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Zoe gave up everything and prepared to move to Manitoba, because her fiancé, Kyle, was offered a promotion. Discovering that Kyle cheated on her, Zoe leaves him at the airport. Knowing she would have to start over, the first place she turns to is her old apartment. She returns to what was once her home and finds that someone else has already taken over. In hopes of avoiding homelessness, she makes a deal with the new resident Dylan, and they decide to live together. Dylan helps Zoe find a job at the law firm he works at while hoping to romance her. Little does Zoe know that Dylan is the owner of the firm and a Billionaire. Dylan hides his identity in hopes of finding a wife to love him for who he is, and not what he has. Zoe fights against her past learning to love again. If only Dylan would have been honest from the start that he is the richest man in the city. Could his omission tear them apart? My Forever Love is created by Anne Powell, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.
Zoe stepped into one of the yellow cabs waiting outside of the Toronto airport. With such an array to choose from, she decided to go with the only cab on the far right-hand corner of the departure lane. She wasn't in the mood to fight for a ride, and she wanted to avoid the crowds of people off to the left-hand side. There were people talking, laughing, and reminiscing about their trips. All Zoe could think about was how she nearly made the worst mistake of her life. This mistake could have caused her years of unhappiness.
Zoe's mind attempted to process what had just happened. She felt like her life was falling
apart, and she wasn't sure how to put back the pieces. Sometimes when things were broken, there wouldn't be an easy fix.
As she got into the back of the cab, she knew the first stop she would have to make was to go back to her apartment. She would start there.
"Please take me to 17 Dufferin Street," Zoe asked the driver politely.
The driver nodded in response but said nothing.
As Zoe stared at the back of his seat, she allowed herself to sink into the chair. A few tears dropped from the corner of her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away.
She had cried enough for a lifetime, and she didn't want to allow herself to break down at this moment. She had so many things to handle over the next short period while attempting to put the pieces of her life back together. She needed strength now more than ever, but she wasn't sure how to gain this much needed strength.
As the driver arrived at her building, Zoe heard him pop open the trunk. As she got out of the cab, she began to tug on her luggage. Luckily, she only had one large suitcase, rather than four or five suitcases which would have been normal for someone making such a large move from Toronto to Manitoba.
As she struggled to get the suitcase out of the trunk of the car, she looked longingly at the building before her. Mid-rise, only ten stories in the sky, but the most beautiful view of the city. It was one of the only buildings in the area with an unobstructed view.
Despite the overwhelming sadness she was feeling, something inside of her inspired hope. She knew that within time, everything would turn out for the best.
She lugged her suitcase up the stairs to the front door, and used her old key to open it. Luckily the locks had not been changed, and she took that as a positive sign that things were going to end well.
As she entered the elevator and hit number ten, she hoped that she would find her apartment empty, available, and free.
As the door opened on the tenth floor, Zoe stepped out and made her way to her apartment.
Apartment 1005. There were only five apartments on the tenth floor and she had the corner unit.
As she once again took out her key and inserted it into the lock, it opened. Zoe was thankful because this had meant that the landlord had not rented out her apartment to someone else as of yet. She had lost nearly everything else that had meant anything to her, but the worries about losing her apartment were now fading away.
She sighed, feeling hopeful and sad all at the same time, allowing a few more tears to fall from her eyes.
The apartment was empty, as she had sold most of her furniture. There were only a few items
that remained including utensils in the kitchen, her furniture out on the balcony, and luckily her bed in the master bedroom. These items had come with the apartment when she had first rented it, so they were the only items she didn't sell or move out when she had decided to leave.
No new furniture had been moved in, another positive sign that the apartment was still vacant.
For now, she only needed her bed. At least until she was able to get in touch with her landlord about taking back her apartment. She wanted to be sure her name was on the lease before anyone else had a chance to take it over. She would call him today and ask him to take it off the market. If he hadn't found someone to take it over by now, chances are she could sleep for a few hours and allow her body and mind to rest.
As she made her way past the second bedroom, she opened her bedroom door. She pulled
her suitcase behind her, pushed it off to the side, and shut the door behind her. She took a minute to wander around the room and look at her surroundings. She knew she had many things to take care of, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything.
She stared outside at the city skyline set out before her. As she ran her hands along the windowpane, she wondered how she ever considered leaving. What could have been more important than her happiness? There was no place in the world better than Toronto to Zoe. She may not be well-traveled, but from the places she had seen, there was no other city for her.
If only she had considered her own happiness she might not be in this situation.
Feeling defeated, she looked around the empty room towards the bed. She had been awake for far too long. The chores of the day would be there to greet her once she was rested and truly able to deal with her anxieties.
So, she pulled back the covers of her bed and tucked herself inside. As she let out a loud sigh, she closed her eyes praying for sleep. What she had just been through had been the most devastating experience of her life. She forced herself to sleep, hoping to forget the events of the day. Unfortunately, her dreams had other plans.
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.
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
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?"
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.