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After surviving a devastating plane crash, young billionaire Amanda awakens from a six-week coma with no memory of who she was. As she learns to navigate her new reality, she is drawn to Jack, the mysterious and kind-hearted stranger who saved her from the wreckage. With him, Amanda finds peace and love, a far cry from the life of ambition and cutthroat business dealings she once led. But just as Amanda begins to rebuild her life, flashes of her past come rushing back. She learns that her life was far more complex than she realized, with a successful business empire, a controlling ex-fiancé named Liam, and a ruthless rival, Sophia, who has always sought to destroy her. As her memories return, Amanda is thrust into a fierce battle for her identity, her company, and her heart. Caught between her past and present, Amanda must confront her feelings for Jack and Liam and make a choice about who she truly is and who she wants to become. In the end, love may be the only thing that can save her-or tear her apart.
Amanda blended underneath the solidified, sterile sheets, her body overpowering with an abnormal sluggishness she couldn't clarify. The talk felt cool and sterile against her skin, a sharp separate to the warmth she expected to feel. Her eyes vacillated open slowly, and a blinding white light invited her. A questionable sense of disarray washed over her, but it wasn't reasonable in the unused environment. It was something more significant, something disturbing and mysterious.
She flashed rapidly, willing her eyes to modify, but it was because it made the world swim and move some time recently. Where was she? Her judgment skills got a handle on straws, but everything felt... clear. No memories came, no recognizable faces surfaced in her thoughts. Solidify began to crawl up her spine as she endeavored to survey anything-any detail roughly herself. Nothing.
Amanda compelled herself to center on the room around her. The cadenced beeping of machines has to be more unmistakable, the clinical scent of sterile filled her lungs with each shallow breath she managed to require. A mending center. She was in a clinic. The pale blue dividers were cold and impassive, the shades drawn closed. Tubes and wires wound from her arms, meddling her to machines that beeped tirelessly, watching a life she wasn't past any question had a put to her.
She swallowed, her throat dry and unrefined, as within the occasion that she'd been silent for a long time. Licking her broken lips, she endeavored to conversation, but her voice came out as a rough whisper.
"Where am I?"
A few times as of late she appeared to amass herself, the entryway opened with a calm tap. A sustain, middle-aged with kind, tired eyes, entered the room holding a clipboard. She cemented when she saw Amanda caution, her eyes broadening with stun.
"Oh my God, you're awake!" the support yelled, surging to Amanda's bedside. "Doctor! Pro, she's awake!"
Amanda is drawn back at the sharp sound of the nurse's voice, her judgment skills lazily planning the criticalness. Caution? Of course, she was awake-wasn't she persistently? But as the sustain complained over the machines, checking her vitals, Amanda couldn't shake the overpowering fog that clung to her brain. Something was off-base. Something was horrendously off-base.
A diminutive a short time later, a pro in a white coat entered, his stand up to a practiced cover of calm cleaned ability. He looked at Amanda, at that point back at the sustain, who was clarifying in speedy whispers how they had not expected her to recover mindfulness so some time recently. Amanda caught snippets-"six weeks," "coma," "miracle."
The pro moved to Amanda's side, his eyes fragile with concern but unfaltering, as on the off chance that he had done this a thousand times a few times as of late. "Amanda? Can you tune in to me?"
She motioned continuously, in show disdain toward the reality that the advancement sent a melancholy harmed through her skull. Her mouth was dry, her tongue overpowering. "Yes... I can tune in with you."
The pro groaned in lightning, exchanging a see with the sustain a few times as of late turning back to Amanda. "I'm Dr. Wilkes. You've been in an accident-a plane crash. You've been in a coma for six weeks."
A plane crash? The words hit her like a slap. Amanda's chest settled, her heart picking up speed, and the machines began to beep more desperately. She fought to handle the information. A plane crash? Six weeks? It made no sense. She racked her brain for a memory, any memory, but her judgment skills were void, dim and choking. "I... I don't remember," she whispered, her voice shaking.
Dr. Wilkes put a comforting hand on her bear. "That's not anomalous after a damage like this. Memory mishap is common, especially with head wounds. But the basic thing is, you're alarmed by and by. We'll take things steadily, step by step."
Amanda's fingers clenched at the sheets as she endeavored to consistent herself, to urge a handle on onto a couple of sense of control. "Who... who am I?" she asked, the address hanging inside the talk about like a gloomy cloud. She didn't in fact know she had a title.
Dr. Wilkes gave her a fragile smile, in show disdain toward the truth that the feeling too bad for in his eyes was unmistakable. "Your title is Amanda Hart. You're a businesswoman-quite viable, truly. There was a portion of media thought when the crash happened."
Amanda looked at him, the title exterior and expelled. Amanda Hart. It sounded viable, cleaned. But it suggested nothing to her. The title was cleanse, void of memories or sentiments. She was a businesswoman? Productive? What kind of exchange? She opened her mouth to ask, but the pro talked once more a few times as of late.
"There's some person here to see you. He's been by your side each day since the accident."
Her beat was exciting. Does anyone know her? Some person who might fill inside the cleft? Her heart hustled with a streak of belief, but as well with fear. Who was holding up for her? A companion? A family portion?
The master motioned to the sustain, who signaled and cleared out the room. Amanda endeavored to calm her breathing, her judgment skills turning with conceivable results. She tuned in to the strides outside the entryway, the sensitive mutter of voices. At that point, the entryway opened once more, and a man wandered in.
He was tall, with wide shoulders and a harsh appearance that suggested he was more recognizable with troublesome work and the exterior than sterile recuperating center rooms. His hair was gloomy, and there was a scruff of a bristles along his jaw, as if to show disdain toward the reality that he hadn't bothered shaving for a while. His significant, expressive eyes immediately blasted onto hers, and for a brief miniature, Amanda felt a bewildering drag, like a string meddling them.
"Jack," he said carefully, his voice cruel in any case comforting. "My name's Jack."
Amanda looked at him, endeavoring to put him down, but her judgment skills were still a clear slate. "Jack... do I know you?"
A streak of torment crossed his confront, in showing disdain toward the truth that he quickly hid it with a supporting smile. "We don't genuinely know each other well. I was on the plane with you when it hammered. I'm the one who found you after. Got you out of there."
Amanda's breath caught in her throat. "You saved me?"
Brenda Johnson is just trying to survive her final year at VINKO High after losing her mother. She's bold, brilliant, and... completely out of place. A scholarship kid in a school full of elites, she has no time for drama-or love. But when she crosses paths with Cole Kenneth, the school's arrogant king, things start to get interesting. Cole may seem like the perfect rich kid, but behind the swagger is a boy afraid of love, hiding his hurt beneath layers of pride. Brenda's carefree charm throws him off balance, and what starts as clashing personalities turns into something much more complicated-and hilarious. Between pranks gone wrong, awkward confessions, and unexpected moments of vulnerability, this pair might just learn that love doesn't always follow the rules. But with the pressures of school and life weighing them down, will Cole and Brenda find a way to heal and laugh their way to something real? Read to find out how two mismatched hearts navigate the chaos of high school, love, and everything in between in this heartwarming and humorous love story.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."