"Urghh, Clyde, I can't stand you!" I spat angrily. "Then sit on my face," My eyes grew in size at his words. A race away from an arranged marriage, Medora escapes to Seattle. In the quiet neighborhood where she tries to rebuild her life, she hears rumors of a reclusive teenager living next door in a treehouse-a young billionaire named Clyde, crippled by tragedy. Drawn to Clyde, despite his struggles, Medora is puzzled by the magnetic pull she feels towards him. At nineteen, Clyde's life has been fractured beyond recognition: a plane crash robbed him of his father and left him bound to a wheelchair after a failed surgery. With a mother lost to addiction and the sweet bitter memories of being a former high school football star, his world is small, lonely, and guarded. Yet, when a vibrant Thirty-one-year-old redhead moves next door, his world begins to shift. Their connection is intense but it has its complications. Just as Medora begins to understand her feelings, Clyde vanishes, leaving her with only memories of what might have been. What happens when Clyde appears years later and starts to invade Medora's new life, irritated by her new lover?
Medora
It's been two weeks since I ran from home. My parents already consider me a spinster and took it upon themselves to find me a husband only that the 'husband' they found me is a grumpy widower who also has a sixteen year old daughter who would probably make life hell for me if I end up marrying her father.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. At least that is what I would have thought if I had any sleep at all. I have never really been away from home and now that I am, I figured insomnia is what I have to battle with.
I scanned my unorganized living room and sighed at my own misery. I haven't arranged anywhere other than my bedroom since I moved to Seattle. I glanced at the clock and saw that I had three hours before my shift at the restaurant where I work.
Going from working at my dad's hospital to waiting tables isn't a great start but at least I'd have something to keep myself when I run out of the funds I stole from my dad before escaping.
I chose to meticulously use my time to sort out my living room. I wasn't exactly pleased when I was done but at least that's out of my list of chores. I sucked in my breath and grabbed all of the trash I needed to take out, lifting them to my chest because I'd rather get dirty than take out the trash twice.
To the right of my new home is a massive compound with a long driveway that from my place, I can barely see anything but the roof of the house but there is a large, beautiful treehouse near the gate, its shadow looming over my own.
As annoyingly beautiful as the tree house is, I hate that I have had to sweep tons of leaves in my compound. Summer is wrapping up but this tree still drops at least three bags of leaves everyday. It's aggravating. I dumped the trash on the ground and walked over to the other house with the intention to give whoever spends their whole life in the tree house a piece of my mind.
I don't enjoy the tree or the house on it, why do I have to do manual labor to keep my compound clean?!
I rang the doorbell and the gates opened automatically. I shoved out the voice that was constantly telling me the owners of this house are fucking rich and I should relax. I walked up the spiral staircase that led to the tree house.
On the door way it said 'Go away' Whoever is in here must be as miserable as I am right now. I ignored the sign and knocked on the door, it beeped twice which I took as a sign to come in. When I walked in, rage didn't allow me to take in the tree house, I simply stormed towards a boy who was sitting in front of a tv, playing video games.
"Hey," I yelled.
He didn't respond, he had headphones on so he probably couldn't hear me no matter how much I scream. I tapped his shoulder instead. He pulled off his headphones and turned back.
"I live next door and this tree you live in drops at least three bags of dried leaves into my fucking compound. I know you are rich and you have probably never touched a broom in your life but I'm fucking tired of spending my mornings sweeping up leaves from a tree that is does nothing for me!" I yelled on top of my voice.
The young boy only kept looking at me without uttering a word. Even more irritated, I turned towards the exit and walked out. As I began climbing the stairs down, I heard a loud crash come from inside the treehouse.
I turned around in a shock and rushed back into the tree house. The boy was on the floor, his video game controller on the other side of the room, he was trying to reach something, I followed his hand. It was a fucking electric wheelchair.
Guilt washed over me and I wish I could take back everything I said.
"Ohh my god. I'm so sorry," I rushed to his chair and pushed it closer to him. "Let me help you up," I moved over to him.
"Go away!" He yelled on top of his voice, causing me to flinch.
I immediately backed up from him, water swelling up in my eyes.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"Get out!" He roared.
I ran out, down the stairs and outside the house. My heart was beating fast, pain surged through me at the thought of the cruel thing I just did. I reached the front of my house and slumped down next to my car, sobbing like a child.
I don't know why I'm crying, maybe because running away from home and the past two weeks of my life has been the hardest or because I just took it out on a crippled boy.
After crying my eyes out, I found myself in the bathroom, taking a shower. I dressed for work and left the house, hoping whoever that kid was will find it in his heart to forgive me.
"Urghhh, you look like a mess," Yellow, my co-worker said just as I made my way past a few tables to the kitchen.
"Tell me about it," I yawned tiredly, joining her behind the counter.
"You, tell me about it," she said, wiping just-washed-dishes. I don't know my way around here properly yet. Yellow is teaching me everything I need to know.
"Yellow, my life is a mess," I palmed my face.
"I know. You ran away from home, you don't get enough sleep and you work at a restaurant despite your MD degree," she listed all the reasons why my life is an actual mess.
"Yes," I groaned. "And I just took it out on some poor crippled boy," I said, pouring myself whiskey.
I don't own the restaurant but Matthew, the owner who also runs an illegal gambling room in the basement, is obsessed with yellow and lets us have any drink and food we want.
"Who? Clyde Miller?" She asked, passing me a plate.
"Clyde who?" I asked, confused.
Miles was livid. His father had to be joking, right? Marrying a nineteen-year-old girl? Who does that? He was twenty when she was born, for God's sake. The very idea disgusted him. Not because of what anyone would say-Miles didn't care about public opinion. Reclusive, cold, rude, and emotionally unavailable, he had no interest in the world's judgment. But this? This felt wrong. He wasn't a predator, and he sure as hell wasn't about to marry someone two decades younger than him. But his father wouldn't back down, and losing the company wasn't an option. So, he reluctantly agreed. He would marry the shy, damaged girl who had survived the worst at the hands of her step-uncle. He made himself a promise: he wouldn't touch her. He would protect her, not become another perverted man she'd have to fear. What he didn't expect was how hard that promise would be to keep. She was undeniably beautiful-soft curves in all the right places, her presence igniting desires he thought he could suppress. Suddenly, Miles found himself fighting not just his morals, but his erection. But she was his wife. He could touch her, right? Or at least look? She was going to be his undoing
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Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
“Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?” Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. “This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren’t you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions…?” Leonica’s words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. “The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!” He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. “Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I’d much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you.” *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway’s Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family’s long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, Three years later, on the day of Gabriel’s grandmother’s funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn’t the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel’s declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this!
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"I, Sophia Addison, of the Crescent Moon Pack, deny your rejection, Jacob Carter." I smiled triumphantly at him and he just glared at me. I can hear loud gasps and whispers throughout the place. They cannot believe that their goody-two-shoes of a senior year president is rejecting me in front of everybody. What goody-two-shoes? More like a two faced jerk! That is why, here I am, denying his rejection. Oh well, I refuse to suffer alone. So...let us both suffer together my dear mate.
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Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”