A divorced CEO who has been betrayed by his wife decides to never trust women again and never to fall in love again. But as we are not in control of our feelings, a young girl called carla who life has not been easy at all came into his life and will shake everything up and lead him to love again. they started a hidden relationship because a romantic relationship is not allowed in the company. But despite this barrier and this impossible love that may have arisen between the CEO and his secretary, they were able to have the courage to beat the winds and tides in order to live their love story .
👩‍💼'' Hello friends, I'm going to tell you my little story. My name is Fidèle Noah, yes it's ugly I know. I don't understand why my parents gave me this name, it's so old-fashioned and not really suitable for a girl like me. I'm the eldest in my family, I'm 30 years old, and yes, I'm already a big girl, still single and childless. You'll understand why I don't have children, it's voluntary. I come from a modest family, formerly rich but now poor because I'm practically the only one who brings food into the house.
I live with my little sister Lydie, who is still at school, and my father François Noah, who struggles to help me with the household chores. It's not always easy because he's sick all the time, he's diabetic and hypertensive, so he's often off work. I don't know what we'd have done if we'd been renting, given the high cost of living in the economic capital, which isn't easy. My mother pffff I don't like talking about her, she gets on my nerves. I often listen to people talking highly of their mothers, saying that they're their god and all that, it makes me sad. I would so much have liked my mother to be like other people's mothers, but too bad, she preferred herself to us. A few years ago my father lost his job, a job that kept us out of trouble, and I still remember those days well. We were so happy, an almost perfect family, my father took good care of us and his wife, and we lacked nothing. One evening, my father came home from work all downcast and looking desperate. The worst had happened, he'd lost his job due to a serious problem his company was experiencing, they'd had to lay off some employees and him at the same time. The world collapsed before our eyes, my father didn't have a plan B, nothing at all, and my mother, a housewife, was also counting on him. The family's lifestyle began to decline little by little until he could find another job. It seemed as if bad luck was on his side, because he couldn't find anything to do despite his skills, not even a sub-trade. That year was the hardest, my mother couldn't stand the extreme hardship we were in, and one morning we woke up to find she'd deserted us without a trace or a word. I was 22, I could already look after my family like a woman. So I took over, wiped away my father's tears and took care of him like a baby. He'd lost his self-confidence, lost the love of his life and thought he'd lost our respect at the same time. But it wasn't to be. My little sister and I gave him all the love children could give their dad. Little by little, he picked himself up and took on a series of odd jobs, thanks to which I was able to get my bachelor's degree and stop going to school. It was time for me to assume my responsibilities as an older sister. I started to look for work, I did any kind of job as long as it brought me something, with what I earned and what my father brought in we could manage and continue to pay for Lydie's studies. Until the day my father fell, it was a second shock for us, he had stopped working and I was the only one bringing in money. Not to mention his medication, medical care and visits. With all this, we could no longer manage the rent, so we accepted his older brother's offer to live with him.
Here we are to this day. You can understand that after everything I've been through so far, I haven't been able to think about having a child, not even by accident. I've always taken precautions, for me my family comes first and despite what we're going through I wouldn't want to, it would be irresponsible for me to bring home another burden and even my little sister I tell her this all the time. She's a beautiful, intelligent 20-year-old who's just started university and is studying finance. Our mother's departure affected her a lot, she cried sometimes about her absence and I couldn't do anything, I didn't know where she was until the day her sister, my aunt, told us she was living with a white man, a white man of all things. My mother is a bad woman, I hate her, you'll think I'm harsh, too bad, it's just how I feel, I don't want to see her today or tomorrow... I'll never stop her from seeing her mother, but I'll never let her cross her path. I'll never be like her, I'll never abandon my children because I've seen a white man with more money, a child that woman Stuippp. I hope she's happy wherever she is.
Now let's get into my little life, as you go along you'll find out more about me. I'm 1m70 for 60 kilo, yes I'm a model, or it's starvation or it's really my weight ohh I don't know mdr. But I like it, I feel good in my skin. I'm not ashamed of it as some people are who go and spoil their skin because they want to shine and then they become ugly. I don't have any girlfriends, unless you call friends and acquaintances girlfriends. I don't like to bother with people who don't add anything to my life, I hate wasting my time with hypocritical self-interested girlfriends and all, my sister and father are enough if I want to confide in them I just talk to them. Some people say that I'm insolent, impulsive and I've got a big mouth, hahahaha I can still accept that I've got a big mouth, I don't like being stepped on, I've got a strong character and I'm always on the defensive, maybe it's a flaw, I don't know. I'm always tense because of the situation we live in at home, my father's illness which worries me because of that I can be really annoying but that doesn't make me a bad person, those who know me well know that I'm very loyal with a big heart. Apart from that, I have a boyfriend called Moussa, he's a Muslim, we've been together for over a year. To tell you the truth, it's not a relationship I take to heart, I'm not in love, he's just there to show me a good time, you know, because in the sack he's too wedded I'm always satisfied. As for him, I don't think he thinks much of me, he's already cheated on me several times but I don't care, it's his problem, I don't have the time to manage his libido. Besides, he's probably got a woman waiting for him in the village, so why should I get attached to him?
Have you ever felt like you were stuck between guilt and hate? Not knowing the ultimate way out of this hellhole? To be gnawed by oneself? This is the case of James Wald, this man who had been looking for the most effective remedy for nearly 10 years, this man who, once rejected, had become closed to him to such an extent as to envy humanity, this man whose one thing could heal, this thing called 《Love》 This man who was so gullible, so cold, he had an angel behind this demon who frightened everyone.... to make him heal from this guilt his grandfather decides to find him a wife which leads to a forced marriage, imposing or even arranging... whatever name you give it. A marriage that will give a love that will overcome this wave of disbelief, this love that will have to endure blow and injury, this love that will create a passion as majestic as it is dark, will this man who contains two characters within him know how to get out ?
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
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?