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Akishara Shane Pershey Santiago Adejar, a.k.a. ''Pershey Adejar'', is a wealthy and famous model slash influencer student at the University de Forde. The son of the university's owner is Neil Samson, the man Pershey fantasizes about every single day. Back then, they all called her "weird", a "nerd", and nicknamed her "the old woman who always carries books". When Neil humiliates her in front of her schoolmates, Pershey decides to change everything about her life-including her habit of fantasizing about him. She joins the modeling industry to redeem herself and mend her self-worth. Her new career changes her entire world... Even the man she used to only dream of eventually falls in love with her. Will their story turn into a happily-ever-after? Or is her seemingly perfect new life just a forged illusion?
Chapter 1
Pershey was holding a stack of books when she got out of the car. She carries them to the University. She is wearing a gray uniform and a black skirt. Hair tied up, messy and obviously she's still sleepy. Her face is disfigured and there are still traces of drowsiness.
"You look so gorgeous with your uncombed hair, Pershey," Iries said, her mortal enemy. She was the daughter of her mother's sister. She's beautiful, have a white skin, smooth and tall. In fact, she looks like an angel with horns.
She's her cousin but they do not get along. They are not close. Iries would often scold her even though she was not doing anything to her.
"Really?" She asked while raising her left eyebrow.
She hadn't even stepped on the stairs when Iries grabbed her arm. "Why?" she asked Iries.
"Comb your hair," Iries said angrily before leaving. Pershey was stunned for a moment by what Iries said.
"Stay away!" Zoe, Iries' friend, ordered her.
"H-huh?" She asked.
"I said get out of my way, nerd," she said. Pershey just smiled and continued walking.
She was holding the books tightly as she walked down the corridor but her mind was flying so she could no longer notice who she was meeting.
At the end of the corridor, a group of men were exiting. They were followed by women who seemed to be their guards. Their faces show the tremor they feel. Someone was screaming as the men followed.
There was some nude shirtless, wearing basketball shorts. Almost everyone is sweaty, dripping sweat on their bodies that causes women to scream.
The two of them are holding balls. Another had a white towel slung over his shoulder. The first walker has a turban on his forehead. That group consisted of six men. They are university basketball players. They are Samuel, Bryan, Draek, Toff, James and Neil.
They were busy talking to the women they were walking with. Almost all of them talk to women except Neil.
Neil Samson is the son of the owner of the University de Forde where he was studying. Neil was an aggressive young man. Playful with women. Anyone is crazy. He's a playboy. He hasn't had a girlfriend yet and he still hasn't fallen in love with anyone but he has disappointed many feelings.
Who's woman can't be fascinated by him? He's almost a perfect guy. He has thick eyebrows, attractive lashes that almost beat women's eyes with the extra length and whip of his lashes. He has pinkish lips. His face was smooth almost glistening. His skin was white and smooth. His height is 6'1. The body is muscular and there are bewitching dimples on both cheeks every time he smiles.
Meanwhile, Pershey was still walking while reading a book. It was only a few steps before he reached their room.
Neil was also busy using his cellphone while he was walking.
"I am only here but you cannot see me, my love. Can't you really see me or just- "
"Shit!"
"S-sorr-"
" Are you blind?"
She stopped. Stunned. She did not notice who she would meet because she was busy reading.
The attention of the students are already focused on them.
"Are you blind, huh ?!" Neil shouted at her.
"S-sorry. I-I didn't notice you," Pershey's apology. She bowed her head because she felt so embarrassed.
She heard the whispers of the students. She just ignored it. She could feel many eyes staring at her.
"Maybe her eyes are blurry, Neil," Draek teases her. Pershey looked like a gentle sheep as she made a bow in front of Neil. She feels so embarrassed.
When they collided, the book that Pershey was reading fell so she picked it up.
She stayed where she was until she noticed that the group of men and other students were leaving.
"Such a stupid," she heard a student say. Perhaps, they don't remember what Pershey has already accomplished at their university.
"Are you a lamp, Pershey?" Iries asked her standing in front of her. She immediately stood up and walked away. She ignored Iries because she already knew what she was going to say. "Don't you know him, Pershey?" Iries was still standing at the back of her.
In fact, Pershey knew Neil very well. She almost became a stalker of him.
Pershey paused for a moment to neatly stack the books she was carrying.
Pershey looked at her "Good morning, Iries." and she smiled. Iries got irritated.
"Grr! Nerd!"
