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.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ āI want to get a divorce, Mark,ā I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first timeāeven though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
" Don't say anymore word than you already have, don't..." I stuck a finger out at him, sauntering away on my heels when a hand wrapped itself around my arm. Breathlessly he whispered, "You know that I do love you and...fine, what exactly was I supposed to do?" "Protect me and stand up for me. That is what you do for someone who you claim you love!" ************ Out to spite her ex-boyfriend after he had broken up with her on her birthday, Daphne slept with a stranger who turned out to be his uncle while trying to rebuff his words that she was unwanted by others. Was she ready for the wild chase that followed when he found out years later that she had been pregnant with his heirs and that she had been hiding the truth all this while? Faced with the ruthless CEO, known as the beast, who wasn't ready to back down, Daphne does everything possible to make sure her kids wouldn't be taken from her, but what happens when love gets in the mix of it all? Would she be able to conquer these weird feelings and give in her all amidst her scars? And with how deadly he turned out to be? And faced with her ex who still wants her back, what choice is she going to make?
On her wedding night, Natalie's stepmother set her up to marry Jarvis, a disfigured and disabled man. Fortunately, she managed to escape, but little did she know that later she would fall for the man she was betrothed to.Jarvis pretended to be a poor man, but he didn't think that he'd fall head over heels for this woman.Their life went on until one day, Natalie found out her boyfriend's little secret."Huh? How could you have billions of dollars' worth of assets?" she asked in disbelief.Jarvis didnāt know how to respond.Being met with silence, she gritted her teeth angrily. "They said that you couldn't walk, but as far as I can see, you're strong enough to run a marathon."Still, he remained silent.Natalie continued, "They even said that you only have a few years to live. What about now?"Finally, Jarvis opened his mouth to explain. "Honey, this is all just a misunderstanding. Please calm down. Think about the baby.""Jarvis Braxton!"The man knelt down immediately.
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?"
Compelled by her dad's dilemma and the looming fate of their business, Irene agreed to become Braydon's lover. To outsiders, Braydon seemed invulnerable, yet only Irene was privy to the tempestuous passions he unleashed behind closed doors. Gradually, Irene found herself tangled in the intricate emotional snare Braydon had woven, her heart craving more, only to be shattered by the revelation of his engagement. Devastated, she left and soon encountered Braydon's archrival. It was then that the formidable Braydon confronted the esteemed surgeon Dr. Mitchell, all in a fierce struggle over Irene.
In the fifth year of marriage, Rylan had an affair with a somewhat famous internet celebrity. His friends asked him, "If Stella finds out and wants a divorce and half of your assets, what will you do?" He laughed disdainfully while smoking, "Stella, she's just someone who throws herself at me, loves me to death, and can't leave me." Later, when I presented him with the divorce agreement, he cried and tried to hold on. But, cold wine can still be warmed, how can a cold heart be warmed?