For Nathaniel Douglas to take over the family business, he had to get married. Myrabelle Pierce, a humble girl from a humble family, was currently in need of a large sum of money to pay for her father's heart surgery. Her unlikely meeting with a stranger at the park provided her with a way to get the money and even more; she had to marry a billionaire stranger. Will this union solve her problems, or create even bigger ones for her? Will she be able to stay when she finds out about the billionaire stranger's past?
Myrabelle
I could not believe my ears. Three months? That's all my dad had to live if I didn't get the money.
"Would it be okay to pay in parts?" I asked the kind doctor. She had been very patient and understanding when treating my dad.
"Yes, but you must pay the initial deposit which is 40% of the sum. After the surgery, you can pay the balance in three installments of 20% each." I quickly did the math in my head.
"1.2 million dollars? That's the initial deposit? I may as well pay the three million in full." I was already on the verge of tears. There was no possible way I could get the money in time to save my dad.
"Thank you doctor." I thanked Doctor Marley as I left the office, and then the hospital. How on earth was I supposed to find three million dollars on time? I walked a little while before I got to central park. I sat on a bench under a large tree and stared at the many people that were enjoying the hot summer sun. Some were having small picnics, while some were having serious conversations from what I could see.
My attention turned when I heard loud feminine laughter, and I saw a cute girl who looked to be in her teens talking animatedly to her dad. It looked like a mini celebration as a cupcake with a candle sat in their middle alongside a bottle of wine. I envied her, because while she was making happy memories with her dad, mine was on a sickbed fighting for his life. I couldn't even afford to get him admitted to the hospital.
"Young lady, why are you crying so hard?'' My attention fell on a man beside me who looked to be in his early fifties. I didn't notice when he sat beside me, or that I was crying until I felt the dampness on my cheek.
"I am fine, it's nothing." I tried to wipe the tears from my face and gave him a fake smile so he wouldn't be worried.
"Come on, don't give me that. Whenever a person says they are fine, it is a silent call for help. So, tell me, what are you calling for help for?" There was something warm and comforting about the man's presence. I felt like I could talk to him, and I'll feel better. After all, I probably wouldn't see him again.
"Why is life so sweet for some people and hard for others?" I smiled bitterly as I let my eyes wander to the girl and her father. I saw her blow out the candle on her cake and I scoffed.
"The last time I got a birthday cake was when I clocked ten." The girl hugged her dad affectionately and I longed to be in her shoes.
"Why is that?" The man asked me.
"Because my parents could not afford it. My dad used to work at a construction site, and we were living a fairly stable life until he had a terrible accident. He fell from two stories on his back and had to go into surgery. Everyone was shocked he survived, but his spine didn't. He has been in a wheelchair ever since. We've been shuffling between medications and hospital visits since then because he had other complications. They spent all their savings on the surgery, and all my mum's earnings on hospital visits and drugs." I wiped a stray tear that escaped my eyes, and I felt the man's arms cover mine in comfort.
"I lost my mum four years later, and it was all my fault. She took me for a party, and I left my favorite purse behind. She told me to let go, that I had many other nice ones, but I said I wanted to keep that one. I was selfish. I didn't consider how tired she was, I didn't consider the snow falling heavily, I didn't consider that it was almost midnight, instead, I insisted she got it for me. She didn't complain, instead, she got her keys and drove me back to the venue. She waited patiently for me to search for my purse, and even hugged me happily when I found it. We were on our way back and.....and we got hit by a drunk kid." I was full-on sobbing, but I didn't try to stop the tears. I deserve it and more.
"I saw the car coming recklessly, but I couldn't do anything. I saw her bleeding out, and I saw life leave her eyes, but I couldn't do anything......" A sob choked me, and I couldn't continue talking. The man pulled me against his chest and patted my back as I cried.
"My child, actions and situations we can't control are never our fault." He tried to comfort me, but I knew better. I could have just waited till morning, instead of being a spoilt selfish brat. She would still be alive now and my dad would not have had a heart attack that damaged his brain that needs three million dollars to be fixed.
