"I hate you !" Clara muttered at him."What did I do?!" He replied, looking shocked and slightly hurt. "Well, for starters, you are a total jackass, oh, and you stabbed me in the back, Literally!." "You're still upset about that? Women are confusing... Lucifer shook his head and sighed."Stop fighting like a girl," He said in a mocking tone, which didn't faze Clara at all. "You know what, Mr. billionaire, the majority of a man using just fits to fight, if I fought like a girl I would rip your head off with my nails or teeth and yes,you would beg me to stop." "Have you come this far to accomplish your half-done chaos as in heaven?" Clara asked Lucifer while making eyeball contact with him. "That's just a myth, and some people chose to abuse our name. Anyway, I never did any evil and am here to do better" Lucifer replied sounding all innocent while still carrying the groceries I bought in the store. "Tell that to a kid. Not to Clara!" I flared up. But in all, he was still gazing at my eyeballs. "To you, it might sound like a fallacy, but I mean what I just said!" He replied while still wearing his smiley face. "What exactly do you want from me?" Clara angrily questioned him. "Your heart!" He said... Those were the conversations between Lucifer and Clara who had awful experiences when first they met. Clara developed an unquantifiable hatred for men because of how his dad treated his mother, and that stiffened her heart from falling in love with men. Lucifer who never cared whether he was welcome or not kept placing his request expecting to have a positive response. His conclusion was to either get what he wanted or die in the process.
Clara~
I came down from the slinky bus so tired since I was just coming back from high school. Just a glance at my face would define my mood.
My school bag hung helplessly on my left shoulder as I held my parasol with my right hand. Heading straight towards my street, I saw a young man who was trekking towards my destination.
A glance at him coupled with the fact that I was tired just got me angry. Truly, he was innocent of my feelings, but whenever I, Clara, remember the incident between my parents, it pushes bad blood down my spine.
Generally, it forced me to hate that gender even without a course. I do know not whether to think of the trauma my so-called father caused my mom or the one he caused to me.
I was already a step away from him before I realized that he greeted me even not minding that he was older than myself, while I didn't say a word to him. Rather, I kept straight my head and walked straight home."Hello, mum!"I whispered gently as I entered the house and detected a grave silence in the house.
Mum couldn't reply to me. I repeated twice, but couldn't hear her say a word. Though I was tired, hurriedly kept my bag and rushed into her room. "Jeez! What's wrong?No one was there to hear me screaming except my mum, who lay helplessly on the floor.
I touched her body it was warm but mummy could not give a response to my multiple questions. As I held her head up, she couldn't hold herself.
No one was there to hear my outcry. I tried all I could to carry her, but she was heavier than I imagined. Luckily, I looked up and saw her handset on the couch beside her." Hello! Hello!! There's an emergency at..." I paused abruptly as I realized that no one was replying to me from the other end.
I could hear my heartbeat and breaths. "Hello, this is emergency services, calm down and report the situation"Someone finally replied from the other end."My mum is on the verge of dying and no one to take her to the hospital." "Your location, please.
"In a few words, I told her my address, and just in a short while, an ambulance arrived at our house and took my mum to the hospital."You need to can down, Clara, let's do our job!""She's my mum! Please help me out."I kept lamenting, not minding what they were saying.
While in the emergency room, all I could do was keep caressing my mom's hand. I could see nurses running helter-skelter applying one technique and the other."Doctor! Please save my mum. She's all I've got.
I continued seething, but they weren't concerned about my words.While my heart was palpitating continuously, at one point, I realized hot fluid rolling down my chin. It could be confusing to determine whether it was tears or sweat. I was almost soaked with sweat. I wasn't concerned about that, but it caught my attention when it finally entered my eyes.
Continuously, the nurses would be testing her with one gadget and the other..."Don't tell me that my mother is dead. Save her, she's all I've got. Mum, you can't die....""Young lady, please be calm, let's do our job. Would you like to wait for us outside the building?"A nurse interrupted me from yelling at them.
Not just her words, but the way she acted, and what she said, made me realize that I was becoming a distraction to my mother's health. But in all, I want her alive again. I couldn't just watch my mum, and she would die like that.In a short while, just like in a dream, I overheard my mother sneezing.
Such a long-awaited joy. I hoped that it would finally arrive, but always doubted my hope since my mum was unconscious for some while. How best would I express my heartfelt appreciation? I was still lost in thought when I realized hot tears rolling down my chin.
"Mom, stay with me! Nothing will happen to you!"With ecstasy of mine, I hurried to hug her on the gatch bed."Thank God you're ba...!"Unfortunately, I got interrupted by a nurse."Take it easy! She's yet to recuperate.""That's fine! Continue your work, ma!"Just as the conversation between myself and the nurse was going on, I realized that the doctor was quietly gazing at me."Clara!" He finally spoke up.
He forced a grin on his face, though I needed no one to tell me that it was faked."Yesss sir!"Already my heartbeat changed."We require some money to carry out some dialysis on your mammy. And she needs urgent attention""I know it. Where will I start?
We don't have up to 100 Cents in that house."I intruded with my horrible voice and expression."Please, you people should help me. She's all I have. I'm an ordinary part-time bartender.""That's all I can say for now. If we can get up to a thousand dollars or so, we will start."The doctor continued, not minding my complaints.
Shockingly to me, he pulled the hand gloves and left me with the nurses in the emergency room. Looking at the nurses, I could see it written all over their faces that they can't explore any option of theirs.
