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Fate! Chance! A terrible accident changes the course of Karen's life. Thrown into the world of enigmatic billionaires Taylor Grey and his father Marshal Grey, she must find her way out of the cage presented to her by their family. Karen thought Taylor Grey was offering a helping hand after causing the accident that took away her livelihood, but she soon discovered that his father had other plans for her that she could never have imagined. Forced to play a role she never wanted, can she escape before it's too late for her to return to her own life? Torn between two very different men, who will she turn to for the freedom she desperately seeks? Will Karen find redemption or stay trapped by a family that will do anything to have their way?
"Her vitals are fading, we need to get her into an operating room, stat!" Yelled one of the doctors in the team.
"Yes doctor," a nurse responded, hurrying off to the intercom to book a room for an emergency operation.
The emergency room was bright and rowdy, two doctors and three nurses stood around the lady on the gurney, from her driver's license they knew her name was Karen – Karen Preston.
"We have one!" The nurse who made the call for the operating room said as she rushed back to the team on Karen.
"Let's move," the doctor said as they all rushed Karen out of the emergency room and to the operating room.
A man stood to follow, but the nurse working on him held him back, "They are going in for surgery, I'll let you know where the room is. For now, hold on while I have a doctor look at this arm," she said in a gentle, firm voice.
The man sat back down with a nod and shortly after, a doctor came over to look at his injured left arm.
The man, much calmer now, looked around the noisy, bustling room. He remembered the moment of impact and shook his head, turning away.
Karen opened her eyes with a jolt. Her heart was racing and her breathing was short and rapid.
She tried to move her head but she could not, she tried her arms, but they did not budge. She closed her eyes and opened them, taking in what she could of her surroundings.
This looks like a hospital.
I'm...I'm in a hospital bed.
She steadied her breathing and listened, trying to get a handle on the sounds around her but there weren't any.
Slowly, she noticed the beeping of a heart-rate monitor and something she assumed to be an air-conditioning unit.
In her line of sight, there was a white lace curtain covering a wide window. She could see the bright blue sky and the clouds.
It suddenly hit her, it's daylight!
It was nighttime when I was driving.
I remember!
It was night and now it's...morning?
Afternoon...?
It's...daylight!
But it was night, dark, late, and I was heading...I was heading to the gallery for a showing...I was on the phone....
And then, her memories came flooding back in.
After she hung up using the button on her car's dashboard, she checked the clock on her phone clipped beside the steering wheel, navigation running, showing her the time to her destination.
She turned the corner, taking a sharp bend, and a car was suddenly barreling toward her from the opposite direction.
It was a large vehicle, coming at full speed, way too fast for a bend, with headlights on full blast.
She had slowed down, but the car suddenly came at her, swerving into her own lane.
Desperate to avoid the oncoming vehicle, she had turned the wheel sharply to the left. The oncoming driver also swerved, but in the panic of the situation, made a wrong decision and swerved to the right, causing a direct impact.
Her smaller sedan could not take the impact from the larger vehicle, a GMC truck, and was thrown across the road, tumbling three times before landing upright on its wheels and spinning to a grinding halt.
She felt shards of glass fall on her.
That was the last thing she remembered before waking up here, in a hospital.
Her heart started to race again and she could hear the heart monitor speeding up.
It was then that she felt someone in the room. Was it a quick breath that was taken, or the imperceptible movement of cloth?
She felt it before she actually heard the person, and she held her breath, struggling to move her eyes, which would not obey her brain's command.
Karen could hear the footsteps of someone approaching the bed. Again, she tried to turn her head but she could not.
The footsteps came around the bed, and her mind raced, is it a doctor...a nurse...an orderly?
But as the person came into view, she saw that this was none of these. Far from it.
This man, almost a giant of a man, gazing down at her was dressed in casual clothes – a dark golf shirt, dark brown belt, and light-colored slacks – and had an expensive haircut.
A very expensive haircut.
He looked familiar, like someone she had seen on TV, in the papers, or on her newsfeed.
He stepped closer to the bed, his mouth moving, but Karen could not hear what he was saying.
She gazed at him, blinking slowly.
As the man stared down at her, he remembered what had happened barely one week ago. How he had waited outside the operating room, after being treated by the nurse and doctor in the emergency room, and how anxious he had been at the accident scene.
He could still hear the screeching of tires, the loud crash, and the tearing and breaking apart sound of metal.
