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Zuzzy Shi is a great surgeon, she is also known as a witch doctor because of how good she is, being the granddaughter of the owner of one of the best hospitals in the country, made her the successor to the hospital... Zuzzy was kidnapped, she escaped but lost her memory, at the king run, Zuzzy regained her memory, and began the search for her abductor who wanted to kill her, but all evidence has been destroyed, who wanted Zuzzy dead? And why? Read on in this revengeful, romantic and explicit novel mark Lee is a doctor also but inherited his hospital from his dad which is also one of the best hospitals in the country and always in competition with Zuzzy's family hospital.......
The Kidnap "That mark lee! How dare he build his hospital in that area! How did he even manage to get that land from the old lady, anyway?" Zuzzy barked at her secretary. She had been dying to get that piece of land. But the old lady who owned it had been refusing to sell, even though she had approached her with multiple lucrative offers. The Lees were the owners of the lee specialist Hospitals. They were also her family's longtime rival.
She had just found out that Old Master Lee, the Chairman of the Lee Specialist Hospitals, had recently appointed his firstborn son to be the new Chief Executive Officer of their group. She had never met Mark Lee in person, but she had already heard so much about him. He was quite a well-known figure to most; not for his achievements in the healthcare industry, but more for his stellar reputation of being a womanizer. As the rumors said, he was known to swap his girlfriends as often as he changed his socks. "Don't tell me he has already added that old lady to his list of conquest!?" Zuzzy sneered with a tightness in her voice. Rita gulped. She was hesitant to say something or anything at all because her boss really had a bad temper. She might have looked youthful and innocent on the outside because of her pretty baby-faced look, but behind that facade, she was actually a scary monster. Yes, she was Zuzzy shi, who was widely known as the 'witch Doctor' who had saved hundreds of lives. They called her by that nickname because it was said that she could conjure magic to heal any patients whom she was in charge of. But those who had interacted with her directly had drawn their own conclusion. They firmly believed that the nickname was created because of her being a total witch to everyone around her. Zuzzy looked at Rita impatiently. She was obviously waiting for an answer from her secretary. Rita cleared her throat and said, "Ma'am, from what I heard, Mr. Mark Lee is someone with a silver-tongue. He can be quite the sweet-talker. The old lady was moved by his way of words, and hence was easily persuaded." Zizzy scowled at Rita as her face reddened. She fumed, "So, are you saying that I don't know how to talk nicely? Or that I'm difficult to talk to? Not even good with words? That's why I have failed to convince the old lady?" "No, no, Ma'am, that's not what I meant at all. What I meant was that Mark Lee is someone with a lot of charm. He's smooth-spoken and glib... he uses a lot of flowery words, and..." Rita quickly replied, trying to placate her boss, but she decided to pause because the more she listened to her own words, the more Rita thought that she was digging her own grave. "So, I lack the charm? Is that so, Rita? And do I use harsh-sounding words because I don't know how to use flowery words?" Zuzzy scoffed as she squinted an eye accusingly. She wanted that piece of land so desperately and found it hard to accept that she had lost the opportunity to obtain it, not from just anyone, but from their very own rival. Rita sighed silently. She didn't dare tell her boss that she was just too rigid. The way she talked had always been without emotion and matter-of-factly, like a robot. Miss Zuzzy rarely smiled and had never bothered to put on the pretense of being subtle at all. She always preferred to be frank and to the point. It was no wonder that she had failed to get the old lady's approval. From what she had gathered, Rita knew that Mark Lee did not start his negotiation with the old lady by talking about business straight away. He had waited patiently until he had succeeded in building a good rapport with her before he even dared raise the real subject of interest. In the end, he had won the old lady's partiality, and she was more than willing to sell him the land. "Get out, Rita, before I reduce your bonus for this year," said Zuzzy in a menacing voice. Zuzzy didn't need any more explanations from Shan to know why she had failed the negotiation. She could already tell, by merely looking at Rita's reaction. Her mobile phone rang; it was Abraham , her fiance. She drew out a long breath. Abraham was the fiance whom her family had selected for her. Their families had been close friends for many years, and they had arranged for their children to marry each other. He wanted to meet her to celebrate her birthday together. He knew that she hated parties and would prefer to celebrate it alone with him. Zuzzy and Abraham enjoyed their exclusive dinner in his yacht together. They had been engaged for almost one year but had not shared any intimate moments yet. It was because she had never wanted to do it. Whenever Abraham would take the initiative, she would always refuse him. She was grateful that he had still been understanding and respectful of her wish. It was already late, and the stars were shining brightly in the sky. Zuzzy was standing by the railing of the yacht when she felt Abraham hug her from behind. "Aren't you cold?" Abraham asked as he kissed her bare shoulder before covering it with his blazer. "A little bit... By the way, did you get a new cook?" She whispered. "Yeah, the usual one is currently on leave... Why? Didn't you like the food?" Abraham asked. "I liked it. I just noticed that it was not your usual cook." Zuzzy answered, and she heard Abraham chuckle. "What?" She asked, slightly confused. "Nothing, I just find it amusing that you've managed to take notice of how different the food tasted, but you failed to see the romantic ambiance of the room," Abraham replied. Zuzzy detected a hint of sullen moodiness in his voice, so she turned around to face him and smiled. But she felt dizzy all of a sudden and the last thing she knew was that she and Abraham had both fallen onto the ground. Everything went pitch-black in an instant, but she was still in her senses. "They blacked out already. Hurry and take the woman!" a man's voice said. "What should we do about the man?" asked another voice. "Leave him here. We will only take the woman as instructed, so hurry," the man answered. Zuzzy felt her body being lifted off the ground. She wanted to scream and struggle, but she couldn't move at all. 'Is this my end? No, it can't be! I'm still young, and I don't want to die like this!' That was the last thing that she had thought to herself before the drug in her body had completely taken over and made her slump into unconsciousness.
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're 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. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. 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 from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.