was on a large street in the city, watching the cars passing back and forth and dreaming that I was driving one of them. I used to meditate there every day at six and a half in the evening. And I would see myself, twenty years later, as one of those peopleI am driving my car through the streets of the big city, and the phone rings. I wake up from my daydream and see a number that is not registered with me. I do not answer. I have become accustomed to that. I never answer numbers I do not know, but the number keeps calling again and again, every day at six forty-five minutes for ten days. That day I decided to answer the phone and not blameExcept for myself, I pressed the call button and said "Hello," but no one answered me, but I heard the sound of someone's breathing on the phone. I repeated "Hello, Hello," and no one answered, so I felt like I had made the biggest mistake in my life. I still remember the numbers to this day, but I don't want to go back there. The next morning, my phone rang at one o'clock. Six forty-five in the morning was my friend's numberI breathed a sigh of relief as I felt as if the stranger's number had called me again.She asked that we meet at a restaurant after half an hour and said that the matter was urgent. It was Sunday and I am not used to waking up early on Sundays, but I promised her that I would be there after half an hourIn the restaurant, I looked at my watch, and it was already half past seven, and she had not yet arrived. It seemed somewhat strange, as she had never missed an appointment with me, even if she was not the one who requested the meeting. I felt that the chills that I had experienced the night before had returned. I waited another quarter of an hour, and it was done. She called her phone. The phone rang and I said, "Hello," but no one answered. I repeated "Hello," but no one answered again. I heard the same sound, the sound of someone breathing, without anyone speaking. I knew then that what was going on was much bigger than I imagined. I felt afraid and did not know what to do, but I tried to gather my courage and asked, "Who is there?If you have something against me, then I am the one you should confront, not my friends. That was right when I said it, but as soon as he hung up on me, I knew once again that I had committed the biggest mistake of my life. I quickly returned to my apartment and tried to avoid any contact with anyone. I only went up the stairs and there was the elevator. It was out of order as usual, and I was surprised to find that the door to my apartment was open and I could turn to the right insideAnd to the left, there was someone who was looking for something and perhaps he found it because I found a bedroom as I left it. I tried to find out what was missing, but I did not reach anything.Then I called the police and told them that someone had broken into my apartment, and after a few minutes they were there. They asked me some of the usual questions in situations like this, and after checking, they told me that the entrance to my apartment had a key because there was no way to break into the door. Who else had the key to my apartment? No one would just say it in my pocket. How is that possibleMy mind remained occupied with this story for a long time. I was accustomed to going back to sleep after waking up on Sunday, but it left me today. I found myself busy thinking about everyone who could do your job. Of course, I thought that perhaps it was a prank on the part of my friends to make me crazy. But I gave up on this idea because something is not easy. never .After hours of thinking, I headed to the restaurant where I used to eat lunch. It was another hour in the afternoon. I still remember that car sitting at the corner of the street. It was a blue Camry. It caught my attention because it was the first time I had seen a blue Camry. This was not normal, especially in this city. There are three cars here. Colors only, either white or whiteBlack or grey. I think that people here consider themselves to be luxurious and hold high positions, so they only choose cars that indicate luxury. The blue Camry has a story behind it, but I was not ready to research the matterIn the restaurant, I sat in my usual place and the usual waitress came to serve me and asked me as usual. I told her yes. She came back a few minutes later carrying the usual plate of food. She placed them on the table. She reached into her pocket and took out a paper and said that a man left it for me here shortly. She grabbed the paper and opened it. I could not believe what I read. I hurried to... Going out to know the man who left herBut I did not notice anything strange other than the absence of a blue Camry in the place where it was. I went back to the waitress and asked her about the appearance of a man. She said that he was somewhat tall, with blond hair, and had a tattoo in the shape of a star on his right arm. I did not know who he was at that time, at six and forty-five
was on a large street in the city, watching the cars passing back and forth and dreaming that I was driving one of them. I used to meditate there every day at six and a half in the evening. And I would see myself, twenty years later, as one of those peopleI am driving my car through the streets of the big city, and the phone rings. I wake up from my daydream and see a number that is not registered with me. I do not answer. I have become accustomed to that. I never answer numbers I do not know, but the number keeps calling again and again, every day at six forty-five minutes for ten days.
