In the sprawling, sun-drenched hills of Oakwood, a bond blossoms between two childhood friends, Jewels and Marcel. Jewels, a shy and enchanting girl, finds solace in the company of Marcel, the kind-hearted boy who stands against the tide of teasing that swirl around her. But when her family abruptly moves away, the two are torn apart just as their hearts begin to entwine. Years later, Marcel has transformed into a formidable billionaire, the mastermind behind Luminary Technologies. With his fortune amassed, he's engaged to the glamorous heiress of his fierce rival, Nyx Innovations. But as he navigates the pressures of power and expectation, Marcel's heart yearns for something more-something true. In a twist of fate, one fateful day, Marcel decides to revisit his past. As memories flood back, he finds himself standing in front of an old treehouse, beckoned by the sweet echo of laughter that dances in the air. It is there that he stumbles upon a beautiful stranger... Jewels. Shocked recognition ignites the air as they share laughter and a fleeting embrace, awakening memories buried deep within their hearts. But Jewels isn't just a ghost of past love; she holds secrets of her own-she is the enigmatic owner of Nyx Innovations; the very company Marcel is bound to challenge. As they navigate the tangled web of love, ambition, and family rivalry, Marcel must confront the expectations of wealth and power. Will his heart win over the corporate machinations of the world he's built? Or will he sacrifice everything for the only girl who has ever held his heart?
The golden light of early summer slanted through the dusty windows of the Lambert family home, illuminating the forgotten corners of Marcel's childhood. As he stood near the polished granite counter, his finger tracing the path of memory beneath the remnants of a time long gone, he felt an itch in his chest, a familiar pang of nostalgia. The kitchen was empty but for the ghost of his mother's laughter, echoing off the ceramic tiles as she hustled to prepare a dinner that always ended too soon.
Marcel shifted his gaze outside, where the garden tangled like a wild kingdom. The enormous oak tree, with its gnarled roots and sprawling branches, still stood proud in the backyard. There, nestled high among its boughs, was the treehouse he had built with his childhood friend, Jewels. Memory flickered alive-a splintered piece of wood, a shared dream of summer and safety, a sacred place where the world outside melted away. What would it be like to be young and carefree again, unaware of the responsibilities that lurked just around the corner?
His thoughts swirled back to the sweeping heights of his modern life as a billionaire CEO of Vortex Innovations, a tech company renowned for its revolutionary advances in artificial intelligence. He had achieved so much-wealth, respect, power. He was on the verge of marrying Chloe Whittaker, daughter of his fiercest competitor at Apex Technologies, in a union that promised to strengthen both families. Everyone told him it was the right move. But inside, he felt an emptiness, a hollow echo of what he had once desired. He often pondered the price of success-was it worth sacrificing the essence of who he was?
On a day when the pressure was too much, when the high stakes of corporate warfare dragged him down, he commanded his driver to turn right, steering away from the shimmering skyline of his multi-million-dollar office toward a place buried beneath the rubble of his past. The cobblestone roads meandered through the old neighborhood, voices of children playing ringing like distant chimes. His heart raced as he neared the house where he'd spent those long, endless summers. It seemed small, yet impossibly full of cherished memories. And there it was-the treehouse he and Jewels had called their own.
As he stepped into the yard, he heard laughter drifting through the air, pulling at his heart like the softest of dreams. Intrigued, he approached, laden with memories that danced like shadows around him. The laughter grew louder, more intoxicating, and he anxiously moved closer, drawn into that moment, that sound.
Peeking through the branches, Marcel caught sight of a figure-a girl, youthful and radiant, struggling to clamber out of the treehouse. Her laughter was a melody he knew by heart, echoing the sound of long-lost summers, leading him helplessly down the path of sentimentality.
Rushing forward, he extended an anxious hand to help her down. They tumbled together to the ground, laughter spilling from their lips like the sweet nectar of nostalgia. When they finally regained their composure and pulled away from one another, he had to catch his breath, utterly spellbound in her warmth.
"I'm Marcel Lambert," he introduced himself, pulse racing as her eyes widened, sparking with recognition.
A smile lit up her face like a summer dawn, illuminating the soft angles of her cheeks and lips, making the dimple bloom in her left cheek. "Jewels?" he whispered, his voice breaking the spell of the moment.
