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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.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - 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 doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes 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?
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
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."
Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.