Heiress and artist Heather Presley-Hale is deeply in love with her ruthless but loving husband, Sebastian Hale, the newly appointed CEO of Hale Industries. But when tragedy caused them to be separated along with their kids, fate tries to find a way to bring them back. Will Sebastian and Heather be able to rekindle their lost love or will Heather stay hidden and live under the identity of Claire Smith a loving wife to an abusive husband, Marcus Smith, and a mother to Hunter Smith
A woman wrapped in thick layers of bandages and a sore body woke up after weeks in a coma. She heard the cries of a baby on the side and the sound of a man calling on to the medical staff to enter.
"She's awake! My fiancee, she's awake!" He called out.
"Heather!" He cried but the woman lying on the bed couldn't hear his words clearly. "Claire?" He tried once again.
She closed her eyes once more feeling disoriented. She couldn't remember anything, she didn't know who the man was and she couldn't recognize her surroundings.
When she woke up for the second time a team of doctors was in her ward explaining what had happened.
"You were in an accident and experienced a stroke that caused memory loss during labor. We are not sure how long before you can regain your memories." The man in a white coat and thick glasses explained with a CT scan of her brain.
Once they left the woman was puzzled and clueless. She didn't know who the people in her room were but she knew she needed to trust them.
"Don't think too much sweetheart. You'll get your memories back." Marcus said as he pour a glass of warm water for her.
"What's my name?"
"Your name is Claire, 26 and I'm Marcus Smith your fiance." Claire's eyes landed on the baby in an acrylic crib on the side who was quietly speaking.
"That is our baby boy. I wanted to wait for you to wake up before we name him. Do you want to see him?" She paused for a while and only stared blankly at the baby before she nodded a little signaling Marcus to carry the baby in his arms. He then handed her the tiny human who was peacefully awake, his head covered with a baby blue knitted bonnet.
"He's beautiful," Claire whispered. He had the most beautiful set of blue eyes, far from the brown eyes the man who claimed as his father has.
She may not remember the time she was pregnant with him but she already knows she loves him. What brings her doubt is that she doesn't know if she should trust Marcus or not.
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Sitting down on her stool, Heather Presley stared at the white canvas waiting for it to paint itself. Her mind swirled around thinking about her loveless marriage with her husband Sebastian Hale. She wasn't like this before as she always focused on doing her commissioned work.
Ever since she was a teenager, her paintings were already selling thousands to millions of dollars, she was a protege. Bright, rich, and beautiful. Women her age envied her lavish life, while bachelor's flew from around the world to ask for her hand in marriage. But she only had her heart for Sebastian who eventually became her husband.
As much as she wished for things to be better and for him to be able to accept her, he was never able to bring himself to.
"Earth to Heather!" A tall handsome man with curly brown hair and a thick Latino accent called onto her snapping her out of her trance.
"Oh, Fabio do you need anything?" Heather said mindlessly. Fabio is a sculptor and instructor in Presley Art Studio and holds sculpting classes there as well. He works closely with Heather, who owns the studio located in Hale Industries headquarters.
He stared into her sickly face worriedly asking, "You look quite pale, are you sure you're good to work today?" Heather moved back a little when he brushed her face with his rough hands.
"It's nothing!" She brushed off, "I haven't been able to sleep well lately. A good night's rest would cure this up." It was the truth as she wasn't able to sleep last night, racking her brains about her impending divorce from Sebastian Hale.
Last night when she got home a little early, she decided to tidy up Sebastian's study where she saw the draft of the divorce papers. Her heart was crushed to pieces but she didn't cry as she had expected it all the while. 'He's never going to love me,' she said to herself and she prepared herself. But no amount of preparation can actually ease the pain and disappointment she was feeling.
Not feeling quite well, she felt the need to throw up and ran straight to the bathroom where she bawled her stomach out. After a few minutes, she settled down on the ground feeling the vibration of her phone in her pockets.
'A new cycle is about to start, don't forget to log your period'
Her brows frowned realizing the possibility but decided to throw it under the rug.
"That's impossible, Sebastian and I only did it once." She said to herself. She stood up rejecting the idea and concluded that her period may be coming soon, but her body has been sending her different signals throughout the day and caused her to topple a little, luckily she quickly caught her footing.
After that, she went back to her seat and started mixing the colors for her painting. Suppressing her dizziness she went about her day normally until it was time to get off.
Driving herself home, though hesitant she dropped by at a nearby pharmacy to buy some testing kits just to ease her anxiety.
