Love over richness
Love over richness
Once upon a time, there was a rich prince who lived in a splendid palace. He had everything he wanted, except for one thing: true love. He was bored of the shallow and greedy princesses who only wanted to marry him for his wealth and power. He longed for someone who would love him for who he was, not what he had.One day, he decided to disguise himself as a commoner and explore the city. He wandered around the streets, enjoying the sights and sounds of the people's lives. He came across a market, where he saw a beautiful girl selling flowers.
She had a smile that lit up her face, and eyes that sparkled with kindness. She greeted everyone with a cheerful voice, and offered them her flowers at a fair price.The prince was instantly smitten by her. He approached her and asked for a rose. She handed him one, and their fingers touched. He felt a jolt of electricity run through him, and he looked into her eyes. He saw something he had never seen before: genuine affection.He paid her for the flower, and asked her name. She said it was Lily. He asked her if she would like to have lunch with him. She hesitated, but then agreed. She closed her stall, and followed him to a nearby tavern. They sat at a table, and ordered some food. They talked for hours, and found out they had a lot in in common. They both loved music, books, and nature. They both dreamed of traveling the world, and seeing new places. They both valued honesty, loyalty, and compassion.They felt a connection that neither of them had ever experienced before. They laughed, they joked, they shared their hopes and fears. They forgot about everything else, except for each other.The prince realized he had fallen in love with Lily. He wanted to tell her the truth about himself, but he was afraid she would reject him if she knew he was royalty. He decided to wait until he was sure she loved him back.He asked her if she would see him again. She said yes, with a smile that melted his heart. He kissed her hand, and said goodbye. He promised to come back the next day.He returned to his palace, feeling happier than ever. He couldn't wait to see Lily again. He thought of nothing else but her.The next day, he went back to the market, dressed as a commoner again. He looked for Lily's stall, but he couldn't find it. He asked around, but no one knew where she was. He felt a pang of worry in his chest.He decided to go to her house, which she had told him where it was. It was a small cottage on the outskirts of the city. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He tried to open it, but it was locked.He looked through the window, and saw a scene that broke his heart.Lily was lying on the bed, pale and weak. She had a fever, and was coughing blood. She looked like she was dying.Next to her bed, there was a note. It read:"My dearest prince,I know who you are. I saw you on the news yesterday, when they announced your engagement to Princess Isabella of Astoria.I don't blame you for lying to me. I understand you have your duties and responsibilities as heir to the throne.But I can't bear to see you again, knowing you belong to someone else.I love you more than anything in this world, but I have to let you go.Please don't look for me. Please don't try to save me.I have contracted the plague, which is spreading in the city.There is no cure for it.I only have a few days left to live.I want you to remember me as I was when we met: happy and healthy.I want you to be happy too.Please marry Princess Isabella, and rule your kingdom with wisdom and justice.Please forget about me, and move on with your life.You are my prince charming, and I am your Cinderella.But our story has no happy ending.Goodbye, my love.Yours forever,Lily"The prince read the note with tears in his eyes. He felt a surge of anger, sadness, and guilt.He cursed himself for being so foolish and selfish.He cursed fate for being so cruel and unfair.He cursed his father for forcing him into an arranged marriage with someone he didn't love.He cursed the plague for taking away his true love's life.He cursed the world for being so harsh and hopeless.He wished he could turn back time, and do things differently.He wished he could save Lily from her fate.He wished he could be with her, and make her happy.He wished he could die with her, and join her in heaven.But he knew it was too late.He had lost her forever.He had lost his chance at true love.He had lost his reason to live.He dropped the note, and ran away.He ran back to his palace, and locked himself in his room.He refused to see anyone, or do anything.He just lay on his bed, holding the rose that Lily had given him.He smelled its fragrance, and remembered her smile.He kissed its petals, and remembered her kiss.He pressed it to his heart, and remembered her love.He cried, and cried, and cried.Until he had no more tears left to shed.Until he had no more will left to live.Until he had no more breath left to breathe.And then he died.The end.
For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.
I died on a Tuesday. It wasn't a quick death. It was slow, cold, and meticulously planned by the man who called himself my father. I was twenty years old. He needed my kidney to save my sister. The spare part for the golden child. I remember the blinding lights of the operating theater, the sterile smell of betrayal, and the phantom pain of a surgeon's scalpel carving into my flesh while my screams echoed unheard. I remember looking through the observation glass and seeing him-my father, Giovanni Vitiello, the Don of the Chicago Outfit-watching me die with the same detached expression he used when signing a death warrant. He chose her. He always chose her. And then, I woke up. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But in my own bed, a year before my scheduled execution. My body was whole, unscarred. The timeline had reset, a glitch in the cruel matrix of my existence, giving me a second chance I never asked for. This time, when my father handed me a one-way ticket to London-an exile disguised as a severance package-I didn't cry. I didn't beg. My heart, once a bleeding wound, was now a block of ice. He didn't know he was talking to a ghost. He didn't know I had already lived through his ultimate betrayal. He also didn't know that six months ago, during the city's brutal territory wars, I was the one who saved his most valuable asset. In a secret safe house, I stitched up the wounds of a blinded soldier, a man whose life hung by a thread. He never saw my face. He only knew my voice, the scent of vanilla, and the steady touch of my hands. He called me Sette. Seven. For the seven stitches I put in his shoulder. That man was Dante Moretti. The Ruthless Capo. The man my sister, Isabella, is now set to marry. She stole my story. She claimed my actions, my voice, my scent. And Dante, the man who could spot a lie from a mile away, believed the beautiful deception because he wanted it to be true. He wanted the golden girl to be his savior, not the invisible sister who was only ever good for her spare parts. So I took the ticket. In my past life, I fought them, and they silenced me on an operating table. This time, I will let them have their perfect, gilded lie. I will go to London. I will disappear. I will let Seraphina Vitiello die on that plane. But I will not be a victim. This time, I will not be the lamb led to slaughter. This time, from the shadows of my exile, I will be the one holding the match. And I will wait, with the patience of the dead, to watch their entire world burn. Because a ghost has nothing to lose, and a queen of ashes has an empire to gain.
Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.
Maia grew up a pampered heiress-until the real daughter returned and framed her, sending Maia to prison with help from her fiancé and family. Four years later, free and married to Chris, a notorious outcast, everyone assumed Maia was finished. They soon discovered she was secretly a famed jeweler, elite hacker, celebrity chef, and top game designer. As her former family begged for help, Chris smiled calmly. "Honey, let's go home." Only then did Maia realize her "useless" husband was a legendary tycoon who'd adored her from the start.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul-her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband's entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I'm out of your league."
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