Just like that, they were enveloped in each other's arms, the world around them fading into obscurity. Time fell away, and all the weight he had carried melted into pure, unadulterated joy. Memories surged-altered perspectives blending into a kaleidoscope of unforgotten and cherished moments. As they laughed and chatted, images of them as children filled their minds-running barefoot through the grass, splashing in the shallow end of the local pool, and sharing ice cream cones as the sun dipped below the horizon.
"I thought... I thought I'd never see you again!" Jewels exclaimed, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears of happiness. "When we moved, I couldn't believe it. I searched for you, asked everyone in the neighborhood, even wrote letters that I never sent. I thought I'd lost my best friend forever."
"I never stopped thinking about you," Marcel confessed, the gentle weight of truth hanging heavy in the air. "I used to dream we'd build our lives together. I wanted to be rich so that one day I could give you everything you've ever wanted-"
The moment froze. Jewels' expression turned serious, her brows knitting together as shadows crossed her features. "But... you're engaged now, aren't you?" The question hung there, heavy with implication.
"Yes," he replied, a flicker of pain igniting in his chest. "To Chloe Whittaker. It was supposed to be a strategic move-a smart business union. But..." He faltered, the words failing him. How could he possibly explain the nagging emptiness that came with all this success? "But standing here with you makes me question everything."
Jewels' gaze dropped, sadness flooding her voice. "Marcel, I'm happy for you. You became everything you ever wanted. I just..." She hesitated and took a deep breath. "I just wish we had gotten the chance to stay together."
The quiet weight of their shared past wrapped around them, and suddenly, Marcel found himself yearning for a different future-a different life altogether. Just then, the rustling of leaves interrupted the heavy silence, bringing laughter back full force. Children played nearby, their innocent joy a striking contrast to the complexity of the adults they would one day become.
"Let's not dwell on what could have been," Marcel said suddenly, grinning as a thought struck him. "Why don't we make new memories? Just for today?"
Jewels' expression brightened, as if a hidden door had opened inside her. "Are you serious? What do you have in mind?"
"Let's climb that treehouse again!" he suggested, his heart racing at the thought of the freedom it represented. "Relive our childhood. We can pretend for a moment that nothing has changed."
Jewels laughed, a sound bright and sweet, and sprang to her feet. "You first!" she challenged, pointing playfully at the tree.
With a playful shove, Marcel bounded toward the tree like a kid again, fueled by spontaneity and a desire to revel in the joy of the moment. They climbed together, feeling the cool sap of the old oak beneath their palms, their laughter mingling with the sounds of nature-the chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves dancing in the wind. When they reached the treehouse, sunlight poured through the gaps in the wooden walls, filling the cramped space with warmth.
Once inside, Jewels looked at him, her eyes sparkling like the stars above. "Can you believe it's really us up here?"
"Not in a million years," Marcel replied in wonder. "I thought I lost you, Jewels. This feels like magic."
As the colors of the sunset unfurled outside, they shared stories. Childhood dreams, fears, and ambitions poured from them, weaving together a tapestry of connection. For the first time in years, Marcel allowed himself to fully embrace his longing-to be with Jewels again, unshackled by the burdens of societal expectation.
"What do you do now?" Marcel asked, breaking the comfortable silence as they sat on the floor of the treehouse, legs dangling over the edge.
Jewels' eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "I'm working for a nonprofit that helps underprivileged kids gain access to technology. It's like giving them a passport to the future. I created a program for coding workshops. They're so excited to learn, and it reminds me of us, dreaming up our tech empires back here."
"Wow," he said, the pride swelling in his chest. "You always had a brilliant mind. I remember how you helped design that version of our little robot using just cardboard and some old electronics." He chuckled at the memory of their childhood invention, which had almost exploded when powered by batteries.
"I still have that in my garage," she exclaimed, laughter bubbling in her throat. "It was a true masterpiece of childhood ingenuity. Almost as brilliant as this moment, though, I think!"
Marcel chuckled, but within, a tumult of emotions roiled. The world he had built-his cutthroat empire and impending marriage-was at odds with this refuge he had sought in Jewels' laughter. He could sense that nagging voice whispering doubts about his upcoming nuptials. Was marrying Chloe a mistake? "Jewels, I don't just want to revive old memories. I want to-"
"Marcel?" she interjected, her face suddenly serious once more. "You don't have to say it. I can feel it, too. You're at a crossroads, and I don't want to be that reason you have to choose."