'I can't be pregnant' she whispered to herself multiple times over until she reached the mansion she shares with Sebastian and parked her Jeep in the garage.
As expected, Sebastian wasn't home yet. They didn't have any stay-in housekeepers or cooks so she had to make supper for herself. She found a few packs of pasta and picked out a fresh tomato from the garden. There weren't many stocks in the house as the couple merely do the groceries or take their meals together. They mostly see each other when it was time to sleep.
After dinner, she cleaned up and went straight to her room. After doing her skincare, she opened the packet and laid down the contents on the counter.
As it was her first time she read over the directions before doing the test. She paced back and forth waiting for a good 3 minutes before the results popped out.
"Sh*t"
After killing his tyrant father, Alpha River who now runs West Wind Pack, is disturbed by the many enemies the previous alpha left behind. Although he tries to make peace, there are still hundreds out for revenge. One of them was Circe, a witch who vowed to kill River after what his father did to her entire coven. However things started to change when she finds out he was fated mate. Will she keep the promise she have for her coven, or will she embrace this new found happiness her mate is giving her.
26 year old Eliza Jones has been in a sugar relation with 62 year old Billionaire, Robert Whitlock for 2 years now. Based in LA, she's landed different jobs to support her grandmother's medical needs as well as be able to send her brother to college. Despite the rather unconventional set up, she finds her life peaceful. Not until she was torn between her loyalty to her sugar daddy and her new attraction for the younger Alexander, another rich man trying to win her heart. But what she didn't know was that Alexander is actually the son of Robert and is heir to his empire.
Young couple Ellery Grant and Zachary Bianchi always had a blissful relationship. They met in a very unusual circumstance but fell in love deeply and passionately with each other. Their love however has been met by different obstacles, one being Zachary's father who detests Ellery and sends her to prison for a crime she did not commit. After being robbed of five years of her life, Ellery now returns to bring back something the Ford stole from her, but will she be able to challenge this family? Someone with a great name and power in the world, now that she was left with nothing?
Olive Petsch thought that her simple was going to be perfect. She works as a veterinarian which she loves and was going to get married to her long-term boyfriend Allan. But everything went sour when she got fired from her job and came home to her fiance who was admitted to getting her best friend pregnant. Just then she was contacted to attend to a rich man Guissepi Morreti's sick pet snake and was tasked to move into his home and care for the reptile. With nowhere else to go she agreed and gets her life intertwined with the Italian businessman who runs the world's biggest mafia group.
Being born out of an affair between a doctor-mother and a politician father, Ellery James has been seen as a scandalous mistake by both her parents. Despite this, she tries to do everything in perfection in hopes to please them both someday with her decorated career in ballet dancing. Not wanting to disappoint her mother further she gives in and agrees to be married to the son of her mother's long-time friend in exchange for a promotion for her at the hospital. She now struggles to try to overcome the pressures of becoming perfect in front of her dance director, a perfect daughter to her mom but a broken wife to her cold and happy-go-lucky husband. Dylan White is a successful businessman and active sportsman. Living his carefree life he married the careful Ellery to please his father and to take revenge against his ex-girlfriend who cheated on him. Feeling bored by his wife's perfectionist lifestyle, he vows to annoy her every day. But when he realizes how shattered his wife is, he makes it a point to try to save her from the depths of darkness and trauma she's been in all her life.
Persephone Wilson has buried everything that happened 4 years ago between her and Theodore Huxley in the past. She used to be irresponsible and outgoing and lived under her older brother's wing. But after getting her heart broken she decided to escape. Living a new life happily in a new country with her little girl. But when her daughter was diagnosed with a rare blood disease, though reluctant she had to do everything in her power to save her. Theodore Huxley on the other hand was stuck with a void in his heart no one can ever fill. He was on top of his career and was ruthless than ever. Engaged to be married to a wonderful and brilliant lawyer. But upon seeing his blue eyes on the little girl, he was caught in a dilemma.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
"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?"
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.
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn't ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah's ocean eyes.it wasn't looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly "Calm down.I'm not going to hurt you.I'm not going to hurt you."I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
While Sienna reached the pinnacle of her success, Julian remained the forgotten son of his family, the one who had secretly stolen her first kiss in the shadows of the night. As Sienna hit her darkest moment, Julian returned home, leaving his life behind, only to witness her tears glistening in the moonlight as she reluctantly accepted another man's proposal. When Sienna needed Julian more than ever, he had risen to a position of power and had become her most steadfast pillar of support. "Please marry me." There was no one else in the world who could love Sienna as deeply as Julian did.