Tristan's girlfriend stabbed him in the back on his twentieth birthday. Heartbroken and embarrassed, he cried his eyes out until he vomited blood and fainted. A droplet of his blood stained the ring he never took off his finger. Like magic, the bloodline detector that had been inactive for twenty years was finally activated. The system showed Tristan a lot of jaw-dropping things about his origin. In the blink of an eye, he went from being a poor student to a big shot who owned several investments and businesses. He soon went on to become the richest young man in the world. All those who humiliated him in the past, including his backstabbing ex, came crawling to his feet. Should he pay them back in their own coin?
"Aunt Susie, I'm doing fine in school. You don't have to send me money anymore. I'm healthy, and there's no need for you to visit, what with your work schedule being so full."
When the call was over, the smile and calmness Tristan Stanfield had just managed to show vanished.
He stared at the medical examination report he was holding, tears welling up in his eyes and a lump forming in his throat.
On the final page, the report stated, "Diagnosed with acute lymphocytic leukemia. Hospitalization for treatment is urgently recommended!"
Leukemia!
Tristan couldn't believe what he was reading.
The thought that he could have leukemia was beyond him.
Leukemia. That meant blood cancer!
"Aunt Susie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hide it from you. But I... I had no other option. I didn't want to be a burden to you."
Tristan clenched his teeth, whispering in a low voice.
Teardrops trickled down from his eyes. As tears fell onto the examination report, the word "leukemia" became blurred.
His vision became blurry.
In that moment, Tristan wished more than anything that this was all just a nightmare, hoping to soon wake up.
Yet, this cruel twist of fate wouldn't spare him his feelings.
Indeed, this was yet another harsh blow in his life.
Tristan, whose parents died when he was a child, was left with nothing but a simple bronze ring.
His aunt, Susie Brooks, had taken him in, and through sheer determination, he had earned a place at Singve University.
He had dreams of graduating, securing a good job, working hard to earn money, and repaying his aunt for her love and support.
Just as he was starting to see a bright future ahead, he collapsed and was rushed to the hospital by his classmates.
The diagnosis was leukemia.
The cost of treatment could reach up to 500, 000, assuming that everything went smoothly and a suitable bone marrow donor was found.
Tristan took a deep breath, steeling himself with determination. "No, I cannot surrender!"
Throughout the years, he hadn't just relied on his aunt. He had worked part-time jobs while studying, saving money to lighten the financial load on his aunt.
The money he had saved was with his girlfriend, Ellie Harrison, for keeping it safe.
Thinking about Ellie made Tristan feel a warmth spread through him, and his gaze turned determined.
To him, Ellie was gentle and kind-hearted. Unlike other students who sneered at his need to work, Ellie had looked past what others thought and chosen to be with him.
Tristan believed Ellie was the beacon of light in his darkness.
With this thought, a spark of hope lit up in him.
He planned to get his savings from Ellie and then proceed to the hospital for a thorough check-up.
Could there have been an error in his diagnosis?
Without delay, he reached out to Ellie.
Yet, after several rings, the call unexpectedly cut off.
His brows knitted together in concern, and he tried once more.
This time, after a long wait, Ellie picked up.
"Ellie, where are you? I need to see you. There's something important we need to discuss," Tristan said.
Ellie sounded rushed and slightly irritated on the phone. "I'm at the library, swamped with studies. Can we talk about this tomorrow?"
Before Tristan could respond, she ended the call.
Tristan stood there, taken aback, and then let out a deep sigh.
Tomorrow?
How many "tomorrows" could he realistically count on?
Just then, two girls walked by, deep in conversation. He couldn't help but overhear their chat.
"Who's that girl we just saw at the entrance of the dorm? She managed to snag Kevin Vance."
"Oh, that's Ellie Harrison. She's my neighbor in the dorm. Really pretty, and she's got guts too. She went ahead and organized a whole ceremony to declare her feelings to Kevin, the rich heir."
The girls giggled and moved on.
But Tristan remained frozen, as if struck by a bolt of lightning.
Ellie?
Kevin Vance, the wealthy heir?
A ceremony to declare her feelings?
A cloud of disbelief enveloped Tristan's mind.
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
WARNING: This Book Contains Explicit scenes And Adult Languages 🔞 Do you like reading steamy, naughty, dirty, and filthy romances?? If your answer is yes, get ready for the ultimate erotic excitement that will get your blood pumping and your ovaries twitching. This novel is a collection of short erotic stories. It contains all manner of sexual explicit including friends with benefits StepSister And Brother, Stepdaddy, Office, Stepmother, Lesbian, Teacher and student, Doctor and patient, domination Etc. If you are under 18yrs, this book is not for you.
She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
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