The heroine, Rival, fights the past that deprived her of her family, not knowing that during that battle she will lose her heart, who will fall in love with her first enemy.
Candy bar flavored with vanilla, strawberry pieces, melted chocolate, and our special dark sugar candy; You want the template to be in the shape of a ballerina wearing a floral dress, are there any extras?
Joan raised her blue eyes and asked the woman in her fifties who was celebrating her daughter's qualification in the famous local ballet competition. The lady smiled with satisfaction and exclaimed happily:
- I just want the template to be as I wished, and I want you to deliver it on time.
Joanne smiled solemnly:
We will make sure that you like it, my beautiful lady. I hope your daughter wins the competition.
The woman left, after paying part of the account, to enter Joan into the room - which is separated from the shop's gallery by an antique wooden door - to find Reval, Faten and Mrs. Nour actively making sweets, not without charming endless conversations. Joan exclaimed cheerfully:
- There is a new order, we must start preparing for it from now on, the mold is complicated.
Faten, twenty-three years old, exclaimed proudly:
- Nothing is difficult for women, my love. We will make it as we made others. The important thing is to see what materials it will require.
Rival finished decorating the mold in front of her and took it to the refrigerator in the corner of the small room and took a paper and a pen to write what the new mold needed, and got up after taking some money from the safe, she exclaimed as she headed outside:
- I'm going to the sugar factory and I'll buy the rest of the stuff from the market.
She looked at Joan and said with a warning:
- Help Aunt Noor make the sweets, and Faten will work outside until I come back, don't eat the cake.
Joanne nodded with a malicious smile and, with her wild imagination, painted the most delicious pictures of tasting the sugar candy she adores, while Reval took her small leather bag and left.
In front of the door of the "Dark Sugar" sweets shop, Rival stood receiving the cool morning breeze with two arms wide, before moving to the small car that she uses to deliver orders to roam between the narrow streets where one of the inhabited areas resembles the market and the shops.
She arrived at the factory to bring many types of sugar and passed her way to select the coloring pigments for sweets and some fruits. She went shopping for three hours and then came back carrying the car with the cooler case with everything she needed.
She rested her head on the steering wheel and exhaled tiredly before standing up and jumping out of the car with one movement and starting to put her purchases in, while two strange, distant eyes devour her features with burning longing.
The faded, worn-out jeans match her black fitted shirt to make her look masculine despite the excessive femininity that only he can see, while her youthful blue hat is placed in reverse, and curly honey tufts deflect you from the sides of her feminine beauty panel.
His heart was squeezed by a great pain as he glimpsed the sweet smile that flowed in his heart with a reckless desire to melt her between his ribs to melt inside him away from all people, he bowed his shoulders as if he was carrying a heavy burden on him before he took his eyes out of her and he fell asleep far from himself because of his helplessness Cloudy eyes.
In the evening, Rival and Joan entered their simple apartment in a slum in the city, and as soon as they entered Joan exclaimed in anger:
- I swear I won't clean up the ruins you've done to the house.
Reval, who came after June, looked at the small hall that looked like a dunghill, with all kinds of cheap crackers, as well as bottles of natural juices and cups of coffee, thrown on the brown floor, which in the morning was shining from excessive cleanliness.
While sitting on the gray sofa two seventeen-year-olds watching a soccer match excitedly, ignoring both Reval and Joanne, who was almost indistinguishable from rage, Reval sat down on the second couch, which had the same color, and took off her hat, tossing them on the ground against a mound of anger. To her room, vowing not to clean.
Raval leaned her hand on her cheek and meditated on Aws with a grimace, her only brother with tender features, his dull gray eyes shining with enthusiasm as his hands dived nervously into his golden locks and his lips echoed a whisper that turned into ascream:
- Come on! Yeah boy, give him the ball you idiot, goal! The best goals!
He shouted excitedly while his friend - Zaid - who was similar in age, was watching him with displeasure, and Aws seemed to quarrel with him provocatively until the match ended in favor of Aws' favorite team, and before Zaid left, he found Raval whispering:
- to where? You won't get out until you clear up this mess.
They reluctantly carried out her speech until Joanne, who changed her clothes into long violet pajamas and tied her long blond hair upwards, and she looked very beautiful, and that pallor surrounded her soft features, a sarcastic tone of regret escaped her as she crossed her arms and watched the movement of Auss who drew near to her Running away from him in anger, she cries out in pain, and Rival exclaims sharply.
- Stop!
They were violently separated from each other, and she was deeply angered by their childish behavior, so whoever sees them would not think that Joan is nineteen years old, while Auss is two years younger than her. She sighed tightly when she saw Joanne heading to the kitchen complaining of pain, and Os went back to work until some time passed for the three of them to sit down to dinner after Zedd left.
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Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
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Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
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