"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, Eliane, 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 White Mall 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?
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."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
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!"