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In a tale of unexpected twists and tangled relationships, follow the journey of Mabel, a loyal best friend caught in the midst of a complicated love triangle. When Ella, betrothed to the wealthy billionaire Peter, sends Mabel to break off the engagement, little did she know that fate had other plans in store. As Mabel meets Peter in person, sparks ignite, but it's too late as Peter's heart has already been captivated by Mabel's charm. Jealousy consumes Ella, and she becomes determined to tear down anything that stands in her way. Will their friendships survive the turmoil of love and betrayal? Dive into this gripping story that explores the complexities of relationships, trust, and the consequences of hidden desires.
It's easy Mabel ,don't be such a baby. Just tell him I'm with my love and he shouldn't bother me"
"But you are supposed to marry him,what will your father say".
Mabel asked, she wasn't used to disobeying elderly people. She was skeptical about Ella's plan. Besides, her future husband is a rich man, unlike her who doesn't have a rich boyfriend.
"Why are you taking his side? Do you like him? If yes, then go for him my dear friend"
Ella looked at Mabel, she wondered how she ended up with a friend with good morals and principles. She wasn't the type to follow orders and she had lots of problem as a result of that during her high school days. Mabel has been her friend since childhood and they were inseparable.
"I'll be going now". "Call me if you want me to back out"
"Urgh, you know I'll never ask you to back out. Don't expect my call and don't call either,I'll be out with Henry"
Mabel smiled, she was somewhat afraid. What if this man gets upset by Ella's decision? Her family would blame her for going and assume she advices Ella to make bad decisions.
"I'm doing this for my friend anyway"
Mabel arrived at the restaurant, her eyes widening at the opulence before her. Her thoughts were consumed by the lavishness of the surroundings, momentarily lost in awe. However, her musings were abruptly interrupted by a woman who approached her with a mix of suspicion and disdain.
"What do you want here?" the woman questioned, her voice dripping with condescension. The atmosphere grew tense as Mabel found herself caught off guard by the woman's hostility.
"I ..uhm" Mabel's voice faltered as she struggled to find the right words.
The woman standing before her exuded an air of beauty and importance, captivating Mabel's attention.
"Leave this place at once...security!!!"
"Let her be," a voice resonated through the air, drawing Mabel's attention. She turned her gaze to discover the source of the soothing yet commanding voice. To her surprise, she found herself locking eyes with a strikingly handsome man. The man's looks were absolutely breathtaking, like a model gracing the cover of a fashion magazine. His perfectly sculpted features, piercing gaze, and confident demeanor made him stand out in any scene. It was as if he had stepped right out of the pages of a high-end fashion editorial, leaving everyone in awe of his striking appearance.
"Who is she?...she shouldn't be here" the woman screamed, she was already getting annoyed that the man standing before her was taking sides with Mabel.
"She's with me, dear. Why did you run off?" the man inquired, his voice filled with concern. Mabel was taken aback by his unexpected intervention, unsure of what was happening.
Deciding to play along, she responded with a hint of apology in her voice.
"I'm sorry."
The woman's gaze hardened as she looked at Mabel, her anger grew. It was evident that the woman believed the man should be with someone more like her, unable to contain her anger, she left.
"I'm sorry about the embarrassment you had to go through," the man said sympathetically to Mabel.
"Why are you here?" he asked, noticing her silence. Without waiting for a response, he gently approached her, taking her hands in his and guiding her to walk alongside him. Mabel broke free from his grasp, her heart pounding with a mix of determination and uncertainty.
"I have to go," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a sense of urgency.
"Thank you very much for the support." With that, she swiftly turned and ran off, leaving the man standing there, his expression a mix of surprise and admiration.
"Should I go after her?" the man's bodyguard inquired.
"No, let her go,I'm sure I'd see her some other time" the man replied with a smile, his gaze fixated on Mabel's retreating figure. He couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, his thoughts momentarily consumed by her presence.
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Mabel came to a halt, her breath ragged as she ensured she was safely out of sight from the man. The thought of returning to the restaurant to meet Ella's fiancé filled her with unease and uncertainty. With trembling hands, she dialed Ella's number, her voice laden with regret as she spoke into the phone.
"I couldn't enter. I'm sorry, I just couldn't..."
Mabel gasped for breath, her chest heaving with the weight of her emotions. She ended the call with Ella, her voice trembling as she bid her farewell. With a heavy heart, she turned away and made her way towards her house, each step filled with a mix of exhaustion and determination.
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.