After running away from home seven years ago to escape a loveless arranged marriage, Karina Wilder has finally mastered up the courage to be back in her small town of Ruthwell in Washington DC. She's ready for a second chance with her parents and the people who used to be her friends back in High School and most of all, she's ready to tell her parents that she's about to become a bride. But the small town hasn't changed as much in the past seven years and no one seems to have forgotten her betrayal or seem anywhere near ready to forgive her for her past mistakes. Everywhere she goes, she's met with hostility and anger and it's thinning out her chances of redemption ever second. Now, how does she tell her parents and her friends that not only has she moved on in her life, further than anyone had ever anticipated, but she's happy and successful in what she does? Most of all, how does she tell everyone that she isn't marrying a man, but the woman of her dreams?
"Hey, babe!" Gabriella's cheerful tone was the only thing keeping me from turning my car around and heading back the way I came. "I know you're immensely stressed right now, and I wish I could be there with you to take the blow, share some of your pain, but you know I can't. It's going to make matters worse and you've done enough running away already. Just be careful, baby. And promise to call me at least ten times every day! I love you! And you know I'm always with you. Bye."
I removed the phone from my ears and stared at the screen for a good five minutes. Gabby's smiling face stared back at me. Her dark hair was blowing back from her diamond shaped face in the wind, highlighting a thousand shades of blue and her electric blue eyes were filled with joy and laughter. Her smile was contagious; it made the corner of my lips tilt upwards. But then my eyes shifted to the two storied Victorian styled house looming in the background of my phone, and my smile faltered.
This was a mistake. A huge, big, fat, fucking mistake. I was so glad to have left all this behind me when I ran but now I'm back again in dreaded Ruthwell and I have no idea what I should say or do to make everything better again. What could I possibly do to make this better?
Was there anything left to redeem? And why should I be the one feeling miserable and haunted when none of this had been my fault to begin with?
Dear God! It really has been seven years hasn't it? Seven years since I'd felt my brothers affectionate embrace; seven years since my mother had served me her delicious home cooked meals and seven years since my father had given me an affectionate pat on the head for achieving something for myself and making the family proud.
But...has it really been just seven years?
The last time my brother had given me a hug had been when he had been going off to college twelve years ago. The last time my mom even remembered to cook me my favourite meal was on my sixteenth birthday when all of my friends from school were coming over to celebrate. And the last time my dad had given me an affectionate pat on the back was when I was in sixth grade and had won the inter-school dance competition and the prize money worth five hundred dollars.
My brother had always been the gem of the family while I'd been the unwanted offspring, the disappointment and a surprise child they never wanted. Which was why my dad hadn't even thought twice before setting up an arranged marriage between me and his best friend's son, without even bothering to ask me first if I wanted to get married at eighteen. Or even get married at all?
I would never forget the day that he decided to tell me his decision; it's forever etched into my mind. Because he hadn't asked...he had just decided...just went ahead and made the biggest decision of my life for me.
He wouldn't listen to my pleas, nor did he even want to consider sending me to the New York Dance Academy first and develop a career before my wedding. I'd won a scholarship at an inter-state dance competition and I had been so excited to tell my parents that I'd finally made my dream come true, but instead I'd gotten the biggest shock of my life.
After that I had been forbidden to go outside of my house, even to dance classes; my father had thought that my dance teacher was putting ideas in my head. He's always been one of those firm conservative men who believe that a woman's place was in the kitchen and on her husband's bed.
The next few days before the wedding, I had tried my hardest to convince him to send me to New York. I had promised to return all the money he had spent on my education and dance lessons if he did so, but he had refused all logic and reason. I was to be wed in a week and that was his final verdict.
Neither my mother, nor my brother had been of any help. My brother had straight out refused to talk to me and my mother had bowed her head and agreed to everything my dad had to say. It was on my wedding day that I'd finally decided that enough was enough and I'd taken matters into my own hands. I couldn't stand being underestimated and treated like an object any longer.
Being married off would mean the end of my dance career and that felt like dying a thousand painful deaths before death actually came for me.
So I'd run away from home, taking whatever money that I'd made from the dance competitions that I'd participated in so far and made it to the bus station without getting caught. From there I'd called Miss Lydia Stonewall, my dance teacher, and she had arranged for me to go to New York and fulfil my dream by not only providing me monetary support, but mental support as well. It was easy to say that she had been the one to change my life completely.
But that had been seven years ago. Now, I was finally back in town, thanks to Gabby's persuasion; sitting in the driver's seat of the car that I'd rented from the hotel and debating whether or not I should go say 'hi' to my parents.
