"The past never stays buried... especially when fate demands justice." Fifteen years ago, Isla's life was shattered. Victimized at a young age, she was left with only her sister, Eliana, and a child she never expected-Lucian. She vowed to build a life for her son, leaving the ghosts of her past behind. But some ghosts refuse to fade. Damien White, the cold and untouchable CEO of Whitemoore Properties, has never been interested in love. Yet, a recurring nightmare torments him-one that feels more like a memory than a dream. When fate brings Isla and Damien face to face, neither realizes the cruel twist destiny has prepared. Unaware that the child he meets is his own blood, Damien finds himself drawn to Isla, oblivious to the truth lurking beneath their connection. Everything changed, when Isla finally found out that the man she had fallen in love with was the same man that victimized her 15years ago. She was torn between seeking revenge and forgiving him. Fate had it's way and they're finally back together. Lucian finally get to experience a father figure in his life.
The soft hum of the radio filled the small living room as Eleanor stretched out on the worn-out couch, flipping through the pages of a book she had already read a dozen times. The smell of freshly brewed tea lingered in the air, blending with the faint scent of rain seeping through the open window. Across from her, Isla sat curled up in a blanket, her delicate fingers wrapped around a steaming mug.
"You know," Isla murmured, a dreamy smile playing on her lips, "one day, we'll leave this place. Maybe move to the city, start over."
Eleanor chuckled, setting her book down. "And do what? You hate crowds."
Isla rolled her eyes. "I'll adjust. It's just... sometimes, I feel like something is waiting for us out there. A new life."
Eleanor softened. She knew her sister dreamed of bigger things, but reality had always been cruel. Since their parents died, it had been just the two of them, scraping by in a small town where opportunities were few. But as long as they had each other, they survived.
A sudden gust of wind rattled the window, making Isla shiver. "Did you hear that?"
Eleanor glanced at the window. "Just the wind," she reassured.
But Isla's unease lingered.
The night had settled into an eerie silence. Eleanor had fallen asleep on the couch, but a faint creak stirred her awake. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness. Something felt... off.
Then came another sound-a door handle turning.
Her heart pounded. She sat up slowly, straining to hear. Then-a crash. The sound of glass shattering.
"Isla!" Eleanor bolted up just as the front door burst open.
Two figures, dressed in black, stormed inside, their faces masked. Her breath hitched as a third man followed, taller, his stance commanding.
"Stay quiet, and you won't get hurt," one of them growled.
Eleanor's body froze, fear gripping her like ice. Isla stumbled out of her bedroom, her eyes wide with confusion. The men moved fast-one grabbed Eleanor, shoving her against the wall as another lunged for Isla.
"Don't touch her!" Eleanor screamed, thrashing, but a sharp slap sent her crumbling to the floor.
Isla whimpered, struggling as rough hands yanked her away.
"Take what you want and go!" Eleanor pleaded.
A cruel chuckle. "We're taking more than just money, sweetheart."
She saw Isla's terrified eyes just before she was dragged into the other room. The door slammed shut.
"No! Isla!" Eleanor clawed at the floor, but a boot pressed down on her back, pinning her in place.
The sound of muffled sobs. The rustling of clothes. Then silence.
The house was empty when Eleanor finally managed to move. The thieves were gone, leaving destruction in their wake. But nothing compared to the devastation inside the bedroom.
Isla sat curled in the corner, her body trembling, her eyes hollow.
Eleanor rushed to her, gathering her in her arms. "I'm here. It's over. You're safe now."
But Isla didn't speak. She just stared past her, a single tear slipping down her pale cheek.
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Damien Whitmore was a man who commanded both fear and admiration. At just 34, he had built an empire that stretched across multiple industries-real estate, tech, and finance-turning every venture he touched into gold. His name alone held weight, spoken with either reverence or envy in business circles. His presence in any room was magnetic, not because he sought attention, but because power radiated from him effortlessly.
Standing at 6'3", Damien had the imposing stature of a man who had never lost a battle-broad-shouldered, lean, and always impeccably dressed in tailored suits that screamed quiet luxury. His jet-black hair was always neatly styled, his sharp jawline and piercing icy-blue eyes giving nothing away. He was the kind of man who rarely smiled, and when he did, it was never without purpose. His gaze was intense, almost calculating, as if he could read through a person in seconds and determine their worth.
Despite his wealth, Damien lived a disciplined life. He was not the type to indulge in extravagance for show. His penthouse was minimalist yet opulent, his cars chosen for efficiency rather than flashiness. But what truly set him apart was his absolute disinterest in romance. Women tried-socialites, models, ambitious businesswomen-but none ever caught his attention. He was immune to seduction, seemingly untouchable. Gossip columns whispered about his preferences, questioning if he even desired women at all. Some speculated he had lost a great love in the past, while others believed he simply had no heart for such things.
Among his four younger brothers, Damien stood as the eldest and most accomplished, yet the only one who remained single. His brothers had found love or, at the very least, committed relationships, yet Damien remained an enigma. Some in his family viewed it as unnatural, while others simply accepted that he was married to his work. His late parents had once pressured him to settle down, but with them gone, only one person still voiced such expectations-his grandfather, Richard Whitmore. A formidable man himself, Richard was the only person who could speak to Damien without fear.
But even with his grandfather's insistence, Damien had no intention of changing. Love was a distraction, a liability he had no use for. He was a man of discipline, of strategy, and of control. And if there was one thing he despised, it was anything-or anyone-that threatened to disrupt the empire he had built.
Yet, fate had a way of unsettling even the most immovable men. And Damien Whitmore was about to learn that not everything in life could be controlled.
When love Cost Me You is a heartfelt story of unspoken love, missed chances, and the pain of realizing one's feelings too late. Dennis, a reserved and caring teacher, has harbored deep feelings for his colleague Lilian but never found the courage to confess. He watches over her from the sidelines, always there but never crossing the line. Lilian, on the other hand, assumes Dennis sees her only as a friend-especially when he gives her no reason to think otherwise. When Raymond, the charming and ambitious son of the school's principal, enters the picture, everything shifts. He and Lilian quickly form a strong bond, and as she grows closer to him, Dennis begins to feel a strange, unfamiliar ache-jealousy. Yet, when she asks Dennis what he thinks of Raymond, hoping for a sign of something deeper between them, his response confirms her doubts: "He's cool. Any lady that bags him sure did win a medal. You both would make a good couple." With those words, Dennis unknowingly pushes Lilian away, and she finally allows herself to embrace her feelings for Raymond. Their growing closeness and eventual engagement force Dennis to confront the painful truth-he has lost her, not because someone else stole her heart, but because he never had the courage to claim it in the first place. A story of love, regret, and the cost of silence, When Silence Cost Me You explores how hesitation can sometimes be the biggest mistake of all.
Falling for My Boss is a captivating office romance filled with tension, passion, and unexpected emotions. Aria never intended to fall for her boss. As a dedicated employee at Sinclair Enterprises, she prides herself on keeping things professional. But when Adrian Sinclair-the demanding yet irresistibly charming CEO-starts occupying her thoughts more than he should, she realizes she's in trouble. Adrian is cold, calculating, and completely off-limits. Yet, behind his sharp suits and stern demeanour, Aria senses a man burdened by secrets and responsibilities. As their professional boundaries blur, stolen glances turn into late-night conversations, and undeniable attraction threatens to change everything. But workplace romance is dangerous, and falling for her boss could cost Aria more than just her job-it could break her heart. Can she resist the temptation, or is she destined to fall for the one man she shouldn't?
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]