'I'll marry him,' she said, flashing a lopsided smile. 'I don't care about what will happen to him, so long as you'd keep your promise, I'll even kill him if you want.' Yusrah had no idea she was having herself hitched with her nemesis. She'd cry, she'd hate him even more and he'd make sure she regretted the very day she knew him. She may be a Turkish goddess that had men dancing to her tunes, a fierce and powerful woman that was filled with venom, but that was the least of Hammad's worries. He knew she married him for a reason, to birth his doom. And he'd make sure she regretted every minute she was going to live as his wife. They embarked on a marital escapade that was filled to the brim with hatred, quests for revenge and anger, but they had no idea what they would stumble upon in life may or may not change their views about each other. A dare will be set between them, and everyone was hell bent on making the other lose...while they slowly lost themselves to the sea of love calling out to them in Istanbul. Whilst fighting between themselves and the tenderness that whispered to their souls; secrets will be revealed, memories will be made, tears will be shed and hugs will be shared. Maybe even love will be confessed! Even though not all soulmates you're meant to live forever with...they hoped theirs will last. Blind or not, they certainly fell in love!
Hatred is such a very strong feeling. When you hate someone, all they did just make you more pissed than you were. And if they stayed still without doing anything? You hate them even more and think they were plotting evil against you. A smile, or rather, a smirk from the person you hate could have the urge to make your most recent picture to be a mugshot with 'murder' written boldly on the crime section. Right now, that's how she was feeling whenever she stared at his face while he presented whatever trash it was he had prepared.
And one more thing she hated about him, his brain. He was so intelligent that even though she was used to not having to try so hard, she had to. Because it was never enough whenever he was involved, nothing was ever enough. It felt like he always exhausted her most recent upgrade and then she had to spend her nights trying to figure out how she could upgrade the newest version of herself she had released.
She didn't know what was happening until she heard the round of applause and that brought her out of her reverie. And when she momentarily lifted her eyes and have them spared his face a glance, the smirk she saw on his face emanated he had finished presenting his project and this company, would likely choose his company's project instead of her own. And that smirk, why was it that he made her fancied a mugshot? It could be once in her life. But she knew there would be a day when she would have no choice but to force a knife down his egoistic throat.
The applause died down and she placed her hand back while trying to pack the few things she had come with. That's why she hated being interested in whatever projects she knew he would have a liking in. And right now, while the CEO of Mangal Group of companies spoke with him and told him that they would like Labo Group, his company, to work with them, she wanted to choke on her throat. She wanted to scream her lungs out and tell them all to get the hell out of her sight because if care wasn't taken, the next thing that would wrap around her wrists wouldn't be her favorite bracelets, it would be a handcuff.
"Thank you, Mr Lateef." She heard as he busily thanked the people around the humungous table with that smirk on his face. Why was it that he was hell-bent on making her a criminal, for Allah's sake?
She knew all eyes were on her, waiting to see if she would congratulate him. Almost everyone knew about their hatred for each other. Almost all the companies they had worked with, knew and sometimes, enjoyed the little glares they shot at each other. Because to them, it was a win-win. That would certainly force them to bring out their best for they knew of their competitor which they hated.
"Congratulations, Mr Hammad." She said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile out of he lips and she watched the way he relaxed on his chair. As though to show her that he was indeed the boss here and it was high time she upgraded this version of herself. A quick correction, this version of her brain.
"Thank you, Miss..." he stopped mid-way, to show her that he had forgotten her name and wanted her to help him on it. The look that flashed on her face was enough to burn down the entire building and she had already cupped the water bottle beside her and was aiming to throw it at him when one woman on the table decided to be an angel and she saved Hammad from her wrath.
How dare he acted as if he had forgotten her name? The hell! She knew he didn't and this was his own way of making sure he had belittle her and she would be damned if by the next business proposal she wouldn't have to throw him back to where he belonged, on the ground, that is.
"I want to ask a very personal question," the woman began, watching as the other people on the table have already started to pack their things. She was staring at Hammad, and that gave her the chance to begin clearing her things before she added 'unprofessional' attached to her unending list of names.