If only things were that easy. Ruthwell was the least forgiving town I've ever known and I highly doubt anyone was going to be as accepting of me as Gabby's parents had been.
'None of it was your fault, you know that and so do I. But from what you've told me of your hometown, they're going to be very hard on you.' Gabby had warned me.
'Then why are you forcing me to go back there? You know I hate that place!' I'd shouted, not understanding why she was doing this. We'd had a big argument that night but Gabby, not for the first time, had been my voice of reason.
'Because I know you miss them, Kiki.' She'd spoken calmly, without raising her voice for one single second. 'And don't you dare try to deny it. My parents love you, sometimes even more than they love me, but they're not the people who gave birth to you. It's unconditional love, Kyra. Make amends with them. You haven't spoken to them for seven years now. You've changed so much and so have they. Show them how much you've grown; show them how much you've achieved! Make them see you.'
And I'd ended up listening to her just like I did every time. And that's how I ended up here...in front of the house that I was born in, in the same town that I had never thought about returning to in the last seven years.
I sighed for the millionth time and rubbed at my eyes. I hadn't been able to sleep properly for the past week just thinking about how I would face my parents. I had stayed up all night while Gabby had slept peacefully next to me. At least she was a good pretender.
I knew she'd been awake too, worrying about me, but she still hadn't made me take back the promise I'd made to her about seeing my parents before our wedding. So I'd packed in silence, kissed her goodbye as she pretended to sleep and left our apartment as quietly as possible as the sun rose in the horizon.
Gathering all the courage that I could master at the moment, I got out of the car and locked it behind me. The cool autumn breeze ruffled my blonde hair back from my face and I pulled my jacket tighter around my body to keep me warm. My hands and legs were freezing by now, not so much from the cold as it was from nervousness and I rubbed my hands together as I forced my legs to move towards my house.
The white picket fence was spotless as I crossed the threshold and my dad's old Mustang was still shining bright red through the open garage door. Nothing seems to have changed at all, this place looked frozen in time. And that's how I was expecting the people inside the house to be as well.
Well...at least I was trying. At least I was trying to be the better person.
I climbed up the couple stairs to the patio and rapped my knuckles three times on the wooden door. I remembered my mother always liked it when people did that, knock instead of ring the bell, but I never really knew the reason why. But maybe...now that I was here, I could ask her about it. Ask her all the things that I had missed out on all these years.
It wasn't long before I heard her soft footfalls from the other side of the door. It wasn't long before I heard her soft, melodic voice muffled through the mahogany wood.
"Coming!"
A wave of nostalgia hit me as I felt my stomach churn with nerves. This was it. I was finally going to see my parents, my brother, after seven whole years!
How many times had I stood in this same spot, knocking on my door as I'd come back from school? How many nights had I sat on the patio stairs with my best friend and gazed at the stars in the sky? How many nights had my mother sat on these same stairs as she watched me and my friends run amuck in the gardens as she smiled her sweet smile?
It was all coming back to me now. The emotions were so overwhelming that I felt my eyes cloud with tears and then, before I could even prepare myself-
"Who is i-"
My mother stood facing me, the door partially open and a rapidly fading smile on her face as soon as she saw me.
Her hair was shorter now, just below her ears and she looked older that I could remember her. She was also a foot shorter than me in heels and her face had several wrinkles and fine lines that hadn't been there before.
She'd ages, gotten older while I was away. And I had missed all that. I'd missed her so much!
"Mom!" I chocked out and raised my arms to embrace her-
SLAM!
Kai Hunter is H University’s biggest player and heartbreaker. Known for his good looks and for being one of the brightest students on campus, he is one of the most eligible bachelors that everyone wants to ‘tame’. However, everything changes when freshman Night Winters becomes his new dorm mate. Kai is instantly attracted to the hot, young freshman who he had caught having a one-night stand at a bar and hasn’t been able to get out of his mind ever since. Night is openly gay, but Kai has been into girls his whole life…or so he thought. Can he let go of his pride and accept Night for who he is? Or will Night forever be forced to be just his dirty little secret, under the sheets, inside the closed doors to their dorm? However, Night is hiding secrets that can break the fragile foundation of their relationship at any time, and if Kai waits any longer…he just might end up losing the only person precious to him.
