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Miranda has always been haunted by a nightmare that turned reality. She has always believed that it's better to consider a dream, a dream. But what if a dream doesn't want to be left a dream? What about the hot chase? What happens when she falls in love with the wrong person and gets entangled in the web of conspiracy and death? And what if the one who seek after her life is none other than her father-in-law?
Unknown's POV
Running, hopping, walking and tripping had became my walking gait. I kept on running while looking backwards once in a while to notice if those men were still following. I stopped to restore my breathing pace. I was almost choking on my breath. I hid behind a tree as I noticed the flashes from their torches as they searched this dense forest for any sign of me.
I went on a crouching position to hide myself properly but since it was nighttime and I had no means of light, I could not realize there were thorns, behind me. They pricked me and I whimpered.
Sinking deep into my skin when I was still in motion, it made me almost cry out with a loud voice before realization dawned on me. They were still searching for me. I hurriedly placed my palm over my mouth in prevention of any incriminating sound.
But it was too late because they definitely heard something from me. I watched in horror as they traced their steps towards the tree I used as a refuge. My heart beat a lot more faster than its usual pace. I was dead scared.
"What do I do?" I thought in fear as I watched them come closer.
"They're almost here.." My subconscious screamed. "What do I do?" I thought repeatedly in panic.
I raised my head to look around for something I could use to fight against them but I found none. For the record, I can't fight and I get scared easily. As it is, I'd been shot already and it contributed to the pain I was having right now.
I closed my eyes in fear as they approached the tree. Probably it's time to go. Let fate take its course. I closed my eyes firmly as I await my discovery and death.
"Oh no! It's just a grass cutter!" I heard the husky voice that belongs to their leader. "But that seems to be the girl's voice." Another one argued.
"And are you blind? Can't you see an animal just jumped out from that place?" The leader asked in annoyance. I opened my eyes in disbelief.
"What the hell! They had not even seen me and I was dead within already." I thought as I looked at the wrong tree the leader pointed at and I heaved a sigh of relief. They turned back to continue their search. As soon as I noticed they were out of sight, I stood up and started my race again.
I thought I had escaped until I heard their voices again.
"Oh God, I'm dead." I cried silently as I continued to run, trying hard to increase my pace by the minute.
"There she is! Get her."
Come what may, I must escape. I can't die in this forest. It was at this crucial period that I blamed myself for refusing Dad's training. He had always asked me to join his recruit training.
"Dad, I'm so sorry for not listening to you. It'd have been an advantage to me now. Oh God! What do I do now? Why is there no one who can rescue me?"
I looked back as I saw that they were almost meeting up with my pace since I was getting tired already.
"Just pray, something might happen." My subconscious advised.
"Pray!" That's a thing I do not know how to do. I've forgotten how to pray. But I should at least offer my last prayer to the one who sees all. I stopped running, closed my eyes and offered my last prayer, more like a wish.
To be either saved now or die with ease. As I concluded the short prayer, a bright blinding light shone over my eyes and I squinted my eyes while trying to open them.
*
"Good morning" a voice called. "Huh!" My eyes opened in shock.
"Good morning?" I said aloud.
"Yes, good morning. You've been asleep for quite a long time."
And who the hell is speaking? I thought.
"Mom?"
So it was all a dream but who says dreams doesn't come true?
Samantha Gray was just a simple beautiful girl like every other girl in the world until that disaster struck which changed the girl’s mindset. She came back bold, strong and determined. She had that thirst to ruin something or rather someone but this time, with a new identity. The city’s sweetheart, Ryan Robin Anderson, was a young successful CEO. He was in dire need of a guard to protect him and without an idea of what was coming for him, his enemy was hired. Just around the same time, he came in contact with a strange woman with the mask. Ryan couldn’t help the feelings that he developed for this lady. Unknown to him, both his new found guard and the masked lady were just one person. Now, Samantha had unavoidable rules. Ryan shouldn’t know what her true identity was. She mustn’t fall for him. Despite her strong personality, would she be able to withstand what being around Ryan holds for her? Would she able to determine who to trust? “I’ve been employed to protect you from your business foes. But who would protect you from me?”
During her three years of marriage with Brendan, Adeline had become as humble as dust itself. However, what she got in return wasn't love and affection, but endless indifference and disdain. Worse yet, when the woman in Brendan's heart suddenly showed up, he further distanced himself from her. Finally, Adeline couldn't stand it anymore and asked for a divorce. After all, why should she stay with such a cold, distant man? The next one would surely be better. Brendan watched as his ex-wife left with her luggage in tow. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he made a bet with his friends. "She'll definitely regret leaving and will come crawling back to me in no time." After hearing about this bet, Adeline sneered. "Dream on!" A few days later, Brendan ran into his ex-wife in a bar. It turned out she was celebrating her divorce. Not long after, he noticed that the damned woman seemed to have a new suitor. Brendan was starting to panic. The woman who had clung to him for three years suddenly didn't seem to give a damn about him. What was he going to do?
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"