"Is she by chance your sister?" She asked, her eyes slowly turning to her and she had made it mandatory upon herself to leave this conference room with her dignity intact, she would have resulted to violence in any given moment.
"Who?" Came his voice, coated with what she knew to be as anger whenever someone asked that question and annoyance. She hated this question and wanted to know in the whole world why would people's eyes have no one to see her resemblance with but him?
"Miss Yusrah, of course. I'm sure I'm not the only one that's curious about that. She looks so much like you..." When Yusrah threw her a glance, she chuckled. "You look so much like her..." And the next glance came from him, which made her burst out laughing. "You both look alike, that's all."
"She's not my sister, not my relative...I'll hate to be related to her, to be truthful. I don't know how y'all see our resemblance, is it because she's a woman that looks less than one and now she resembles a softer male version of myself?" He asked tauntingly. By this time, half the room was empty and the only people there were people from both their companies waiting for them to be done so they could leave, and they all had that look that screamed how used to all this they were.
"Can you come over again?" Yusrah asked, staying rooted to her spot for if she moved, she may have her hands wrapped around his neck and that mugshot would have to be taken today.
Hammad ignored her and turned to Mrs Sofiyat, "You have your answer, Mrs. And maybe if you could advice her to start wearing at least a colored lip balm, the feminine side of her may be prominent enough not to have our facial features mistakenly mixed, which is hurtful." He was out of the room even before she took her next breath and when Mrs Sofiyat turned to her fuming self, she had an apologetic look on her face.
"Miss..." she began, but Yusrah wasn't interested in whatever it was she had to say and quickly shook her head at her.
"Not the right time, Mrs Sofiyat. Thank you and have a nice day." Should she have said 'have the worse day ever in your life'? That way she may have let the sizzling anger in her out, but she would look awfully not professional and she didn't want to demean her name because of that jerk.
Her secretary, Hannah, stared at her with a known look before she sighed. "I'll tell the driver to take you home, Miss Bawa." She called her by her last name and even though Yusrah mostly hated it, it helped her in times like this to keep in track. To stay as professional as she could and not waver from the perfection she had set herself upon.
Hannah knew she would never work today and if she did, then certainly, a few of their employees would have to be fired and she knew what awaited her at home if she did that. She shot her a thankful glance and stormed out of the room. His words were running back to her brain as though they were teasing her nerves, making her angrier than she was. She sat silently in the car and watched as they drove through the busy streets of Lagos, with nothing but busy drivers trying so hard to reach their destinations at the esteemed time without being late, which mostly, they were. It was either that or they came out hours before the designated time.
It has been said that Ammar, The Vampire Prince that died 500 years ago would resurrect and everyone seemed to believe that but Esmeray, she had never even believed that there were Vampires in Dewhurst. Until one day she heard a shocking and frightening sound and when she asked, she was told that it was a sign to all Vampires that the dead Vampire prince was back from the dead and now, as the Vampire King She hated him for making her see and feel the things only Vampires should, when she knew she was human, how comes? Until he declared her his bride at the Virgin Runaway, Esmeray had no idea why she hated him so much. Until she got married to him, and she got to know that this hatred she had for him was only a pinch of the hatred she felt for him 500 years ago. Back then, as a Vampire.
He Choose Her, Yet He Wants Her Dead. Sevim had always lived a free live while she safely crushed on her brotherās bestfriend. But there was a change of events when she had to go a different world she had never been to in place of her dead twin brother. She wasnāt the one chosen by the Emperor, but her twin got killed 100 years ago and as said by her Mother, the Emperor had waited for 500 years and couldnāt wait any longer. Unless she wants her family dead, she had to step up. Which she did. Yet the moment she got to his world, he aimed a sword at her. He wanted her dead even though she was practically unkillable. Unless heād kill her and have himself dead as well, with their souls being intertwined by the Goddess of Life and Death. And as he set to the Magical World to find a way to untagle their souls so he could kill her, Sevim found secrets she wished she hadnāt, which would force her to kill him as well. Yet, as she dug deeper into everything, she found a more shocking mystery lying uncovered for the past 1000 years. A past life she had no idea she lived and would kill to know what it entails.
