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?
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
"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."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, āWho will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.ā
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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. Letās 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 companyās 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?