A Story about a prince who feel in love again
A Story about a prince who feel in love again
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Verendelle, there lived a prince named Alexander. He was known far and wide for his striking appearance, with eyes as blue as sapphires and hair as golden as the summer sun. Despite his outer beauty, Prince Alexander was filled with a longing in his heart-a yearning for true love.
The prince had attended countless royal balls and banquets, hoping to find that special someone who would capture his heart. Yet, none of the maidens he met seemed to touch his soul in the way he had envisioned.
One day, while walking through the palace gardens, Prince Alexander saw a painting being created by a talented artist named Isabelle. As he approached her, he was struck not only by her artistry but also by her inner and outer beauty. Isabelle had eyes that sparkled like emeralds and a smile that lit up the garden.
Fascinated by her, the prince struck up a conversation with Isabelle, and as they spoke, he discovered that she possessed a kind heart and a gentle spirit. They shared their dreams, their fears, and their hopes for the future, and in each other's company, they found solace and understanding.
As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Prince Alexander and Isabelle spent more and more time together, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. The prince knew in his heart that he had finally found the one he had been searching for-a love so pure and true that it filled his soul with joy.
On a clear summer evening, under a canopy of twinkling stars, Prince Alexander knelt before Isabelle and declared his love for her. With tears of joy in her eyes, Isabelle embraced the prince and accepted his proposal, knowing that she had found her true love in him as well.
Their wedding was a grand affair, attended by nobles and commoners alike, all gathered to celebrate the union of two souls destined to be together. And so, Prince Alexander and Princess Isabelle ruled over the kingdom of Verendelle with love and compassion, their hearts forever intertwined in a bond that could never be broken.
And they lived happily ever after, a shining example of true love that inspired all who knew them to believe that such a love was possible-a love that transcended time and space, a love that was as eternal as the stars in the sky.
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
Katherine endured mistreatment for three years as Julian's wife, sacrificing everything for love. But when his sister drugged her and sent her to a client's bed, Katherine finally snapped. She left behind divorce papers, walking away from the toxic marriage. Years later, Katherine returned as a radiant star with the world at her feet. When Julian saw her again, he couldn't ignore the uncanny resemblance between her new love and himself. He had been nothing but a stand-in for someone else. Desperate to make sense of the past, Julian pressed Katherine, asking, "Did I mean nothing to you?"
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
Abandoned as a child and orphaned by murder, Kathryn swore she'd reclaim every shred of her stolen birthright. When she returned, society called her an unpolished love-child, scoffing that Evan had lost his mind to marry her. Only Evan knew the truth: the quiet woman he cradled like porcelain hid secrets enough to set the city trembling. She doubled as a legendary healer, an elusive hacker, and the royal court's favorite perfumer. At meetings, the directors groaned at the lovey-dovey couple, "Does she really have to be here?" Evan shrugged. "Happy wife, happy life." Soon her masks fell, and those who sneered bowed in awe.
Katherine spent five years at Vincent's side-model secretary by day, compliant lover by night. When she heard of his arranged marriage, she stifled her pain and planned a quiet exit. That resolve cracked the moment she met his fiancée, daughter of the woman who'd wrecked her own family. Rage replaced obedience; Katherine resolved to claim Vincent. Yet he kept tossing her loyalty tips like she was only a plaything. Heart stung, she walked away with her last scrap of pride. Four years later they crossed paths again, a child gripping her hand. "I don't care who's the father," Vincent pleaded. "Come back, please!"
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