That day I decided to answer the phone and not blameExcept for myself, I pressed the call button and said "Hello," but no one answered me, but I heard the sound of someone's breathing on the phone. I repeated "Hello, Hello," and no one answered, so I felt like I had made the biggest mistake in my life. I still remember the numbers to this day, but I don't want to go back there. The next morning, my phone rang at one o'clock. Six forty-five in the morning was my friend's numberI breathed a sigh of relief as I felt as if the stranger's number had called me again.She asked that we meet at a restaurant after half an hour and said that the matter was urgent. It was Sunday and I am not used to waking up early on Sundays, but I promised her that I would be there after half an hourIn the restaurant, I looked at my watch, and it was already half past seven, and she had not yet arrived. It seemed somewhat strange, as she had never missed an appointment with me, even if she was not the one who requested the meeting. I felt that the chills that I had experienced the night before had returned. I waited another quarter of an hour, and it was done. She called her phone. The phone rang and I said, "Hello," but no one answered. I repeated "Hello," but no one answered again. I heard the same sound, the sound of someone breathing, without anyone speaking. I knew then that what was going on was much bigger than I imagined. I felt afraid and did not know what to do, but I tried to gather my courage and asked, "Who is there?If you have something against me, then I am the one you should confront, not my friends. That was right when I said it, but as soon as he hung up on me, I knew once again that I had committed the biggest mistake of my life. I quickly returned to my apartment and tried to avoid any contact with anyone. I only went up the stairs and there was the elevator. It was out of order as usual, and I was surprised to find that the door to my apartment was open and I could turn to the right insideAnd to the left, there was someone who was looking for something and perhaps he found it because I found a bedroom as I left it. I tried to find out what was missing, but I did not reach anything.Then I called the police and told them that someone had broken into my apartment, and after a few minutes they were there. They asked me some of the usual questions in situations like this, and after checking, they told me that the entrance to my apartment had a key because there was no way to break into the door. Who else had the key to my apartment? No one would just say it in my pocket. How is that possibleMy mind remained occupied with this story for a long time. I was accustomed to going back to sleep after waking up on Sunday, but it left me today. I found myself busy thinking about everyone who could do your job. Of course, I thought that perhaps it was a prank on the part of my friends to make me crazy. But I gave up on this idea because something is not easy. never .After hours of thinking, I headed to the restaurant where I used to eat lunch. It was another hour in the afternoon. I still remember that car sitting at the corner of the street. It was a blue Camry. It caught my attention because it was the first time I had seen a blue Camry. This was not normal, especially in this city. There are three cars here. Colors only, either white or whiteBlack or grey. I think that people here consider themselves to be luxurious and hold high positions, so they only choose cars that indicate luxury. The blue Camry has a story behind it, but I was not ready to research the matterIn the restaurant, I sat in my usual place and the usual waitress came to serve me and asked me as usual. I told her yes. She came back a few minutes later carrying the usual plate of food. She placed them on the table. She reached into her pocket and took out a paper and said that a man left it for me here shortly. She grabbed the paper and opened it. I could not believe what I read. I hurried to... Going out to know the man who left herBut I did not notice anything strange other than the absence of a blue Camry in the place where it was. I went back to the waitress and asked her about the appearance of a man. She said that he was somewhat tall, with blond hair, and had a tattoo in the shape of a star on his right arm. I did not know who he was at that time, at six and forty-five minutes. I received a call from the same number, and this time I quickly answeredBut no one answered. I heard a voice that seemed far away. It was not the sound of music, an old song, but it was music without words. I did not know what the purpose of my listening to the song was. Things indicated that I was in danger, but the music was a love song. Things seemed as if a mysterious person was trying to play a game with me until I knew where. I feel that he is charting a path for me to know what he wants and who he isThe question now is: Will I continue following him or will I find my way on my own? Follow me in the next haircut??
"I want a divorce!" Ryan demanded, despite the fact that he had cheated on her with his ex. ~ Serena is no longer the quiet, romantic lady Ryan Winters married and divorced five years ago. Now the CEO of Rocky's Designs, she is bright, unwavering, and unapologetic about her independence-a far cry from the woman Ryan remembers. When fate brings them back into one another's lives, Ryan is forced to confront the truth about their past, their newfound hot chemistry, and a surprising revelation; Serena has a daughter who may be his. But Ryan's girlfriend, Kate, isn't prepared to lose him again. She will do whatever it takes to keep Ryan in her grasp-even if it means destroying Serena's life and the corporate empire she has built. What happens when Serena's now peaceful life is being disrupted? Will Serena lose once again or will she seize this billionaire's heart?
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
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."
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."
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"