Her words hit him, cutting deeper than any business deal or acquisition he had ever faced. It was a cruel twist of fate that the very person he longed for was the one who could feel his struggle most acutely.
But before he could respond, the familiar sounds of laughter from neighboring children drew them back to the moment. Jewels leaned forward, peering through the slats of the treehouse, and her face broke into a bright smile again. "Let's go down and join them, Marcel! We can take part in their games! Capture the flag, maybe?!"
"Only if we can form an alliance!" he teased, the unease momentarily dulled by her infectious enthusiasm.
They climbed down the tree together, feeling the welcoming embrace of the grass beneath their feet. Jewels took his hand, her grip surprisingly firm, and they dashed off toward the scheme of children impatiently waiting beneath the oak's sprawling shadow.
As they played, time ceased to matter. Marcel felt the burden of adulthood slip away, replaced by the simplicity of joy and laughter. He watched Jewels transform with every gleeful shout, every exhilarating dash toward the makeshift goal, as her spirit ignited, radiating warmth even on that fading summer day.
But as the sunset cast golden streams across the yard, reminding him that day would soon turn into night, a flicker of anxiety stirred in his chest. The expanse of their futures loomed ahead, weighed down by the responsibilities he couldn't escape. Yet, spending such unadulterated hours with his long-lost love left a bitter-sweetness on his heart; if only their worlds could intertwine as easily as their hands did now.
With the sun finally laying down its golden mantle, Marcel knew one thing with certainty: he had to rediscover the passion-his first love, rooted in dreams woven together with Jewels. They rushed back to the treehouse for one last moment, letting the day fade into twilight before they retreated home to realities that felt more daunting than ever.
As they sat side by side, arms brushing against each other underneath the vast tapestry of stars that filled the night sky, Jewels turned to him with a tenderness that shook him. "Marcel, promise me that we won't let this be the last time. I'd hate to lose you again. You're too important to me."
"I promise," Marcel vowed, his heart steady with determination. "I won't lose you again."
But even as his words echoed into the night, he felt a knot of unease settle in his stomach. The empire he had built came with expectations, obligations, and looming shadows of family loyalty. Yet in that moment, holding Jewels' hand as they sat together in the old treehouse, he vowed to reclaim not just the love of his past but the part of himself he had left behind.
As Jewels' laughter mingled with the night air, a sudden anxiety struck him-a dissonant note against the harmony around them. He was engaged to Chloe, a union that represented his ascent into a world of influence and prestige, yet he felt inexplicably drawn to the life he had always imagined with Jewels. What if their reunion hadn't been an isolated incident? What if it was meant to be the start of something profound?
The sun slipped beneath the horizon, leaving behind an enchanting glow as shadows stretched and deepened around them. As they gazed into the expanse of the sky, filled with memories and what-ifs, Marcel found himself lost in thought. Little did he realize that the threads binding him to Jewels were far more intricate than he could possibly know; she would reshape the very foundation of his life and the empire he had built.
And thus began the lacework of destinies, entwined and intensified, where wealth shimmered in the shadows and love lingered like sweet perfume-even when faced with the reality that Jewels herself might hold a secret that could shift the foundation of their rekindled dream. As the stars twinkled above, he couldn't help but wonder if the cosmos had conspired to bring them together once more, challenging him to make a choice that would either forge a new path or entrap him in the gilded cage of duty.
In the sun-soaked paradise of South Beach, Catalina Consuela Romero is an ambitious journalist eager to make her mark. While covering an extravagant wedding for one of Lazaro Alverez Batista’s family members, she finds herself captivated not just by the opulence of the celebration but by Lazaro himself—a talented pastry chef with a passion for creating gourmet delights. As they share stolen moments amid the festivities, Catalina and Lazaro embark on a thrilling journey to fuse their dreams into a unique culinary experience, each dish infused with their blossoming connection. However, as their romance heats up, so do the challenges they face in the competitive culinary world. Unexpected revelations and the pressure to succeed threaten to tear them apart. "Flavors of Desire” is a sizzling, heartfelt tale of love, ambition, and the intoxicating magic of culinary creativity. Join Catalina and Lazaro as they navigate the delicate balance between their dreams and desires, discovering that the path to success is best traveled hand-in-hand—with a sprinkle of love and a dash of desire.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!