He relived the accident again, for the umpteenth time in the past seven days.
He had opened the driver's side door of the silver GMC truck slowly and stumbled out.
He approached the wrecked vehicle, fumbling in his pockets for his phone as he wiped at a cut on his forehead.
What have you done now, Taylor? He asked himself.
His eyes were unfocused, his body stumbling, swaying from side to side from the impact and the shock of the accident, as he tried to get to the driver of the sedan.
Through the shattered windshield, he saw a mass of tangled brown hair matted with red, and he tried to walk faster. The driver was unconscious, pressed between the dislodged back seat and the airbag from the steering wheel, and covered in broken glass.
Taylor approached the wrecked sedan, desperately trying to hurry but unable to do so. The pain from the accident ripped through his body, slowing him down. He worked frantically to pull out his phone as he moved forward.
He finally extracted his device from his pocket and immediately dialed the emergency number, his blue eyes squinting from pain.
He knew something in him was broken but he didn't know what or where. His only thought was to get to the slender woman covered in red and glass.
The road was still damp from the rain that had fallen earlier that evening, and the weather was cool, but Taylor was sweating profusely, his heart beating rapidly, gasping to catch his breath.
"I reject you Marian Storm!" Those were the words she could never have dreamed to hear from the Alpha heir to her father's pack. And certainly not at the New Year's Moon celebration, in front of the whole pack. Leaving the pack compound that had been her prison for three years, Marian was heartbroken and determined never to return. But she knew she would, she must. After her rejection, the only desire left in her life was to kill the Alpha who had taken over her father's pack, failing that, she would leave the pack and become a rouge wolf. She returns home for Christmas to attend her fallen family's memorial service. On Christmas Eve, during the pack's mistletoe ceremony, she receives a gift she never expected, a gift no one wanted – Reyland, the biological son of the Alpha she has sworn to kill. Would this gift given to her by the moon goddess help Marian fulfill her desire to reclaim her pack, or would it stir up new passions within her broken heart and consume her instead?
Marcia and Jullian were inseparable in college; they were like two halves of one whole. Everyone thought they were a forever couple. On the day of their graduation, Jullian vanished without a trace, and Marcia's world came crashing down. Five years later, after rebuilding her life abroad, Marcia is back home, fully focused on her new company, the new love of her life. Just as things are falling into place, Jullian suddenly reappears, still as captivating as ever. His reason for coming back? To "help" Marcia and to "correct" his past mistakes. Jullian has a proposal – one that feels more like a challenge – sell your company to me and let me take care of you the way I should have years ago. What follows is a battle of wills. Will Marcia hold on to the independence she fought so hard to achieve, or will Jullian's return and his offer of security be too much to resist? It's a showdown between the woman who craves freedom and the one who once let her go.
We've been married for three years, but I've never truly had his love. When his childhood sweetheart returned, just as promised, all I was met with were the cold, glaring divorce papers. "If I were carrying our child, would you still choose to divorce?" I asked, holding onto the faintest glimmer of hope, making one last desperate plea. His response, as expected, was just as cold as ever. "Yes." I closed my eyes, choking back tears, and finally chose to let go-to honor his decision. Years later, my heart had turned to ash. Lying in a hospital bed, I trembled as I signed the divorce papers. "Alexander, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing..." What I never saw coming was the ruthless, decisive CEO kneeling at my bedside, his voice hoarse, almost broken, as he pleaded, "Vivienne, don't divorce me... please."
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."
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
During her three years of marriage with Brendan, Adeline had become as humble as dust itself. However, what she got in return wasn't love and affection, but endless indifference and disdain. Worse yet, when the woman in Brendan's heart suddenly showed up, he further distanced himself from her. Finally, Adeline couldn't stand it anymore and asked for a divorce. After all, why should she stay with such a cold, distant man? The next one would surely be better. Brendan watched as his ex-wife left with her luggage in tow. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he made a bet with his friends. "She'll definitely regret leaving and will come crawling back to me in no time." After hearing about this bet, Adeline sneered. "Dream on!" A few days later, Brendan ran into his ex-wife in a bar. It turned out she was celebrating her divorce. Not long after, he noticed that the damned woman seemed to have a new suitor. Brendan was starting to panic. The woman who had clung to him for three years suddenly didn't seem to give a damn about him. What was he going to do?
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.Â