Jane Doe, a nickname that got stuck with her. Ironically, the name gave a sense of identity she lacked. Her world is filled with pains and abuses, her foster father constantly lure behind her shadows hunting and hurting her. She lives like an island, and a fugitive. Indebted to her only close friend, she'd do anything to clear her debt, even standing in for an act she did not commit. She falls into his world, filled with a mistaken hatred and fear towards the supermodel CEO, she braces herself against the man she thought could be no different from the others who have been hurting her. For the first time in his life, Salvatore feels at loss, when he sees the hatred she has towards him, reflected in those pale brown eyes. Despite his own suspicions of the infamous Jane Doe, he feels drawn towards her. Her mysteriousness intrigued him, leading him to uncover truths and meaning behind her existence. It turns out they both have a powerful common enemy, she may not just be a Jane Doe but an heiress. He is bent on fighting all those who stand against her, and help her restore her lost glory. But it turns out that some truths are better off hidden than brought to light. She had gradually learned to trust him, his world became her safe haven. But a shocking revelation could destroy all they had built together. When she discovers he could be involved in the murder of her birth parents and subsequently her adoptive parents, will she fight to clear his name, or she would turn her back against him because he deserves it.
It looked cozy from the outside; a portable green bungalow surrounded by oriental scrubs and green pines. A perfect home to raise kids. But it always unusually quiet, for a children's home.
I bet those children in there are being drilled like in the military- people would say, but in whispers of course.
She paddled her almost rusty bicycle with agility, laughing at the faces of the passerby as they stopped and glared annoyingly at the bicycle because of its rusty sound.
She wished their annoyed faces were the best of her worries, then her heart wouldn't be drumming against her ears as it was doing at the moment. A quick glance at her wrist watch, made her press harder on the paddle, her thick ebony curly hair flew every which way, a handful of strands falling on her face and obstructing her view.
"Damn Caroline" she cursed under her breath, stopping to pack part of the curly mess on her face with her hand scrunchie as they were too thick to be handled at once.
Going as fast as the piece of rusty iron could carry her, she turned into a familiar neighborhood as she neared the little bungalow, rows of oriental scrubs greeted her, she scanned the vicinity with an expert eye, satisfied that her foster father's beat up Sudan was not in sight, which could only mean he was not at home, she heave a sigh of relief, and packed her rusty bicycle neatly next to a scrub, pulled out a tote bag from the carrier and rushed up the front pouch.
As she opened the door and stepped in, a frown formed in her face as she took in the silence that greeted her, she checked her wrist watch once again she was just right on time and almost evening, in about two hours time the sun will be going down, which made her wondered where her foster siblings were especially Josh and Anna, the youngest kids who always stand at the door to welcome home with one prank or the other, after she had fallen into their trap, they would laugh hard, completely innocent of the number one rule in the house; no noise. Her heart flutters seeing their face, they are always radiant with hope, and joy, and she wishes them to hold on to that, as those virtues were gradually slipping from her grabs.
She made her way into the kitchen in search of the children, she was greeted with the same silence, she decided to go further into the room she shared with other older kids, but since they were no more, as most of them had finally reunited with their family, or had a really home that were willing to adopt them, she had the room to herself. She stopped to pull out her patched up sneakers, looking at the shoes, she made a mental note to sew up the new tear by the side later in the night, when she was back from her part time job and had finished the piled up house chores that would await her.
"Jane" a husky voice called her, she immediately looked ahead and gulped, wondering where she had come from.
"Ma Kristine" she responded
" That university of yours keeps you out for hours, who do you think will do all the house chores around here, you should stop going" the fat woman said, angrily.
She was used to this talk, she wasn't afraid of her because all she does is talk and talk. If the talk of pulling out of the University came from her foster father, she could quiver in fear, knowing very well he'd make her do it. But for some reason the cunning man wants her in school, which remains a surprise to her, as he never wants anything good for her. He did not even let her move out of the house even when she turned legal age, it's like she was trapped here, it doesn't matter anywhere she had tried running off to, he'll always find her. And she had stopped trying to run off, she had learnt her lesson; weeks of slashes and whips and starvation had taught her to discard the thoughts of running away.
" I'm sorry, Kristine" she apologized with her eyes on the ground, it was one of the norms they were taught, anytime they get scolded they had to apologize, doesn't matter if they are wrong or not.
"Come here, you wisps"
She moved closer to the fat woman.
" You see this number, you'll ring it up once you get to the outpost of the town, the person on the phone will direct you where to meet with him, he'll give you a bag which you'll bring to me" Kristine instructed.
" Alright ma'am" she said, reaching out to take the piece of paper from her but she held on to it, and swatted her hands away.
" You are not going with the paper, memorize the number" she snarled,
" You are not in a university for nothing," she added with spite.
Jane only nodded and looked at the paper carefully, in no time Kristine folded it up.
" But I wasn't done," Jane murmured.
