Buddy; it ripped open an old wound. Sabrina had given my premature son, Leo, a deadly teddy bear in his NICU crib. Ethan had blamed me for his death, choosing her over our grief. Now, he was literally sentencing my last piece of family to death for her. My tears were gone, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. I was trapped, sick, and nearly burned alive in my room, thanks to Sabrina' s arson, but a hidden message from Andrew, my childhood sweetheart, illuminated a path forward. It was time to fight.
When Love Became A Lie

When Love Became A Lie

The wedding dress, a Parisian dream, hung ready. My guardian, Daniel Hayes, the man stepping into the role of my husband in three weeks, surveyed me with possessive eyes. Everything was perfect, almost too perfect for the girl who lost her parents and world in a fire, only to be taken in by a generous "uncle." Then, his phone buzzed. A name popped up: "Sarah." And beneath it, a picture of a smiling woman and a small boy grinning at the camera, with a message: "Kev and I are waiting. Don't be late." My perfectly constructed world began to crack. He admitted it-Sarah was his fiancée ten years ago, before she left him. I was merely a "substitute," a convenient look-alike to fill the void she left. His affection, his care, our shared love-all a calculated lie. Then, an anonymous email confirmed my worst fears: he was still seeing her, even now, on the eve of our wedding. "You're a monster," I told him, tears streaming down my face. He just stared, unmoved, his voice like ice: "The wedding will go on as planned, Olivia. You will not embarrass me." He wanted me to be a dutiful wife, a pawn in his twisted game. The pre-wedding gala was a public humiliation. Sarah appeared, triumphant, with her son. Daniel, caught between us, didn't defend me. He paraded me before the woman he truly desired. It wasn't just betrayal; it was torture. And then came the ultimate blow: he hit me, in front of them, leading to the devastating loss of our unborn child. Lying in the hospital, my heart hollow, I let him believe his feigned remorse. He wanted to "make it right," to "send them away." He thought he still had me, the forgiving, wounded woman. But the girl who loved him had died in that studio, with our child. A new plan, cold and sharp, began to form in the hollow space where my heart used to be.
His Obsession, My Betrayal

His Obsession, My Betrayal

One year with David Chen felt like paradise after Jake, but love, I learned, is a master illusionist. I thought I' d found solace in David' s arms, after my long-term boyfriend Jake unceremoniously dropped me for his high school sweetheart, Emily. Then, on our first anniversary, hunting for a rare comic, I stumbled upon David' s secret studio-not a creative haven, but a chilling shrine to Emily Carter, plastered floor to ceiling with her portraits. Hundreds of his letters lay scattered, each a meticulously dated testament to a seven-year obsession, detailing how he used my heartbreak, my trust, to orchestrate Jake and Emily' s reunion. I wasn' t a girlfriend; I was a pawn in his sick game, a means to an end for the woman he truly loved to get back with my ex. The betrayal was a violation, worse than Jake' s, a cold, calculated masterpiece of manipulation that turned my year of healing into a cruel deception. I had to escape, to sever this twisted knot of lies, and the only way out was to call my parents and accept the arranged marriage I' d always laughed at. Just as the decision formed, David' s cheerful voice echoed through the studio, followed by the shattering sound of groceries, and his fake smile dissolving as he saw the truth laid bare. He tried to smooth it over, playing the concerned lover, until I revealed my drastic plan: "I' m moving to New York. I'm getting married." His dismissive smirk was quickly replaced by panic as Emily Carter herself appeared, walking calmly into his web of lies, confirming his deception. Later, doubled over in agony, suffering from a ruptured appendix, I called him for help-the man I thought loved me. He hung up, choosing to tend to Emily' s "headache" over my very real, life-threatening pain, dismissing my screams as manipulative drama. The words "You're just trying to get my attention" echoed as my phone died, the realization slicing through me: he would rather let me die than displease her. Finally, face-to-face in the hospital, he saw me. He saw the IV, the monitors, the reality of my near-death while he' d coddled his fragile Emily just feet away, oblivious. Yet, his gaze hardened, turning from me back to her, and he walked away, promising to return, a promise I knew was as hollow as his love. I fled to New York, rebuilding my life, forging a new identity, finding unexpected peace with my arranged fiancé, Ethan. But the past wasn' t done. David found me.
Perhaps Meant To Be's Our Specialty.

Perhaps Meant To Be's Our Specialty.

Love is citrusy. It can be sweet as it is sour... Medical school. Check. Wonderful grades. Check. Famous parents. Check. Great love life. Skip. There's nothing Abigail Espérer wants more than to flee her parents suffocating shadows and save lives, so internship is a cape day for her. Graceland hospital seems to be the perfect place to make friends and live freely without the pressure of being offered a couple of bucks in exchange for a picture with her parents. Everything is perfect... Until she runs into Jack, her freakishly handsome supervisor which happens to be her first love. Her only love infact... And no matter how hard she tries or how much she would give to have him talk to her like he once did when they laid under the stars, but perhaps some wounds take time to heal and some won't just heal...   Jackson Heartland has always wanted to be a doctor. He had never been so sure about anything else before. He'd also wanted a big house, a large bookshelf, a dog to go to country games with and a wife to love. Without a doubt he knew Abigail was it for him right from the very first sticky handshake, her quirky spirit was just as magnetic as her beauty... But if wishes were horses then his seven-year old self would ride all day. He may not have gotten everything he thought he couldn't live without, but his life at Graceland was good and coffee made it greater, so when he bumps into twenty eight year old Abigail at the elevator he wants nothing more than his life to go back to the way it was_just coffee and routine_but love just doesn't work that way... It never has.