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In everyone's eyes, Dion Salvador was a perfect man. He was an ace of a generation, a business genius who attained success at a very young age. He was the envy of every man and the desire of every woman. He didn't just have the perfect look, he had wealth and everything else. However, who could have thought that such a perfect man like Dion would be suffering from a terrible illness and only have a year to live? Elara is an average woman who doesn't believe in perfection. She believed that everyone was flawed and only God was perfect. However, fate brings the two together as husband and wife. What happens when Elara falls for him but his only motive is to have a child to continue his legacy after he is gone?
"You have just a year to live" the doctor told him. "But if u get treatment now, you might still have a chance.
"There will be no treatment," Dion gave a curt response, still retaining his usual aloofness. Such news which would usually send one into a state of panic seemed like the daily live broadcast to Dion. He seemed to be taking it lightly even though it was a matter of life and death.
"No one should know about this," Dion said with finality, his cold gaze never leaving the doctor's face.
Instantly, the doctor was filled with intense fear as he had already informed Dion's family of his dire situation, hoping that they would convince the latter to take treatment. However, he couldn't help but feel like he had just dug his own grave by doing so_The look Dion was giving him was enough to make one pee his pants.
His eyes bore deeply into the doctor's, almost as if he wanted to see through his soul, making the doctor quickly avert his gaze. He could feel his back and forehead already drenched in cold sweat, while he also suppressed the urge to urinate. Never in his life had he met someone so intimating. His presence alone made one feel suffocated and his eyes... His eyes were as dark and lifeless as a moonless night, devoid of any glimmer of hope or warmth. They held a depth of emptiness that sent a shiver down anyone's spine.
"Erh... Mr. Salvador, If you'd excuse me, I have another patient to attend to," the doctor quickly stood up, leaving the office before Dion could respond.
Once he was out of the office, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
...
Back at the Salvador mansion, old Mr. Salvador paced back and forth, in the living room, occasionally glancing at the entrance with impatience evident on his face.
"Pacing about won't solve anything," his wife, Diana mumbled, glancing up to meet her husband's gaze. She was sitting on one of the couches while holding a fashion magazine and although she was worried, she didn't show it, instead, her expression was as calm as a tranquil lake on a quiet summer evening.
"How can I be calm Dia? I'm only like this because of your grandson why won't he just listen to the doctor? He's just...
His words were cut short as soon as his grandson walked into the living room. Old man Salvador immediately stuttered toward him stopping him before he could proceed any further.
"Young man, what's this I'm hearing? You refuse to take treatment," Old man Salvador stamped his walking stick to the ground, glaring at his grandson furiously.
"You will take treatment immediately."
"That darn doctor," Dion cursed under his breath, his eyes turning extremely cold. After all, he did warn the doctor not to tell a soul, who would have thought the doctor would defy him?
"I won't take treatment," Dion was unshaken even in the face of his angry-looking grandfather. And just like always, he returns the old man's glare with his expressionless one.
"You...
"Let him be Aaron... He just arrived, you should at least let him take a seat first, or better still, let him go upstairs and rest. We'll talk about this again at dinner," the old madam made a sign for Dion to leave at the same time pulling her husband away.
"Nana, there is nothing to talk about, I won't change my mind."
The couple halted their movement.
"You unfilial grandson," Aaron intended to approach his grandson, but his wife's firm hold prevented him from doing so.
Diana pulled Aaron away to their garden.
"Sit," She said, pointing at one of the stools and she watched as her husband reluctantly sat on the stool.
Sighing, Diana also sat on one of the stools beside him, gently holding his hands.
"Aaron, you know how your grandson is, even if you move the heaven and earth once his mind is made up, it's impossible to change."
"But we can't let him die like that Dia, he is our only grandson."
"I know Aaron. After we lost his parents all we had was him and for years we feared that he would end up like his mother, having the same deadly illness. Now that it is confirmed, we need to use the right approach to make him get treatment... We need to get him married."
Aaron raised his brow. " How does getting him married solve this?"
"Aaron, remember that love drove his father to his early grave," Dion's father had fallen into deep depression after losing his wife, and lost his own life a month later while drunk driving. So Diana believed that the same love could help her grandson.
"Maybe if he could love someone, then he'll agree to take treatment... Don't worry I already have everything planned out we just have to convince him.