" That's not my problem now, is it?"
Jane shook her head.
She tried to walk past her into her room, she grabbed her arms roughly, Jane flinched and grimaced in pain as she had a deep cut, from her father's belt whip right on the spot Kristen grabbed.
"Where do you think you are going to"
"I just want to change into my work clothes"
"Who said, you'd be going to work first, I need that pack before my husband returns"
Jane responded with a nod, she grabbed her shoes and hurried out of the door, she knew better than to try to reason with the woman. She would lose her job. Out of the four part time jobs she does, she loved this one the most and the people there were more kind. As a waitress, she got to eat leftovers from customers.
As she rolled out her bicycle, her stomach glowed, reminding her she hadn't eaten since morning. She ignored the glow and reached into her tote bag to get a book and pen and write down the number she had memorized, lest she forget.
She felt something inside her bag, she brought it out, Staring at the chocolate bar she immediately remembered she had an article to write for her friend. She had given her the chocolate bar, so she would help her with an article. She was her only close friend, yet she wasn't aware that Jane is allergic to chocolates.
She put the bar back into her bag, she had brought it home to give to the kids to share, little treats always brighten up their day, wondering where they must be, she climbed up her bicycle and paddled out. A quick glance at her wrist watch reminded her that her foster father should be back by now, he was never a second late. She wondered what was going on.
...Her face beamed with joy " He's going to finally get a cure?" She asked, joyfully. He nodded in response. " Thank you, daddy" she hugged him " thank you, doctors" " You are welcome, baby girl," one of the doctors said, sharing her joy. "Dad, are we giving him right away? I haven't seen him for a whole week now. His nanny won't pick up the phone when I ask mom to call, I hope he is alright." she asked, curiously searching her father's face. The smile had disappeared from his face replacing sad and worried lines. "Dad, is he alright?" She asked, almost scared. " Yes, baby, he is," he said, forcing a smile. She heaved a sigh of relief. " You will take the medication to him, but not immediately, but to do that, I'll have to hurt you, just a little" he explained with pain in his eye. " Dad, don't be sad, everything will be fine, you won't hurt me much right?" He nodded his head in affirmation, fearing to say a word lest he break down in tears... They are now adults, thrown into separate, by chance but fate keeps them together. He is the cold and dominant king of Brooks' AI tech and a Blockchain pioneer with a deadly disease that no one knows about, and has a cure for. He is Sage Brooks. After his father's most trusted friend Fell Hunter scammed him and almost made them go bankrupt few weeks later, his father was murdered and all the leads points towards the Hunters, little Sage is forced to become cold to the world, few days later the Hunters' whole family dies and leaves their little girl (Remi) at the Brooks gate, with her memory lost from shock and trauma. The note on her torn dress reads that she has the most important asset to repay the Hunters debt. She suffered years of abuse, with no memory of her childhood and parents only an old maid lady who takes care of her, until she became of age to access her parents, but the Brooks are scammed again. Sage marries her as a result of a promise he made to his father, his illness attack makes him lose fragments of his memory. The only memory of his time with his father he held on to, his promise to him. He'll have nothing to do with her, except make her suffer for the deeds of her parents. But there's the president's daughter, the perfect lady to be with him, and produce his heir before his illness takes his life. Series of occasions brings flashes of memories of his time with a little girl. She could have been his first love. She was the only one he used to play with and never got irritated, she was his heaven. Sophia, the president's daughter seems to be the girl from his memory, because it only seems right that she could be the one. But what was this peace he felt when he was around Remi. She is like a mystery to him. With his health depreciating, he needs an heir. Would he actually die? Is it possible that there is no cure for his illness? Is Remi truly an asset to him afterall or is it the perfect president's daughter? Were the Hunters really Brooks ' enemy? Or is it possible they shared a common enemy? Will Remi learn to love her abuser? Lots of twists and turns of events, revealing hidden agendas and recovery of memories.
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."
In the eyes of the public, Elijah was ever the gentleman, always distant and reserved. But behind closed doors, he was an animal who relentlessly ensnared Ashley in a web of lust. No one knew of their secret relationship, yet at the same time, no one dared to bully her again. Then one day, she was hit with morning sickness right in front of everyone. To everyone’s shock, the aloof and domineering Elijah quickly knelt in front of her and caressed her pregnant belly. “Babe,” he crooned, “let’s go public with our relationship. I will give you my everything.”
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
Eveline married Shane, an obstetrician, at the age of 24. Two years later, when she was five months pregnant, Shane aborted the baby himself and proceeded to divorce her. It was during these dark times that Eveline met Derek. He treated her tenderly and gave her warmth like she had never known before. He also caused her the greatest pain she ever had to endure. Eveline only grew stronger after everything she experienced, but would she be able to bear the truth when it was finally revealed? Who was Derek behind his charismatic facade? And what would Eveline do once she found out the answer?
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."
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"