"But I could have controlled it." I said in a teary haze.
"You couldn't have known what would happen. You couldn't have known that there would be a bunch of drunk kids driving. You couldn't have known what would happen. The only thing I want you to know there is that your mum was always ready to move mountains for you, even though it cost her life." I raised my head from his chest and looked into his clear blue eyes that held sincerity and for the first time since my mum's death, I felt comforted. I had never looked at it that way, and I had been carrying the guilt for ten years, but no matter what, it was a situation I couldn't control.
"You know, now that I think back to it, she had eyebags under her eyes, and her back was slouched from the stress of working three jobs, but she still agreed to take me without a trace of frustration or anger, and she hugged me in happiness when I found it." My eyes were glistering again as tears resurfaced, but this time, it was happy tears.
"That is how you should remember the situation from now on my child." I smiled genuinely for the first time in a long while and nodded in response. I sat up and stared around the park with a newfound lightness. Never would I have thought that I would be pouring out my heart to a stranger. But I must admit, I needed this closure.
"How is your dad?" Gloominess overtook my features once again as I thought about him.
"He had a heart attack that caused brain damage. We need a lot of money for him to do a correction surgery, or he has just three months to live. But I can't even afford to admit him to a hospital, not to mention paying for the surgery." I sighed in exhaustion. I had been thinking of what to do, but I couldn't come up with a solution.
"Hmm, how much does the surgery cost?" He asked.
"Three million dollars" I answered, unsure about the direction our conversation was going in.
"What if I offered you a job that would pay you even more than that?" My eyes widened in surprise. What job can he possibly offer that will pay me three million dollars in less than three months? Is he a criminal?
"I am not a criminal my child." He chuckled as if he could hear my thoughts.
"It is a rather tasking job, that's why the prize must be high as well." He explained
"And what is this tasking job?" I asked not knowing what to expect.
"Marry my son."
In a world where humans were seen as mediocre by powerful Lycans, Layla had been living as a human since she was born, her true Lycan identity concealed by powerful enchantments. She carried a secret that could mean life or death, a secret she knew nothing about, and she was being hunted by ruthless packs that sought to eliminate her bloodline. Layla had been protected all her life from the very essence of her kind. Then, one fateful night, her carefully woven life collided with destiny as she stumbled upon her unexpected āmateāāthe Alpha of The Crescent pack, the most powerful pack. Their meeting sparked events that shattered Layla's balance. The Alpha, strong and regal, was irritated by her delicate human facade, as he desired a strong Luna by his side, what he didn't know was that Layla is the most powerful Lycan in existence. Would this secret be the making or breaking of his pack and the whole supernatural world?
Kayla Bridges has been made to feel like a mistake her whole life. She thought things were going to change for the better, but it only got worse when she was sold to Silver Moon Pack by her father, the alpha of Crystal Pack. She serves in the hope that one day, her luck will change, and it did when she was noticed by the Alpha. Alpha Damon, the merciless and feared alpha of Silver Moon Pack, took his claim on Kayla in the most unholy way. She loved him, and she trusted him until he rejected her for her step-sister during his mating ceremony. She ran to hide herself from the disgrace, but there was no running from fate. While on the run, she discovered she was pregnant. Pregnant for her destroyer, but she couldnāt go back. She couldnāt die either. She had to live for her unborn child. As Kayla's life progresses in ways she could have never imagined, she meets her second chance mate, Alpha Zayn, who rescues her and gives her a home and a pack. But is she really allowed to be happy? Alpha Damon was in search of her, he wanted her back as her step-sister had destroyed his pack. Would he find her and take her back, or would she choose to remain with her second chance Mate?
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogulāher success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husbandās entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "Iām out of your league."
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 allāfrom 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 didnāt return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachelās terminal illness and realized she didnāt 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."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wifeās countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. āLetās get married again.ā
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
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 rumorĀ 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.