Azalea Phoenix, a forty-year-old businesswoman, has only one task left before she can reclaim her life: marry off her stepdaughter Sinclair to an actor named Orion to fulfill the contractual marriage agreement with her deceased husband. What initially seems like a straightforward task becomes complicated when Orion's father begins displaying strange behavior, attempting to woo Azalea. As if that isn't enough, Orion himself starts developing feelings for Azalea instead of Sinclair. Azalea, longing for her freedom, finds herself entangled in a complex love-hate relationship between the father-son duo.
'Though we didn't get to spend much time together, I believe my mother was a wise and perceptive person, as evidenced by the name she gave me. I can still recall my father's words, spoken during his rare moments of sobriety and kindness, explaining that my name, Azalea, was chosen because it represented a perennial plant that would never lose its youthful vibrancy. But deep down, I always suspected there was another meaning behind my name, one that spoke to a harsher reality. You see, Azalea also means "dry flower," a cruel and bitter irony that I've carried with me my whole life.
It was as if my mother was trying to prepare me for the withering, desolate existence that lay ahead of me, and the weight of that knowledge has never left me.'Azalea Phoenix, the Chairwoman of the Grandeur Hotel chain, had accomplished more in her life than most people could dream of. Yet, it was not her success that caught people's attention. At forty years old, she had the beauty and youthfulness of someone in their late twenties. Her heart-shaped face boasted highly defined cheekbones that were always stained peachy pink. Her full lips and long, thick black hair were often the topic of conversation, but it was her eyes that truly captivated people. When asked about her eye color, she would chuckle and say, "It's brown." But they were not brown, they were like honey or melting chocolate.Azalea had never been one to flaunt her beauty or hide her age, but it was hard not to notice her. She was a widow with a daughter who had just turned twenty-two. People often wondered how she maintained her youthful figure, but Azalea would simply reply, "I don't have one." No one could believe that someone could hold such beauty without a secret.Apart from her accomplishments as a businesswoman, Azalea had become a beauty standard or a role model for women. She avoided mainstream media as much as possible, but she still caught people's attention and became a trending news topic. At the annual ceremony of the Grandeur hotel, all eyes were on her, not the man on stage. Azalea was in an angelic white dress, her hands tied together, listening intently to the man speaking."And now, for the moment everyone has been waiting for, I invite Miss Azalea. Please come on stage and share your feelings regarding the 45th anniversary of Grandeur Hotel's success through all these years," the man on stage announced. As Azalea stepped on stage and took the microphone, the crowd erupted into applause. Her eyes reflected the lights, making them seem like clear waters."I appreciate the gesture, Ray," Azalea said with a rare smile, looking at the man who had introduced her. Her eyes twinkled, and the corner of her eyes wrinkled beautifully, giving her a harmless aura. She then looked at the crowd, and lights started to flash in her eyes. The reporters weren't missing a single moment of capturing the beauty that appeared in front of the cameras once in a full moon."I am so glad that all of you could make it and add to the joy of this anniversary, and I hope you do the same in the years to follow. My joy knows no bounds, and I am elated as I stand here. I could have never imagined this much success even in my wildest dream, but our team and our employees worked tirelessly and turned what was a dream into reality," Azalea said, giving a heartfelt message.The crowd burst into applause once again, and her face was radiating genuine happiness. One could tell that she meant each word that she said. "If today, Reza, my husband, was here along with us, this moment of joy would have become a hundred times more special but-" She bit her lip, holding her breath inside, and soft tears rolled into her eyes before she pulled a smile once again, letting out a heavy sigh. "But it is okay, as his dream is with us, and I thank everyone from the depths of my heart who helped me achieve this dream." The tears in her eyes shined, and despite that, she smiled."I think I have said too much. If anyone has questions to ask, you can feel free," Azalea said, referring to the reporters who were on their toes to get the chance. As soon as they saw the opportunity, they started to shoot questions at her."Excuse me, when will Mr. Reza's daughter be joining the company, or will you continue running the company on your own?" an elderly reporter asked the question in a strange manner that made Azalea tilt her head and feel uncomfortable. The security team suddenly glanced at her for instruction, but after a short break, she slowly smiled."I apologize for taking a moment to respond. You mentioned Mr. Reza's daughter, so I thought you were referring to someone else and not my daughter Sinclair," she gave him a serious, hostile look, making it clear not to mess with her. "Yes, Sinclair will take over the company as soon as she graduates, and I will step down from my position. I hope that answers your question," she said softly but with a hint of warning in her tone."Any more questions?" she added."Me!" an enthusiastic voice came from the crowd of reporters. It was a young girl with lush green eyes and a small, cute face. She seemed to have the most important question of all time."Yes, what might that be?" Azalea asked."How – I mean, what is your skincare routine? Our viewers are desperate to know the secret of your beauty," she blurted out nervously. Her words caused the crowd to fall into a distinct silence, and then everyone turned to look at Azalea as if meaning to find the answers, and that made her nervous."Um... I –" she looked at Ray for help, but he too seemed shocked by the question. Azalea found herself helplessly staring at the crowd and then spoke, "I will send you the details personally." She chewed on the side of her cheeks awkwardly and then added, "Please leave your details with my assistant here. I hope that is all." She lowered her microphone and let out a painful moan. Sweat had formed on