Isabella is a struggling artist who had a heart full of dreams and aspirations, while Alexander Sinclair is an cold-hearted Billionaire with a secret past. Their worlds come together when Alexander commissions Isabella to paint his portrait, a decision that ignites a forbidden passion that neither of them cannot deny nor escape, but as their love blossoms, it faces relentless tests --both from hidden rivalries and family secrets to a well calculated art heist that threatens to tear them apart. Will their love survive the trails and tribulations or will the price of wealth and ambition be too high to divide them. Come with me as I take you through a tale of passion and the power of love to conquer even the most greatest challenges
Isabella's small studio which was inserted in a corner of their small home was a haven of creativity and chaos. Canvases leaned against the walls, with brushes of all sizes and different texture's were strewn across a cluttered table. In the midst of this artistic mayhem stood Isabella, a young woman with a fiercely burning passion for painting that burned brighter than any financial struggle.
A canvas stood strung across her low cost portrait hanger, her pallette filled with paints of different colors as the low light from the studio lights casts a mesmerizing beauty around the room.
As Isabella carefully applied brushstroke after brushstroke to a canvas depicting her grandfathers weathered hands holding a winnowing fork while standing in the evening sunlight, her thoughts wandered to her journey as a painter. The art world was a competitive one, and to gain success seems like a distant star in the galaxy. She had always known that her path would be anything but easy and she had come to terms with it.
She reveled in her thoughts as she waves her head in self pity. A lot of obstacles lay scattered across her path and it seems she can't brave them all.
Soon her phone buzzed clearly breaking her concentration. A frown came over her face as she cursed inwardly at the unknown texter.
Checking it. It was a notification from her bank --a reminder of her increasing rent payment. Isabella sighed, her once raised high shoulders sagged under the weight of frustration and financial
anxiety.
The life of a struggling artist was not a rosy one, it was a relentless battle and which she often thinks she was on the losing side.
Later in the day, Isabella took out their worn out beat up truck and drove to the local art supply store to pick up some much needed materials. As she searched through the shelves and aisles, her eyes fell on a brand new set of high quality oil paints. She longer to have them, to feel the silky texture of the paint on her brush, but then she pushed the thought aside.
The were a luxury she can't afford yet.
As she reluctantly selected the more low budget paints, a fellow artist Mr James approached her. He was a regular customer at the store and had seen Isabella and her struggles over the years.
"Isabella," James greeted her with a warm smile. "How's your latest masterpiece coming along?"
Isabella forced a smile, though the weight of her financial burdens still pressed hard upon her. "It's a work in progress, James. You know how it is."
James nodded knowingly. "We all go through rough patches, especially in this field. But your talent is undeniable, Isabella. Don't lose hope."
"I won't James, it's in me and the fire keeps me warm enough to keep going," Isabella replied metaphorically.
"You speak indeed like an artist," James said aloud, "who knows what other talent lay hidden in the body of yours"
Isabella let out a laugh, James was obviously wanting to make her happy and smile. She heaved as he slowly caressed the tip of a paintbrush, feeling it's texture and smoothness.
James stood watching her while resting on the shelf beside him.
A clatter of steps came towards their direction as their conversation was interrupted by the store owner, Mr. Mitchell, who approached with a sympathetic expression. "Isabella, I couldn't help but overhear. I have some leftover paints from a discontinued line. They're still of excellent quality, and I'd like you to have them if you don't mind."
Isabella's eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. "Mr. Mitchell, that's incredibly generous of you. Thank you."
"Yes Bella, I kept them specially for you" Mr. Mitchell nodded with a smile as he pats her on the back while walking back when Isabella's voice halted him in his tracks.
"Where do I get them Mr. Mitchell?" She asked.
"Check the last shelf on your right hand roll, they are in a carton at the side." He answered continuing his walk.
She looked up in happiness as James smiled at her.
"You deserved it dear one." James said with grinning like Cheshire cat. "I better get going, seem there's gonna be a storm." James said walking towards the counter to pay for his purchases, as Isabella walked to find her prized gifts.
She was forever indebted to Mr. Mitchell, he had saved her some money and now she's gonna use it for their feeding.
As she left the stores with the unexpected gift of paints, Isabella's heart was greatly touched by the kindness of her fellow artists the undying sense of community with the art world. It was great reminder to her that even in the midst of her struggles that she was not alone.
Branching over that the grocery store, she bought enough foodstuffs needed for the week. She would worry about how to get money to buy food, Mr. Mitchell had done it for her.
Moving straight to the kitchen, she fell to work preparing dinner.
That evening after a hectic time in the kitchen preparing the family dinner, Isabella returned to her studio with the new paints in hand. She sets them down in the still clustered table using her hand to clear some space for it, a renewed sense of determination slowly surging through her.
She stood admiring the soon to be completed portrait of her grandfather, the portrait seemed lie it had a life of its own. The lights in the studio playing tricks on them, it was a beautiful sight to behold.
The path of a struggling artist was an undoubtedly challenging path, but her live for art was her guiding light just like a firehouse guides a ship safely to dock during a storm at sea.
As she resumed work, on her grandfathers portrait, she whispered words if encouragement to herself, "I may be a a struggling artist, but surely I will paint my way through the challenges. Art is my passion, my solace and won't let financial worries quench the burning fire within me"
Luna Scarlett, mate to the dying alpha of the Mooncrest wolf pack has been given leadership over the whole pack earning unspoken murmuring and grudges from the wolves around. What happens when a Luna suddenly came to be the leader of the Mooncrest pack when her mate and Alpha died in war in her own very arm's turning her cold blooded. Will she be able to stand the pressure and prove herself worthy of leading the pack or who she succumb and watch the pack slip from her fingers. What will happen when a beta falls in love with her, hoping to make her his mate even if it means laying his life for her. What will happen now that the night of the blue moon is close,she is required to choose a mate for herself or risk fighting to save herself from the ursupers of the throne. Would she choose a mate or would she fight to either keep her position if she won or lose it if she lose. Join me as we travel to a time of love, loss and regret.
She was hurt. She was bullied and made fun of. And the only hope that kept her going was finding her mate. She has always been weak. Weak to the world. Why? Because she was a lantern. She didn't have a wolf. That's what everyone thought about her. When she found her mate, he wanted her to be his slut and not a wife. She might be an omega, but it doesn't mean she will take disloyalty and betrayal lightly. So she did something that no one in history ever did. She rejected an Alpha. "I, Alexis Clark, reject Brandon Sterling, the alpha of Black mist pack, and consider myself a free soul until I decide so."; Were her last words before she left that torturous place and became a rogue. A rogue that everyone was fearing and finding. Why? Because she was the rogue that has become one of the biggest problems of almost all the packs in the country. She was Alexis Clark. A rogue that rejected an Alpha, stealth food, kill other rogues, and more than that was living with humans and studying with them. What will happen when her case is given to the world's most dangerous alpha, Sebastian Sinclair, who has taken it upon himself to punish this rogue. The one who hated rogues and omega to a level that was beyond understanding. Why? Because his mate was an omega, who betrayed him with a rogue before dying. How will Alexis tackle this alpha, in whose College she was studying and living under hiding for almost a year? What will Sebastian do when he finds out the new girl he had been talking to is none other than the rogue omega that he had decided to kill? "To love you with all my might was my only wish, but you were the only one who gave me endless suffering. So today, I promise myself to not fall for anyone."; A simple saying that both Alexis and Sebastian had vowed upon. Will they be able to find their love amidst all these problems?
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony. On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide. Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge." On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."