A Queen falls in love with a eunuch in a faraway kingdom.
Her cheeks were as rosy as the deep bright expensive pink lipstick she was wearing. The same colour he always told her she looked good in; the same lips that mesmerized him when he planted his on hers. Her jewel adorned hair was as dark as the mascara that was starting to run down her cheeks. She had hopes of making him hers, on this very tragic day but now, he wasn't the man whom she was going to be standing at the altar with. Infact, this man was now deceased and never to resurface in this world. He was now lying in his freshly dug grave.
He had been shot dead in a 'freak accident' that left everyone including her confused.
She remembered his eyes, deep eyes full of passion, deep eyes revealing an unfathomable mind hidden behind those very eyes, a personality that made her fall for him in the first instance.
Her smile was as fake as her happiness while she spoke to the dress-up artist who gazed upon her with deep pity. She gazed into the gigantic, fancy mirror; her stunning green eyes penetrating the glass. What sat in front of the mirror was a girl whose heart had just been ripped apart, an unwilling bride in an expensive pink wedding dress, about to walk the aisle, wedded away to a strange and dangerous man she neither knew nor loved.
She could have run away. She could have not come for her own wedding but she remembered her mother's words...
"You know if you even dare to do it, you'll be next. You know that lover boy of yours didn't die by accident! He will end you too." The fear in her mother's voice had given her chills.
"Do you not like the colour of the dress again, Miss?" The artist who was working on her asked as she noticed the young woman was drowned, deep in thought, and with despair. She personally had designed her dress in all colours known to exist; even a red one and a black one. She had done beautiful make-up on her but now, she had ruined it. Of course, it was just a general question as she could tell her troubles were deeper than the colour of a petty wedding dress. The bride ignored the question.
The music could be heard playing in the hall, getting louder, as loud as her heart that was now thundering in her chest. This was it. If she did not do something now, her life would be ruined forever.
"Shall I go call your mother again, miss?" The artist asked as the young bride broke down into tears; vicious tears of rage and pain that she stood up and broke the giant flower vase sitting on the dresser, sending it crushing on the floor in pieces. Her arm waved off the makeup on the dresser to the floor and the makeup artist cowered in a corner as the angry bride-to-be unleashed her storms of wrath.
She ran out screaming for the mother, leaving the bride crashed on the floor in a squatting position, her floral pink dress lay spread out and wet from the water that had been spilled from the broken flower vase. The day was like a bad dream to her. The events unfolding in that very time frame were surreal to her. She wondered how such an injustice could happen in such a free country like hers. Moments later a slim and tall woman flung the door open and stopped midway with her jaw dropped.
"What have you done? You have ruined your dress, you ungrateful girl!" She scolded the bride as she made her way amongst the broken glass and pieces of flowers, lifting folds of the drenched expensive dress from the wet floor.
The bride let out loud cries as the angry woman lifted her like an inanimate object. Her face was contorted into a frown.
"Mom, please don't make me do this!" She pleaded with the middle aged woman who had birthed her. A woman who had born nothing for her except a cold heart of stone for as long as she could remember.
"Don't make you do what!?" The woman retorted. "You're an ungrateful person! After all me and your father have done for you, you refuse to make this small sacrifice?" She heaved in the bride's face.
"Hhhah!" She signed a deep sigh of resignation.
At that moment another young woman entered, almost the age of the bride. Her golden locks plummeted down the hind of her slim figure as she adjusted her bridesmaids' dress. "Mother, the service is about to begin. What's taking her so long?!" She stopped midway gazing at her sister and her face turned from happy to utter sadness.
"Sapphire! Should I remind you again what will happen if you don't marry that ruthless man?" Her mother asked.
"Why can't someone else do it? Why does it always have to be me to fix your problems." The bride cried with regret in her voice.
"Because he chose you , my child, out of the two of your sisters!" She expressed to the bride, combing her hair back in place.
"Why do I always have to suffer for the sake of other people?"
