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Amelie Cavanaugh has faced many hardships in her life. She was orphaned at 8 years old, ran away with her brother from foster care at 14 years old, and constantly worked to achieve her goal of the university. Just when her life is going to plan, life is turned upside down one blustery November day as her brother is injured during a football game. Billionaire Dr. Nathan Michaels is next in line to take over Michaels Investment Group as his grandfather, Carrington Michaels, is retiring. The problem is that the board members think his playboy ways need to be in line for the CEO position. Solution: Carrington Michaels tells Nathan he has 6 weeks to get married, or he will lose the company. A chance sighting of the stunning brown-haired Amelie in the hospital cafe sends Nathan's world into a spin, but when he turns around after receiving his order, she is gone. Who is she? Where did she go? How can he make her his? Will it even matter when a dark family secret involving both families could threaten any chance of happiness?
"You told me it was over," she spoke. "Do you have feelings for this slut?"
"I love her. I want to be with her, not you," he replied. "There is nothing you can do to change that."
"I don't understand," she screamed, "She is nothing, a nobody. Have your fling like you always do, and be done with her. I am not moving out of the way for that, that woman."
"No, you don't understand," he declared. "You never meant anything to me. You were a business deal-a marriage of convenience. I have what I want from you. I fulfilled my obligation. Now I want a divorce."
She picked up the crystal vase and threw it in the direction of his head. He moved just in time to dodge it. It struck the fireplace brick and shattered into jagged shards.
"ARE YOU CRAZY?" He stared at her, bewildered.
"You're the one that has lost your mind," she said coyly. "I will take you for EVERYTHING you are worth. Let's see how long it lasts when your reputation is smeared all over the sidewalk."
"Are you threatening me?" He laughed.
"Call it what you want. I will destroy you," she responded.
"You seem to have forgotten two very important points," he snarled at her, "First of all, you signed an ironclad prenup agreement. Second, I have the photos, remember?"
"You wouldn't!" She yelled.
"Try me."
"You will regret this," she threatened. "You both will regret this."
"The only thing I regret is the fact that I married you in the first place," he replied. He turned and walked out the door, leaving her standing there.
As soon as the door closed, she reached for her phone. "Come on, pick up the phone," she said with disdain.
"Hello," a male voice answered.
"Evander, we need to meet," she advised.
"When?" Evander asked, "Same location as usual?"
"Tomorrow, 10 am. Regular location," she demanded. "I will pay 4 times the regular rate. This is a special request. It needs to be done quickly and discreetly."
"You can count on my team," Evander said.
"Good," She hung up the line.
The maid walked in. "Clean up this mess," she barked at the maid and sashayed out of the room.
NEXT DAY
"How long do we have to wait for this lady," the dark-haired man said to his partner.
"As long as it fucking takes," Evander replied, "She is paying us enough to retire."
"Really? She must want these people dead," the dark-haired man shook his head.
The room was so dark that he barely knew she had entered except for the sound of her high heels clicking their way across the floor. He shivered as a cold aura of power hit his body as she approached.
"You understand," she said in an elegant voice. "It needs to look like an accident."
"Yes, ma'am," Evander said, "my team is the best there is. No one will even question their deaths."
"For what I'm paying you," she declared, "it better be good. I want them gone. I want them to feel the pain they have given me for all these years. I want everyone that loves them to suffer. To live with pain for the rest of their lives. You have one week."
"Yes, ma'am."
Once again, her heels clicked along the floor, this time signaling her departure. The door snapped shut.
Evander shook his head, "That is one cold-hearted bitch."
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 was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
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."
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"