Anna Brayden is an only child, a spoiled brat. After her billionaire father died, she became of the richest young ladies in America. When she gets into a fight with a stranger she meets in the airport on her way to visit her boyfriend, her life takes a turn for the worse. He keeps on appearing whenever she doesnāt want him to. He hurts her and makes her cry, but despite the hatred she feels for him, he makes her heart flip and her hands get sweaty. Man, heās so hot!
He walked toward her and she kept taking a step back until there was no space between her and the wall. She stared into his eyes, they were so red that one could wonder if he spilled blood in them. She had always known vampires to have colorful eyes but his was different. The eyes of the Vampire King have always sent a chill down her spine. āYouāre my wife now,ā he whispered, as he took a chunk of her hair that she had to whimper softly. She wasnāt going to show him that she was afraid of him. āAnd so what if I am? Youād never have what you want from me.ā She uttered through gritted teeth and watched how he recoiled with anger. He was the Vampire King that resurrected after 500 years. When he set his eyes on Danika, the Queen of Trinnuiven Dynasty, his sworn enemy, now rebirthed as a poor and helpless girl-he knew it was destiny giving him a chance to revenge. And he turned out to want her in many ways he had never imagined he will.
I have a secret obsession. You probably may wonder why itās a secret when Iāve made it pretty obvious on the gram. Everyone knows about my obsession, well, except him, of course. And the universe seemed to be on my side the day I got to be his maid for a few hours. Only that, Iāve never expected that a day that started so amazing could end so badly. Iāve never expected that Iād regret seeing him that day. Or that Iād end up hating him and avowing never to forgive him for the rest of my life. But destiny has a funny way of twisting with lives; just like it has twisted with me. And I ended up not just a maid for a day for him, but a live-in maid! And just when I thought Iāve hated him enough not to be fascinated by him, the universe showed me that I havenāt even loved him enough. And he turned out not to be the person I thought he was. Breaking all those walls Iāve carefully built around my heart to crash without even trying to. Making me fall harder in love with him-just that this time, even though I knew that Iād never have a chance with the Presidentās Son, it couldnāt have been clearer. I loved him, but he had someone else. Carrying the little self esteem I have, I took the leapt of being with someone else. Butā¦could I really live without the Presidentās Son? Is the secret Iām hiding, meddled with the hatred of him that I buried in my heart, be an opener to something beautifulā¦or worse? Maybe Zafirās Story and I would be an epic lovestory. Maybe not.
The Lloyds' family had only one son, Xavier. He was a billionaire businessman. He was dubbed the "contemporary Midas." They call it the Xavier touch since every firm he owns succeeds. All of his business rivals would do anything, if not everything, to see him lose his touch. His father demanded that she marry soon, or he would find him a wife. But he had no desire to marry. Eunice Dawson, an illegitimate kid, has been living with her father and his family since her mother died. She stated that she intended to lead a normal life. However, things are growing more difficult. Her stepmother and half-sister are not fond of her. Her boyfriend, whom she thought loved her, abandoned her in favor of Irene, her step-sister. Her father was never angry with Irene, instead telling her to just let things go. that her lover was more interested in Irene than in her. She felt lonely and heartbroken. What is Xavier's reason for not desiring a wife? What would happen if Eunice ran away from her father's home?
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
After a brief appearance at a birthday celebration, Ayra Carter's life took a drastic turn when the famous billionaire's heir chooses her to be his new mum.. "I like you a lot so you have to come home with me and be my new mummy" Arya's heart warmed as she stared at the cute little boy in front of her.. "Cutie.. Why don't you pick again?... I'm about to get married" "My son chose you and that's final! become his mum!" A loud authoritave voice broke into the room.. Now what??? ... Not him! Mr Kyle Anderson! The man who doesn't take no for an answer..
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract herāespecially her ex-husband.
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called āsisterā. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, āNever!ā