Dr. Victor Frank, a lecturer at a university in Nairobi City, Kenya, is a man haunted by the loss of his family in a tragic accident. A man on the edge, teetering between sanity and obsession, but it was this precarious balance that gave him an unparalleled focus. Amidst his grief, he finds solace in a secret project, he has created a humanoid robotic form that bears an uncanny resemblance to his deceased daughter. In search of a power source for his creation, Dr. Victor Frank encounters a mysterious woman by the name of Blue, on a shady internet forum. She claims the existence of advanced alien technology that ancient human civilizations called "The Phoenix". To gain his trust she gives him an ancient artifact known as "the Wand," as proof of her claims of the existence of this ancient technology. Following a clandestine heist in a castle in Wales, they retrieve an artifact that Blue promises is the key to finding this ancient power. But they are not alone in their interest in the Phoenix. A mysterious figure wearing an Ouroboros ring is tracking their every move, as they journey to the Saudi-Arabian desert where the Phoenix awaits.
The rain hammered down like a relentless barrage, the once-tranquil river now a monstrous torrent, the bridge was barely visible through the downpour. Inside the sedan, Victor gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white with tension. Beside him, his daughter Sophie sat in the passenger seat, her eyes wide with fear.
"Sophie, we can't wait here forever," Victor said, his voice barely above a whisper. "The water's rising, and if we don't cross now, we might never get to the award ceremony."
"I don't know Dad, it seems dangerous!" She said craning her neck and trying to look ahead.
Victor peered through the rain-streaked windshield. Other cars had lined up in front of them, their tail lights casting eerie red shadows in the gloom. Time was running out.
"I know it's scary, but I'll keep you safe. Trust me," Victor reassured her, and with a deep breath, he got out of the lane and edged the car forward. The sedan crept onto the bridge, its tires splashing through the gathering waters. The structure groaned ominously under the weight of the rushing water.
Halfway across, a deafening roar filled their ears, like the sound of thunder rumbling, as the river surged. Victor's eyes darted to the passenger seat window-only to see a wall of water barreling towards them.
"Sophie! Hold on!" Victor shouted over the tumultuous noise. "It's going to hit us!" he yelled, pushing the accelerator to the floor. The car surged forward with a desperate burst of speed.
"Dad I'm scared!" Sophie's voice was a fragile thread amidst the cacophony of the storm.
Victor reached out, his hand finding hers. "I've got you, Sophie. Just hold on tight."
But with a thunderous crash, the floodwaters engulfed the sedan. The car lurched violently as the floodwaters struck with the force of a thousand fists. The sedan shuddered as if in protest, its engine whining in distress. Sophie screamed as the sedan was lifted like a leaf in the wind. Glass shattered as the murky depths clawed their way inside. The world outside became a blur of swirling darkness and churning water.
The water swirled around them, cold and unrelenting, as darkness closed in.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
"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.