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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.
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. .
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
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."
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!
[Cute Baby + Secret Identity + Powerful hero and heroine!] Caroline loved Damian with all her heart for five whole years. She devoted herself to him and lived humbly for his sake. However, when the couple faced a crisis, she hoped that the news of her pregnancy would fix their marriage, but what she got in return was just a divorce agreement. And to make things worse, while she was about to give birth, she had fallen into someone's trap and her life was in danger. After managing to survive such a harrowing experience, she was determined to cut all ties with the man. Five years later, she re-emerged with her head held high, being the CEO of a famous company. Those who used to bully her now got a taste of their own medicine. And the truth about the past gradually surfaced... Dazzled by Caroline's newfound confidence, her ex-husband wanted to get back together with her, but she just turned a blind eye to his advances. Damian pleaded desperately, "Honey, our baby needs both his parents. Please remarry me!"
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!