Nathaniel Cole is not your typical billionaire. As the brilliant owner of S.A.T.F.A.R., a cutting-edge science and technology company, he spends his days focused on revolutionary innovations rather than the luxuries of wealth. But behind his success lies a carefully guarded secret-Nathaniel prefers the company of everyday people, avoiding the elite circles he was born into. When his parents begin to pressure him about marriage, Nathaniel's world of innovation collides with their expectations for his personal life. To make matters worse, his father delivers an ultimatum: find someone to marry, or face a contract marriage arranged for him. As Nathaniel tries to balance his groundbreaking projects, like Project Helix, with his personal freedom, he finds himself questioning whether he's been neglecting the one thing money can't buy-love. Torn between his family's desires and his own path, Nathaniel must navigate a world where wealth, power, and emotion intertwine. Will he find a way to live on his own terms, or will his parents' demands force him into a future he never imagined.
The grand marble pillars loomed over the wide foyer, casting elongated shadows as the sun filtered through the crystal chandeliers. To most people, this mansion would be a paradise, a symbol of ultimate success. But to Nathaniel Cole, it was nothing more than a gilded cage.
Dressed in a crisp black suit tailored to perfection, Nathaniel glanced at his reflection in the mirror. His sharp jawline, tousled dark hair, and piercing blue eyes resembled those of a man born to inherit an empire. But underneath that poised exterior lay a restless soul, one tired of the pretentiousness that wealth often attracted.
He straightened his tie with an air of reluctance. Today was yet another family affair-one of those exhausting meetings where his parents paraded their success in front of other affluent families. The Cole family had built their empire from the ground up, transforming S.A.T.F.A.R. into a global force in scientific research and technological innovation. The world saw Nathaniel as the brilliant young heir, but in his heart, he despised the hollow nature of his wealth.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.
"Nathan, darling, the guests have started arriving," his mother, Evelyn Cole, called from the other side. Her voice was sweet, but Nathaniel knew that under that gentle tone was a sharp woman who valued status above all else.
Nathaniel took a deep breath and opened the door. Evelyn stood there in a long, shimmering gown, the very picture of elegance. Her eyes scanned her son, appraising his attire with the precision of a hawk.
"You look perfect," she smiled, but there was something cold about it. "Now remember, the Lockwoods are here, and their daughter Emily-she's an excellent match."
Nathaniel's stomach churned at the suggestion. He'd met Emily Lockwood before, and though she was perfectly polite, there was no spark, no genuine connection. She was just another rich girl, groomed for this life of privilege and power, oblivious to the real world outside their elite circles.
"I'll be down in a minute," Nathaniel replied, keeping his tone neutral.
Evelyn raised an eyebrow but nodded, satisfied that he would comply. She turned and glided down the stairs, her high heels clicking softly against the marble floor.
Nathaniel shut the door behind her and exhaled deeply. He glanced out the window, his eyes drawn to the cityscape beyond the mansion walls. Down there, somewhere in the streets, life moved differently. People struggled, laughed, cried, and lived-not just survived behind golden gates.
As much as Nathaniel hated these gatherings, he knew his role. For now, he had to play the part of the billionaire heir, the face of S.A.T.F.A.R. But later, under the cover of night, he would slip away like he always did, blending into a world that was raw and real.
He turned and walked down the grand staircase, the hum of chatter and laughter growing louder as he neared the ballroom. He could see his father, Edward Cole, in the center of the room, shaking hands and making deals, always in control, always the businessman. Edward caught Nathaniel's eye and gave him a nod of approval. Nathaniel returned the nod, but his heart wasn't in it.
"Ah, Nathaniel!" a voice called out as he entered the room. It was William Lockwood, Emily's father, a rotund man with a booming voice. "Good to see you, son. I was just telling your father about an exciting new merger I'm working on. You should come by and give your input."
Nathaniel forced a smile. "Of course, Mr. Lockwood. I'll take a look."
Beside William stood Emily, dressed in a designer gown, her hair perfectly styled. She smiled at Nathaniel, a small, polite smile, but it was empty. He could see that she was just as trapped in this world as he was, bound by family expectations and duty.
The evening dragged on, a blur of polite conversation, shallow compliments, and forced laughter. Nathaniel's mind wandered, thinking about the city outside, the people he truly felt connected to. The ones who didn't care about his last name or the size of his bank account.
Hours later, as the guests finally began to leave, Nathaniel slipped out of the ballroom unnoticed. He headed straight to the garage, where his car-a modest, inconspicuous vehicle compared to the sports cars lining the mansion-was parked.
He drove away from the mansion, his heart lighter with every mile that put distance between him and his family's expectations. As he neared the outskirts of the city, Nathaniel parked the car in an alley and changed into his usual street clothes-ripped jeans, an old hoodie, and a worn cap.
Walking through the dimly lit streets, Nathaniel smiled for the first time that day. Here, he was just another face in the crowd, no one special, and that's exactly how he liked it.
He made his way to the old park, where a small group of homeless people sat around a makeshift fire. As he approached, they greeted him with nods and smiles, knowing him only as "Nate," a guy who came by often to chat and share whatever he had.
"Hey, Nate! Good to see you, man," one of the men, Tony, called out, offering a spot by the fire.
Nathaniel sat down, feeling at ease for the first time that day. These people didn't know-or care-about the Cole empire, S.A.T.F.A.R., or billion-dollar deals. Here, he could just be himself, free from the weight of expectation.
And for a while, as the fire crackled and the night grew colder, Nathaniel forgot about the life he had left behind for these few precious hours.
Tomorrow, he would return to the marble mansion, to his family and their world of wealth and power. But tonight, Nathaniel was just a man among equals-no more, no less.
And that was more than enough.
In a world where individuals are bestowed with extraordinary abilities through their inner beasts, a boy with emerald green hair is born into a family where such a trait is unheard of. Whispers of curses and dark omens follow the child as he grows, his unusual appearance setting him apart from even his closest relatives. Despite the stigma surrounding his unique hair color, the boy possesses a hidden strength that hints at a power beyond anyone's comprehension. As the boy grapples with his identity and the mysteries of his lineage, he must navigate a society that fears the unknown and shuns those who are different. Encountering challenges and prejudices at every turn, he embarks on a journey of self-discovery and acceptance, determined to prove that his green hair is not a curse but a gift waiting to be unlocked. Amidst betrayal, danger, and the revelation of long-buried secrets, the boy must confront his inner beast and harness its power to protect himself and those he holds dear. In a world where appearances can be deceiving and true strength lies within, the boy with green hair will rise above the shadows of doubt to embrace his destiny and forge a path that will change the course of his world forever.
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
For seven years, Jillian pursued Bryan with unyielding passion, but he remained distant, his emotions tightly sealed. Disheartened, she left for overseas after graduating from college. Three years later, Jillian, now a successful attorney, sat provocatively on the lap of Bryan's competitor. She flashed Bryan a playful smile and taunted, "What's wrong, Bryan? Are you impotent?" Bryan's restraint shattered in an instant. In a swift motion, he scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed. The next morning, as Bryan woke up, Jillian flashed a mischievous smile. "Let's keep things casual, okay?"
"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."
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 never gave a damn about rules and laws, as he only liked 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?
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.