Iries walked out with irritation. Again, Pershey continued to walk. She stopped in front of their door when she noticed that all the students were looking at her. She knows what they are thinking. She noticed the laughter and whispers of the students which she ignored and just sat.
"Good morning, Pershey," Leighden, her bestfriend, greeted her. She did not immediately pay attention to Leighden's greeting. She jua ignored her. She focused her attention back to the book she had been reading. "You're blushing, Pershey," she said again. Pershey closed her eyes a few times at what Leighden had told her. She also immediately touched both her cheeks. She felt the coldness on her face.
"Blushing?" Pershey raised her left eyebrow. She felt nervous. Leighden laughed quickly.
"N-no, you're not, Pershey."
Pershey laughed slightly and looked back at the book.
Leighden came a little closer to see Pershey's facial expression better. "So what happened earlier?" She waited for Pershey's respond. Pershey suddenly gave her a sarcastic look and she smiled after.
"Neil has noticed me, Leighden," Pershey tried to hide her emotions. Her feelings are overloaded. She cannot hide her spark anymore.
"Huh?" Leighden got confused. There was a wide smile on Pershey's face caused by the feeling of trembling. Earlier she was suppressing the thrill she was feeling.
"Has he noticed you yet? As in? A-are you sure?" Leighden was astonished at what Pershey had told her.
Gradually Pershey's cheek turned red. There's a butterfly in her stomach.
"Your ultimate crush bullied you, Pershey. He ignored you. He just embarrassed you," she added.
"But he still noticed me, Leighden. It's nice somehow he watched me," Pershey's defense.
"Bestie, look at yourself. Try to retouch yourself, Pershey. Try to use make up," Leighden suggested. Pershey just smiled at Leighden's opinion. In fact, she has no interest in make-up. She's used to being just that way or not even getting dressed up. She was comfortable with her appearance.
She resumed her reading. What Leighden had said could not be erased from her mind. She was still wondering if it was right for her to follow what Leighden said but that wasn't what she wanted. She was more used to curling her messy hair. She no longer bothered to comb her hair because it was soft and unkempt. She',s also used to wearing dollshoes. She is not accustomed to using hills. She prefers to wear sneakers and slippers rather than wearing a hills. She was also more comfortable wearing adult -looking glasses. She used to come in without make-up on her face. In short, she has confidence in herself. She does not care what people around her might say or saying.
"You're beautiful, Pershey," Leighden added. Pershey closed the book that covering her face. She looked back at Leighden who was currently watching her while smiling like a contented demon.
"Which part?" Pershey asked without emotion. In the tone of her voice, you can see the reluctance of her. You can't explain or understand how she feels.
Pershey removed her eyeglasses then she wipes it using some of her fingers, then she wear it again.
Leighden laughed. "How can Neil like you? Look! You look so nerd, Pershey. Don't you notice how you look? Didn't anyone tell you yet that you look like a nerd?"
Pershey sighed and she gave her a sarcastic looks. "But I can give whatever he wants," she defended again. She arrange her books again that are on her desk. "It doesn't matter if I looked so nerd. Love is beyond looks, Leighden. Always remember that love is beyond looks," she added. Full of deep emotion and deep meaning.
"Looks always win, Pershey. Love always seeks for a good looks. You didn't notice it yet? Looks are important," Leighden smiled after saying those words.
Pershey seriously answered her. "I don't need to change my looks for him. I want him to love me for who I am and not because I changed myself for him."
"You look like an old woman. In the way you dress, Pershey you look an old woman."
Pershey laughed with a mixture of irritation. "I know he'll fall inlove with me, soon," she smiled and stood up. "Just watch and learn, Leighden," she added and she blinked on her.
She walked out of their room. She didn't even pay attention to Leighden.
Leighden follows her. She knew that Leighden would tickle her again so she just kept walking.
Leighden silently followed her until they reached the library.
Ariella's simple but difficult life changed in an instant when she met a wealthy man named Anton in a famous bar where Anton was always there. The night they met, fate seems to have tied them together. In Ariella's desire to get out of poor life, she accepted Anton's offer. She married Anton even though she didn't know him much and she didn't love him very much at that moment. But over time, she learned to love Anton until she felt comfortable in the her luxurious life and in Anton's company. But with the return of Cindy, Anton's ex-fiance, the course of their relationship changed until their marriage and love grew cold. Thinking that Anton loved her so much, she did everything but that was not enough because Anton still loved Cindy. They divorced after just one year of marriage, and Anton returned to Cindy. Is there still a chance for them? Or will they end their love for each other?
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.