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A story of my relationship with my Dad.
In a quaint little town nestled among rolling hills, a story of an unbreakable bond unfolds. This is the story of my relationship with my dad.
From my earliest memories to the present day, he has been my rock, my guide, and my source of unwavering love. As a child, I remember the moments of pure joy when my dad would scoop me up in his strong arms, lifting me high into the air. His laughter would blend with mine, creating a symphony of happiness that echoed through our home. In those fleeting moments, I felt invincible, knowing that with my dad by my side, anything was possible. As I grew older, my dad became my teacher, imparting wisdom with patience and understanding. Whether it was helping me with math problems or offering advice on life's challenges, he was always there, ready to lend a hand and a listening ear. He taught me the importance of perseverance and instilled in me the belief that I could achieve anything I set my mind to. But our relationship wasn't built solely on laughter and lessons. There were times when life presented us with hardships and trials that tested our bond. I remember a dark period when I felt lost and overwhelmed, drowning in a sea of self-doubt. It was during those moments that my dad's unwavering support shone through. He became my anchor, offering guidance and reassurance when I needed it most. His words of encouragement were a balm to my wounded spirit, reminding me that I was never alone. Through his love, he taught me the importance of resilience, teaching me to navigate life's storms with courage and grace. As the years passed, our roles shifted. I began to see my dad not only as a father but also as a friend. We shared countless conversations, delving into the depths of life's mysteries, hopes, and dreams. He became my confidant, someone I could trust with my deepest fears and greatest aspirations. Now, as I stand at the threshold of adulthood, our bond continues to strengthen. Though miles may separate us at times, the connection between our hearts remains unbreakable. Our phone calls are filled with laughter, shared stories, and a genuine interest in each other's lives. My dad's unwavering support and love are a constant source of comfort, reminding me that no matter where life takes me, he will always be my rock. In the tapestry of life, the thread of my relationship with my dad weaves a beautiful and intricate pattern. It is a story of love, strength, and unwavering support. Through the ups and downs, the laughter and tears, our bond remains steadfast, a testament to the power of a father's love. As I embark on my own journey, I carry with me the lessons and memories forged in the crucible of our relationship. My dad's love has shaped me into the person I am today, and I am forever grateful for the blessing of having him as my father. Together, we have written a story that transcends time, and it will forever be etched in the depths of my heart.
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
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?"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
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Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
During her three years of marriage with Brendan, Adeline had become as humble as dust itself. However, what she got in return wasn't love and affection, but endless indifference and disdain. Worse yet, when the woman in Brendan's heart suddenly showed up, he further distanced himself from her. Finally, Adeline couldn't stand it anymore and asked for a divorce. After all, why should she stay with such a cold, distant man? The next one would surely be better. Brendan watched as his ex-wife left with her luggage in tow. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he made a bet with his friends. "She'll definitely regret leaving and will come crawling back to me in no time." After hearing about this bet, Adeline sneered. "Dream on!" A few days later, Brendan ran into his ex-wife in a bar. It turned out she was celebrating her divorce. Not long after, he noticed that the damned woman seemed to have a new suitor. Brendan was starting to panic. The woman who had clung to him for three years suddenly didn't seem to give a damn about him. What was he going to do?