"Why did you leave me, Mom? I'm left alone in this cold world," Aries cried, still reeling from her mother's passing. After her father's downward spiral and remarriage to the cruel Victoria, Aries is forced to marry into the powerful Argent family to regain their status. She navigates her new life, and she meets Alexander Argent, who hides his kind heart behind a cold exterior. As they grow closer, they face numerous obstacles, including Victoria's schemes, Alexander's trust issues, and the pressure to secure the Argent legacy after his wife had six miscarriages. Can their love heal their emotional scars and overcome the forces against them? (Enjoy the story, cooking up something amazing).
"Mum, please don't leave me", I cried beside my mum, who was lying helplessly on the hospital bed, I kept crying and crying.
Suddenly a man in his late twenties entered my mum's private room.
The man who entered the hospital room was tall and lean, with an athletic build that was evident even under his white lab coat.
He stood at around six point two inches with broad shoulders and a strong jawline, giving him a confident and authoritative presence. His dark brown hair was neatly styled, and his piercing blue eyes sparkled with compassion as he approached the hospital bed.
His white lab coat was crisp and spotless, with a name tag that read "Dr. Ryan KEAL" in bold letters. The coat was slightly open, revealing a hint of a tailored white shirt and a slim black tie. His dark blue jeans fit perfectly, accentuating his toned legs.
As he moved closer, his eyes locked onto mine, filled with kindness and concern. His smile was warm and gentle, putting me at ease despite the chaos of emotions I was feeling.
He exuded an aura of calmness and professionalism, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of trust in this stranger who had just entered our lives.
"Hello, I'm Dr. Ryan," he said softly, his deep voice soothing my frazzled nerves. "I'm here to check on your mom"
Dr. Ryan KEAL's eyes never left mine as he approached the hospital bed, his smile still warm and reassuring. He gently placed his hand on my shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze before turning his attention to my mother.
He moved with quiet confidence, his eyes scanning the various machines beeping and whirring around the bed. His gaze landed on the cardiac monitor, and he reached out to adjust the settings.
With a few swift taps on the screen, the monitor sprang to life, displaying a steady stream of data. Dr Ryan's eyes narrowed as he studied the readouts, his brow furrowed in concentration.
He then reached for the stethoscope draped around his neck, the silver disc glinting in the fluorescent lighting. With a gentle touch, he placed the stethoscope on my mother's chest, closing his eyes as he listened intently to her heartbeat.
The sound of the steady beeps and my mother's shallow breathing filled the room, punctuated by the soft whoosh of the stethoscope as Dr Ryan moved it to different areas of her chest. His expression remained focused, his eyes still closed as he absorbed every detail.
After a few moments, he opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto the cardiac monitor once more. He studied the data, his lips pursed in thought, before turning to me with a reassuring smile.
"Her heartbeat is stable," he said softly, his voice filled with compassion. "We're going to do everything we can to help her."
"But Dr Ryan, I have been here for over an hour now, but my mom has not opened her eyes or even said a word to me," I said as tears rolled down from my eyes to my cheeks.
Dr Ryan's expression turned sombre, his eyes filled with empathy as he nodded understandingly. He took a deep breath before speaking, his voice gentle but firm.
"I know this is difficult to hear, but I want to be honest with you. Your mother has been diagnosed with advanced cancer. It's a tough battle ahead, and I want to prepare you for the possibilities."
He paused, his eyes locked onto mine as if searching for the right words.
"The cancer has progressed significantly, and her condition is critical. We're doing everything we can to stabilize her, but I have to be honest with you, the recovery rate is 50/50."
His words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt my world crumbling around me. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't process the enormity of what he was saying.
Dr. Ryan's hand on my shoulder tightened, offering a comforting squeeze. "We're going to do everything in our power to help her fight this, but I want you to be prepared for the worst. We'll need to run some more tests, and we'll discuss treatment options, but I want you to know that we're here for you, and we'll support you every step of the way."
Tears streamed down my face as I nodded, unable to speak. Dr. Ryan's words hung in the air, a harsh reality that I couldn't escape. My mother, my rock, my everything, might not make it. The thought was unbearable, and I felt myself crumbling under the weight of it.
"What if my dad??? I asked him to know if my dad had come to see my mom because he had been acting strangely since my mom became ill.
Dr. Ryan's expression turned sympathetic, his eyes filled with understanding. "Your father has been here, and he's been taking care of everything," he said softly. "He's been in constant contact with me and the medical team, ensuring that your mother receives the best possible care."
He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "He's already made the necessary payments for her treatment and has signed the documents for her surgery. He's been very cooperative and supportive throughout this process."
Dr Ryan's words brought a mix of emotions: relief that my father was involved, but also confusion and concern about his strange behaviour. Why had he been acting so distant and detached?
Dr. Ryan seemed to sense my unease. "I know this is a lot to take in, but please know that we're doing everything we can to support you and your family during this difficult time," he said, his voice filled with compassion.
He took a deep breath before adding, "Your father has also requested that we keep him updated on your mother's condition, and he's asked to be notified immediately if there are any changes."
I nodded, trying to process this new information. My father's actions seemed contradictory to his behaviour, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on beneath the surface.
Though I and my father have not been close since I found out he was cheating on my mom, I decided to hide it from my mom in order not to break the family bond.
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-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .