My brother is crazy. He's over possessive. He's love me! "To be loved so madly by the eldest brother is an unfortunate fate for Clara." __ I once hoped to be loved by my family. But I never expected to be loved so madly by my half-sane eldest brother. "You're mine, Clara." "I belong to myself!" Calvin shook his head. "You were mine from the womb. You were born to be destined to be my partner. I love you with all my soul." Your soul is already sick, Calvin. "Don't be stupid. You are my twin. Not yours," I've said it so many times I'm tired of it.
If I could turn back time, I wouldn't have asked for that wish on my birthday.
It's not that I'm not grateful that my wish was granted. It's just that this is more torturous to my life, torturous to my psyche.
I want to run away.
However, I had nowhere to go from my home. A home that consisted of my parents, as well as my two older brothers. I was the last member in this harmonious family.
Ah, harmony ....
We only looked good to others. Behind their friendly smiles, we kept secrets. Secrets that I knew in silence. I kept it in my memory and only watched them act with each other.
Maybe to other people, my parents were a romantic couple. They didn't know that mom and dad actually had their own dark lovers. I had caught them in secret several times, making out with other people.
Meanwhile, my second brother, Carey, was secretly using drugs. I don't know where she got them from. If you rummage through her room, you're bound to find that forbidden packet.
But Carey knew that to escape the law, he stuffed the servants' mouths with money. Since they cleaned her room regularly, they were directly aware of the secret object being hidden.
In any case, Carey's brother is a pretty normal person to me compared to the first brother.
My first brother is named Calvin. There's not much I can describe about him, other than one word for him, psychopath.
Calvin wasn't just a psychopath. He was obsessed with me. It was his psychopathic nature that often gave me goosebumps. If likened to an animal, then a snake is the right form to describe him.
Calvin is poisonous. Deadly. But alluring.
With the level of good looks inherited from our father when he was young, he easily attracted women just by passing in front of them.
At first they were all indifferent and cold to me - who was still a child at the time. It made me feel disregarded and ignored by my own family. Even when I had a fever, only the servants took care of me.
Then, at the age of nine on that day, my close friend at school named Stephen, gave me a medium-sized cake cup complete with a small candle stuck in.
Stephen asked me to make a wish before blowing out the candle. I complied.
Do you know what I wished for before the candle flame went out?
I asked God for my entire family to love me very much.
It was a simple request, but I didn't expect it to be granted. I was happy at first. However, the older I grew, the more my mind developed that I began to regret that request.
"Clara, I have found your fiancé. You can talk to him the day after tomorrow to get to know him," I said today while we were having breakfast together.
"What!" exclaimed Carey, pounding the table.
"Dad! It hasn't been a month since she called off the engagement. Now you're already pitching her a new one?" protested Carey.
I thought my father was obsessed with getting me married to the man of his choice. Yet again and again it failed. Because I rejected those men. Last month's engagement cancellation was the fifth time.
Father also didn't force me to continue our relationship if I didn't like it. That's right, I didn't like it as a classic excuse. But there were other people involved in this arranged marriage.
Can you guess who?
Calvin.
"Okay, father. I'll have a meeting with him," I replied calmly. The calmness and smile on my face was a mere mask to hide my nervousness around Calvin who felt intimidating in his silence.
"Our sister is very obedient. I hope Clara won't be upset anymore," Calvin's heavy voice said.
All of my romantic hairs bristled when his voice wafted by the side of my ear, because he was sitting right behind me, holding me on the dining chair, in front of them.
I don't want to think you exist, Calvin! I wish too, that my fiancé-to-be could take me out of this house!
The day after tomorrow, come quickly!
I have to succeed in the engagement to get away from Calvin!
My name is Clara Jaromir. We are rich, but my life is not as happy as that of a princess at court.
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Morgan and Margaret's love is hindered by their status as half-sisters who grew up together since childhood. Various challenges come their way to test their love and forbidden relationship. A third person appears in Margaret and Morgan's lives. Tempting their romance to falter. Ronald's sincere love for Margaret. Jessica's obsession with Morgan. They struggle to find true love.
My husband was having an affair with my sister. They are planning to kill me. What should I do?
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?"
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
After a passionate night, Verena left some money and wanted to leave, but was held by her companion. "Isn't it your turn to make me happy?" Verena, always disguising herself as ugly, slept with her fiance's uncle, Darren, in order to escape her engagement with her unfaithful fiance. Darren had respect and admiration. Word of his romantic escapades circulated, some saying they saw him kissing a lady against a wall and others calling it gossip. Who could ever tame Darren's heart? Then, shockingly, Darren was caught bending down to help Verena with her shoes, all to score a kiss from her!
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.