her forehead, and she gave the crowd a forced smile. "Please enjoy yourselves as I have some matters to attend to. Thank you." Azalea gave one dry laugh and stepped down from the stage before heading out of the doors. Her guards followed her closely to stop any sneaky reporters from following her. Ray took over once again and gave a few last words before the party officially began, and then he too disappeared behind the doors.Azalea's face had turned a few shades paler as she reached for her back and started kneading it. She took off her heels one after another as she walked and left them in the way not bothering about them in such time, her breathing heavy and labored. The sudden rush of panic and anxiety had left her feeling breathless, and she struggled to steady herself. "Did you get my bag from the car?" she asked, her voice trembling and breathy.The guard who was following her closely responded in a calm tone, "Yes, it's in your room, Madam."With a nod of thanks, Azalea hurried straight into one of the rooms in the hallway, her eyes scanning the space frantically. She needed her cream-colored handbag, which she had accidentally left in the car when she had rushed out of it earlier. Finally, she let out a sigh of relief when she spotted it and quickly picked it up, her hands shaking as she unzipped it to reveal a tablet organizer. With trembling hands, she clicked open one of the compartments and tossed a few tablets into her mouth, gulping them down forcefully.Suddenly, a voice caught her ear, making her lift her head slightly. It was Ray, holding a bottle of water. She groaned as the pain in her back intensified, and she let go of her bag, reaching out for the bottle with a shaky hand. She sat down on the couch beside her, sipping the water, which washed down the tablets, making her throat feel raw. Ray was holding onto her heels that she had left in the hallway."Did you eat?" Ray asked, his tone serious. Azalea buried her head in her hands, shaking it weakly. The pain was making it hard for her to speak up."Was this your first sip of the day?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. She nodded slowly, wincing as the pain continued to throb in her back. Ray let out a tired sigh, checking his watch, which showed that it was close to 9 pm."Boss, you know that the medicine won't work if you keep going around with an empty stomach, right?" he said, his tone stern.Azalea's heart sank as she asked, "Where is Sinclair?"Ray rolled his eyes, exasperated, and replied, "She isn't coming.""Give her a call," Azalea said, her voice hushed."I did, but she said she would spend her birthday with her friends," Ray replied, his tone resigned.Azalea moaned in pain for a while before she finally relaxed her body and let it fall on the couch. "I need to rest now. Take care of the party and the guests," she instructed Ray, her voice barely audible."What about Mr. Asher? What if he comes?" Ray asked, his tone worried."He isn't coming tonight, so it's okay for me to rest," Azalea mumbled, gesturing for Ray to leave. He half-heartedly followed her instructions and left the room, closing the door gently to avoid making noise.The moment the door closed, Azalea's eyes opened again, and she stared at it for a few seconds, confirming that she was alone. With a few careful movements, she reached out for her phone, searching for it on the couch as the pain in her abdomen made it hard for her to move freely. Finally, she found it and pulled it into her hand.She tilted the phone over the couch, her face buried in the cushion, and tapped the screen, pulling up her inboxes to see if she had received any replies from Sinclair. As she opened her conversation with Sinclair, her heart sank. There were never any messages from Sinclair's side, and she didn't bother to reply to Azalea's messages. The most recent message read,"Happy Birthday, Love. I hope we can have lunch together today. I will wait for you.""Sigh– it has been 20 years. What am I expecting?" She let go of her phone and closed her heavy eyelids, slipping into a deep sleep.
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Hazel was on the brink of insanity when a guy named Luke helped her back into life, he sent her 6 years back into past. Now in this life Hazel vowed not to commit the same bad deeds as she had done in her past life, but while going through all those things again Hazel realise that she had been resentful for the things she hadn’t even done. And when she meets the love of her life Who doesn’t remember her...will she be able to keep her calm and walk away without trying to catch his love again...
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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During her three years of marriage with Brendan, Adeline had become as humble as dust itself. However, what she got in return wasn't love and affection, but endless indifference and disdain. Worse yet, when the woman in Brendan's heart suddenly showed up, he further distanced himself from her. Finally, Adeline couldn't stand it anymore and asked for a divorce. After all, why should she stay with such a cold, distant man? The next one would surely be better. Brendan watched as his ex-wife left with her luggage in tow. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he made a bet with his friends. "She'll definitely regret leaving and will come crawling back to me in no time." After hearing about this bet, Adeline sneered. "Dream on!" A few days later, Brendan ran into his ex-wife in a bar. It turned out she was celebrating her divorce. Not long after, he noticed that the damned woman seemed to have a new suitor. Brendan was starting to panic. The woman who had clung to him for three years suddenly didn't seem to give a damn about him. What was he going to do?
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Eveline married Shane, an obstetrician, at the age of 24. Two years later, when she was five months pregnant, Shane aborted the baby himself and proceeded to divorce her. It was during these dark times that Eveline met Derek. He treated her tenderly and gave her warmth like she had never known before. He also caused her the greatest pain she ever had to endure. Eveline only grew stronger after everything she experienced, but would she be able to bear the truth when it was finally revealed? Who was Derek behind his charismatic facade? And what would Eveline do once she found out the answer?
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"