They are bent to obey the doctor's verdict. Already they've raised the work. I could see them communicating with their facial expressions.
While my mother lay helpless on the gatch bed. Instead of waiting and thinking of how to get the money, I had to start from somewhere in search of it.But in all sincerity, I have no idea of making such an amount in that period.
Even my 10 months' salary might not sum to that. While I have no relatives to help me out."Anyway, Clara! Something has to be done.
And you have the options. To either save your mum or leave her to die now that we need you most"I whispered to myself though it sounded as if someone said it to me. Reflexively I zoomed out of the hospital, having nowhere in mind to get the money.
"That baby in your womb can't be mine; you're just a prostitute who wants to find a way with me," he declares, dismissing her claims with a venomous sneer. Reeling from the brutality of her past and the harrowing reality of a rape that stole more than her security, Chelsea fights back tears. Her dreams of studying abroad are dimming, ensnared by the billionaire's ruthless terms: a contract marriage as his way out. But even in her darkest moments, Chelsea refuses to lose hope. She must navigate this cruel game of power and preservation, armed only with her resilience and a burning desire to reclaim her future. ****** I never thought my life could be shattered in an instant. It was a cold, dark night when I was forcefully raped by a heartless billionaire. The violation left me broken and lost, but the worst was yet to come. When I discovered I was pregnant as a result of the assault, my world crumbled around me. Determined to reclaim my life and find a sense of empowerment, I made the difficult decision to leave my country behind and seek solace in a new environment. The journey was arduous, filled with pain and uncertainty, but I refused to be defined by my past trauma. Slowly, I began to rebuild myself, piece by piece, finding strength in the depths of my despair.
"Are you telling me that the triplets might not be mine?"I don't know, Robert, I don't know who the father is." Christine shouted at the top of her voice and slammed the door behind her after being rude to her husband. ****** Christine was successful, married woman juggling the demands of her career and personal life. On the surface, everything seems perfect. But beneath the façade, Christine keeps a secret that could shatter her marriage. Christine has been having an affair with her charming and wealthy boss.Their passionate encounters are a stark contrast to her routine life at home. Everything takes a dramatic turn when Christine discovers she's pregnant—with triplets. Panicked and desperate, Christine decides to keep the paternity of the babies a secret. She convinces herself and everyone around her that the children are her husband's. But as the months pass, the truth becomes harder to conceal. The moment of reckoning arrives when it's undeniable that the triplets bear a striking resemblance to her Boss. Whispers and suspicions turn into open accusations, and Christine's carefully constructed life begins to crumble. Caught between her loyalty to her husband and her undeniable connection to her Boss Christine must navigate the fallout of her choices. Will she find the courage to face the truth and fight for her family's future, or will the secrets she's kept tear everything apart? "Love &betrayal."
Welbeck was the epitome of an eligible son-in-law. He was successful in his career, financially stable, kind-hearted, and always put his family first. He had been with his girlfriend, Keira, for three years and was ready to take the next step in their relationship. Keira's parents had high expectations for their daughter's future husband and were initially skeptical of Welbeck. However, he slowly won them over with his respectful manners, genuine interest in their family traditions, and admiration for their daughter. Welbeck also went out of his way to bond with Keira's younger brother, who had initially been hesitant about his older sister's new boyfriend. Welbeck was a successful entrepreneur who started his own business and had a great reputation in his industry. However, he never let his work consume him, always made time for Keira, and was supportive of her career aspirations. Additionally, Welbeck had a strong sense of family values, which was essential to Keira's parents. He not only took the time to get to know her family but also made an effort to connect them with his own family. Keira's parents were impressed by Welbeck's ability to balance his professional life with his commitment to his family. What set Welbeck apart from other potential son-in-laws was his genuine love and care for Keira. He was attentive to her needs, made her laugh, and always put her first. Keira's parents saw that Welbeck was more than just a good match, but the perfect partner for their daughter. In the end, Welbeck proposed to Keira in a grand gesture that embodied all of the qualities they valued. Keira's family was thrilled to have him as their future son-in-law, and they knew that Welbeck would continue to make Keira happy for years to come.
Blurb: "Evening, Alison," Joel said with a charming smile, his eyes locking onto hers. "I couldn't help but be drawn to your energy from across the room. Mind if I join you?" Alison, surprised but intrigued, looked up from her textbook. "Sure, why not?" she replied, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. As they engaged in conversation, Joel skillfully blended sophistication and charisma. "You seem like someone who appreciates the finer things in life," he remarked, gesturing to the opulent surroundings. "I couldn't help but wonder if you'd join me for dinner sometime. I know this charming little place that serves the most exquisite cuisine." Alison, initially cautious, found herself intrigued by Joel's proposition. "Dinner sounds nice," she admitted, a playful glint in her eyes. "But I hope you're not expecting me to be impressed by your wealth." Joel chuckled, appreciating her candor. "I value authenticity, Alison. Let's make it a date where we can enjoy good conversation and perhaps discover common interests beyond the surface." "A good conversation?" Alison murmured to herself. "Sure ! ...Alison said with a reassuring smile and excused herself as she stands away from the table when she saw her best friend, Melissa approaching. "Ermm,I guess it's a goodbye,I have to go now." She calmly said. "No problem, let's make it on the day scheduled ". With a deep smile Joel said and watched Alison walk to her friend. "Love story begins."!
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
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.”
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
"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."