"What if he doesn't fall in love? You know your grandson, his heart is harder than a piece of rock," Aaron muttered, looking worried.
Diana looked at him with a faint smile and replied,
"We can only hope...
*Day of the wedding*
Dion's eyes were glued to the entrance of the church as he stood on the altar, wearing a black suit with his long raven black hair neatly styled back in a neat bun. His gaze was filled with impatience... One could mistake that he was eager to get married because he was madly in love with the woman. Although it wasn't entirely false, however, his eagerness was so he could get it done with, after all, he was quite a busy man.
Glancing at the entrance one more time, Dion took his gaze to his grandparents.
Besides his grandparents, there were only a few more people in attendance and they were Dion's relatives. His granduncle, grandaunt, his friends Rune, Galvin, and Mark, and a few other relatives. The other guests were from his soon-to-be bride's side. Although Dion was the number one elite in the country, the richest and most desirable man who even goes by the title... the perfect man, only a few people were aware of his wedding... Those who were the closest to him and his family.
Dion wanted a low-profiled wedding, after all, what was the use of a lavished, high-profiled wedding when he only had a year to live? Furthermore, he wasn't marrying for love.
"Nana...
The sound of bells cuts off his speech.
Dion immediately averts his gaze to the entrance of the church, watching his soon-to-be bride being led forward by her father...
Princess Zara is 21 years old, and the only daughter of King Alan and queen Lyarra. She was asked to marry their enemy, King Carl of Everton in other to protect her nation Azrael and its people. ****** The princess was now standing in front of me. But she was not what I expected. In fact, to say I was disappointed was an understatement. Like what the fuck. I've heard stories about how beautiful and enchanting she was, but the woman standing in front of me was completely opposite from that description. I could also see the confused look on my council member's face, while Gwen who was also standing among the council members had a smirk. The woman standing in front of me was chubby. What the hell? I thought they said she was slim and slender. She even had a mole on her nose and when she smiled at me, I almost puked. She had a huge gap tooth and looked like a clown. Can someone put her out of my misery? I thought. It's a good thing I didn't go out to welcome her. "Greetings your highest," she said, and I almost died. Her voice was deep like a man's voice. So much for an angelic voice. Who the hell gave that description of her, I wouldn't hesitate to kill them if I find them. My eyes caught with another beautiful ocean blue ones, and I was lost staring that them. I scanned the face of the person, and it was so beautiful, like the most beautiful face, I've ever seen. The face was so small that it could fit into my palm. She was dressed like a boy, but I knew she was a girl. She had a smirk on her face as she looked at me. What, is she also laughing at my misery, I thought and scoff. Why can't she be the princess? I thought, sighing how unfortunate I am. There is no way I was marrying that ugly princess. "Greetings your Majesty," I heard the most angelic voice, I've ever heard said, and I glanced up to see the same beautiful face staring at me. "I'm princess Zara of Azrael," she announced, and everyone gasped.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
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.
Elisa watched as the most important people in her life showered the evil imposter-The fake heiress, with love. Elisa, the lost daughter of one of the most wealthiest family was found 18 years later and was brought back to her rightful home. However, someone had already taken her place. A fake heiress, the pampered little princess. Her coy acting and innocent façade made Elisa's real mother love her more than Elisa, her real daughter. That made Elisa, though, the true daughter end up as an adopted child. "Elisa, could you try not to appear in front of her too much as it could trigger her insecurities." Her parents had told her because of the fake heiress. "Elisa, You've taken everything away from her. Why can't you give her a little more?" Her fiancé had ordered her. Because of an unfortunate accident plotted by Isabelle-The fake heiress, Elisa was sent to prison and her family cut ties with her without a second thought. Four years, after much torture which led to her being crippled and blind on one eye, she was released, but got hit by a truck. While laying on the pool of her blood, she wanted to question, Why? Why had they all treated her so cruelly, while they love Isabelle unconditionally? She badly wanted to rip off Isabelle's mask of innocence, to reveal the fake, manipulative woman beneath. She was full of hatred. But after her death, she woke up back to when she was 18 years like all that happened were all nightmare. She was elated. She was reborn to re-live all that had happened in her last life, but now, her mission was to reveal mask beneath that woman and make everyone that made her suffer in her past life pay. It was her time for revenge! And definitely, she won't mess this up!
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."