Kimhan, Kim, needs to produce an heir in order to rule over the empire that his father built from scratch, but since he can’t change what’s in his heart, he will need to change ways to produce an heir. So the only option left is to ask his best friend, Kanya, to become his surrogate. She’s the only one who had always understood him and accepted him for who he was. However, when Kanya’s younger brother Kit decides to follow her to the mafia household for her protection, Kim is instantly drawn to the boy at first sight. From the moment both of them laid eyes on each other, it’s the beginning of their endgame. But being a part of the criminal world is full of dangers. Is Kim willing to let Kit enter his world despite the fear that he could lose his life at any moment? Or will he let go of the only ray of light he has left in his dark, dark world.
Mikalya Carnell, a woman born into a cursed pack where women are nothing but birthing machines. The first female alpha in the world. But to become the Alpha, she had to commit a crime that haunts her an eternity later. Now she a lone wolf, a rogue that has no place but the one she made on her own and she’s happy being left alone. But an Alpha can’t stay alone forever without forming a pack and inevitably, she begins drawing wolves to her. Abhay Raichand is a photographer who meets this mysterious woman in the deserts of Rajasthan, who looks like a foreigner and is instantly drawn to her. But whenever he is around her, he feel the chill of the mountains and a reoccurring dream of his impending death. However, despite the sense of danger, he cannot help but continue to fall in love with her. Will Mikalya finally settle down and let Abhay into her life? And will Abhay be able to convince her that she was chosen as the Alpha for a reason?
Miaka Von Speltsper, the myth, the legend and the daughter of two Gods. Miaka, the Demon King and the head of the Dark Council is the most powerful demon ever known to mankind, but she has a secret. She’s a hybrid. And the world she lives in has hunted down and eliminated every single hybrid in all the dimensions. But now…someone knows her secret, someone who has the power to destroy her. However, the world is changing and one of those changes is Kaleb Takeshi, the man with extraordinary eyes who has stolen Miaka’s heart with just one glance. But there is something about Kaleb that Miaka can sense but can’t describe. And not only is he human, he’s an enemy who has decided to give his loyalty to her. In this world of lies, deceit and betrayal; can Miaka trust her heart or will she have to choose century’s old traditions to stay alive? Because if she dies, it will truly be the end of the world.
No one can escape the Moon Goddesses wrath…and Clay and Flora had been no exception. Torn apart and their memories completely erased, Clay and Flora are now living separate lives, completely unaware of each other. But things have changed drastically. Clay is no longer the Alpha apparent to the ReedStone pack, but a Rogue Alpha, while Flora is at Lindersay, working as a healer and a worshipper of the Moon Goddess. But even though fate isn’t on their side, destiny has tied them together forever as they meet once again, but this time as enemies. Will Clay and Flora be able to go back to the way they were and fall in love all over again? Or will the power of the Moon Goddess prevail over their undying love?
Sia Milton is in desperate need of a bodyguard. Once she was no better than a slave, sold to an older man by her father to do as he pleased, but after she had her freedom, she had promised her son to always protect him. But when the threat returns, she has no choice but to turn to Julian Turner. Julian is a proud playboy with a disastrous reputation that might very well lead to the end of his career. Rightfully nicknamed Hades, he's a devil of a bodyguard and an even bigger devil in bed. But he now had one chance to redeem himself or say goodbye to his inheritance. Imagining an easy job, he accepts to help Sia, only to be smitten by her the very instant he lays eyes on her. But with danger lurking at every corner, will Julian and Sia be able to realize their love for each other before it is too late? Or will danger strike before they have a chance to be together?
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To exact revenge on her treacherous fiancé, Yvonne enticed Clayton into a liaison that promised advantages for both. Yet, when Yvonne spotted a woman resembling her at Clayton’s side, she recognized she was nothing more than a substitute. Discovering Clayton’s upcoming wedding, she departed with a generous severance sum. “Clayton, this is truly the end,” she declared resolutely. On the very day Yvonne was set to marry someone else, Clayton showed up, desperation clear in his eyes as he dropped to his knees. “Yvonne, please, don’t go through with it. Don’t marry him.”
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
I pressed my lips against his and stole his sweet, savory taste, not ready to end the sweet moment. I licked my lips seductively and whispered. "Despite your age, I love you." Sarah was obsessed with the man of her dreams, despite knowing that their love was forbidden and would be disapproved by her father and others. She held onto the many beautiful dreams she had of being with him, wishing for them to come true. She found herself in love with her father's best friend, a very handsome man who had been rejected by his wife. Her desire was to show him what true love really meant. When her father received a job transfer,Sarah saw it as a perfect opportunity to be with him. The situation improved even more when she realized they would be living under the same roof.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"