The angry mother grabbed her hand in rage and turned the bride who had been looking away, towards her. "We are not just other people! We are your family! And what will you do if I make you do this?" The woman seemed to challenge her. The hate in her eyes bore into the young bride.
"Mother, but he is old! He has children my age!" She wept. "I don't think I can survive living with him. You can as well prepare for my funeral!"
"What did you say?" The woman raged. "You,
always overdramatic and selfish. You're going to die now? When we found you a man who can take care of you for the rest of your life without you having to lift a finger? Do you know how many women would trade anything to be in your position right now?" She rolled her eyes.
"But I don't want to be taken care of, I have a life to live!" Her plea was silent this time as she had realized nothing was going to move this vain woman she called mother to help her in any shape, way or form.
"Well, when I married your father he was older than me by many years, and look at us now, happily married." She said to her, sitting her back down on the chair and kissing her forehead. The woman smothered her young daughter with her false love.
"Just remember if you don't do this, there are probably five graves dug out for each of us, your family members and you really don't want to test the wrath of that old, sly man."
She left, leaving the sisters hugging and crying together.
When the time came, it seemed her world had almost crashed. Her dream for a future had melted away right in front of her eyes, as her frame slowly drifted towards the altar, her now, new white wedding dress flowed behind her like a river of snow; the people awed marveling at the adorned woman passing to the front while the groom followed in his night black suit. Not only had he invited his relatives to witness this deed deemed shameful in the eyes of society but this wealthy influential man had also attracted a lot of media attention. Now the bride was horrified as the cameras flashed, blinding her. Now her marriage was not just a humiliation to her but to the whole country; a twenty three year old woman taken as a slave bride by the wealthy forty seven year old billionaire. Even his own children feigned happiness hiding their disgust. His own ex-wife had come to witness this marriage with her own eyes. She did not remember much of the wedding except for the 'I do's' which she had hesitantly uttered as her voice shook. She only remembered the exact moment her head was popping out the car window, her voice shouting for her parents as the decorated car drove away disappearing into the buildings of the city. She did remember when he called her a disgusting ungroomed bumpkin as a woman pulled her back into the car.
"Sedate her, we don't want her causing chaos and drawing any attention!" His voice was calm and deep as he sat next to the driver in the front.
"Okay master!" The woman next to her had answered him and the next moment, she had drawn out a syringe with a large needle from a first aid box and Sapphire remembered yanking herself away in panic as the woman grabbed her arm, and sank the needle deep into the upper joint. As the silhouettes of the street buildings passed by the window, her vision faded away with the sunset and her sadness sunk with her into a very deep sleep.
In a historical world of greatness and the supreme; Atlantis, there dwells supernaturals and the mundane. A young woman, Anathi is born with a secret she is obliged to live by, hiding it in the shadows of her bleak life. It is when one day her secret of being a werewolf is leaked during a break out of a vicious war between humans and wolfmen, a war stirred by political animosity, that she discovers she is the only one of her kind in the world, a powerful white werewolf, the twin incarnation of the wolf prince, son of the moon goddess... incarnated in flesh in a feminine form. She realises all this time she had been oblivious to the fact that destiny fated her the one to save mankind from extinction, and only she is capable of this daunting task.
When true love find its course, nothing can get in the way. Yaniah thinks she has found the love of her life, in kind billionaire, Daniel Hartford but then she is shuttered when she finds out the love of her life is already in love with someone else. Things quickly take a dark turn when her love turns into a dangerous obsession.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
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.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
Eveline married Shane, an obstetrician, at the age of 24. Two years later, when she was five months pregnant, Shane aborted the baby himself and proceeded to divorce her. It was during these dark times that Eveline met Derek. He treated her tenderly and gave her warmth like she had never known before. He also caused her the greatest pain she ever had to endure. Eveline only grew stronger after everything she experienced, but would she be able to bear the truth when it was finally revealed? Who was Derek behind his charismatic facade? And what would Eveline do once she found out the answer?
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!