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She is the loner, the outcast, and the bully's favorite target at school. When she become a young heiress of a noble house, everyone has to lower their heads in her presence. Now, she's back at school to let her bullies kneel before her! ~~~ After being bullied and an outcast for many years, Sydnee find out that her true mother is a noblewoman and she is a young heiress of a noble house. Her stepfather, the Duke, bring her to his household and train her to become a true heiress. However, her mother seems to dislike her so much and prefers to adore the adopted double-faced girl Catarina. Whatever she'll do, her mother will always be bias towards Catarina, and even support Catarina's plan to take her inheritance and usurp the position of Dukedom's heiress. But she, Sydnee, has promised herself to never back down from the fight to inheritance! Gaining the king's favor? Being a teacher's pet? It's easy to achieve. Even stirring the power factions in the capital is as easy as pie for her! This little white mice is not her opponent at all!
Just like the wind, I was invisible.
No one dare to get close to me. During recitation, I would volunteer myself to speak in front because teachers wouldn't choose me. For them, I was the last option.
I had no friends. Of course, they wouldn't get along with a poor girl like me, because almost all students here in my school were born with a golden spoon in the mouth. I was the exception.
The good thing of being alone? I could do what I want.
I smiled while watching the little kitten ate my leftover fish in my lunchbox. Earlier, I didn't finish my lunch because I need to finish some projects. So when I got pass by here and saw the kitten, I just gave my leftover away.
"We're the same," I whispered under my breath. "People don't want us." I heaved a sigh.
I waited for almost ten minutes before the kitten finished my leftovers. "Good," I said before I put back my lunchbox inside my backpack.
When I stood up, I saw the students nearby looking at me with ridiculous looks. Sometimes they'll whisper to each other and giggles. And I knew that it was me who they were whispering about.
It's okay. I was born to be ridiculed anyway. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked ahead.
The sun was setting on the horizon. The color of the sky was like a painting, with red and orange streaks. It drew a smile to my lips as I wondered how much time was left before the sun finally hid on the west.
I always saw the sunset after school. Every day, while I was strolling the road way home, I constantly look above and wonder how magnificent the sunset was.
I heaved a sigh again. I knew that my mom was making soup now, as I continued my journey towards home. She was like that. She was fond of cooking, and I love every bit of it.
"Miss!" someone shouted from behind.
I stopped in my tracks and turned around. I saw a man walking gracefully towards me. Furthermore, I faintly smiled at him. "Yes, Mister?"
He smiled back. "I saw you giving some food to a kitten near the campus gate."
"Uh." I blinked. "Yeah. I did it earlier."
I looked past him. We're almost a kilometer away from the campus gate. I saw the signage, since the sidewalk follows a straight path.
"It looks like there's something in your food, Miss."
"Huh?" I looked back to the man and I saw no sign of his smile now.
There's something on my food?
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He brushed his hair using his own fingers and gave me a weird smile. "The kitten is dead."
What? The kitten is dead?
I knitted my brows at his remarks. I was not sure if he was kidding or saying the truth. The mischievous smile on his lips didn't help either.
"I think I should go," I said and turned around. I briskly walked away, but I abruptly stopped when he said something.
"You must not get away from your crime."
I turned around again and scorned at him. "What did you say?"
He shrugged his shoulder. "When you passed the gate and gave something to the kitten, I was just around the corner watching for you. I have seen the entire crime. I witnessed it all, Miss. And you know that I am not the only witness."
"What are you talking about?" I harshly breathed and gave him a warning look. "Don't accuse me! I did not do anything wrong!"
"How do you explain the dead kitten outside the school campus?"
"I don't believe you!" I looked away and crossed my arm. "If the kitten is dead, then I should be dead also. What I gave to the kitten was my leftover, so don't accuse me of a crime I didn't commit in the first place!"
"Angry?" He chuckled and put both hands inside the pockets of his pants. "Let's talk about it in cool heads, shall we?"
"I'm not kidding with you, Mister. Don't play with me!"
I turned from him and stormed away. I couldn't believe someone will accuse me of murdering a kitten. It was impossible for the kitten to die. That man was hilarious!
"You still don't believe me?"
The voice was near. I looked behind while walking ahead, and I saw the same man. He was keeping up with my pace and smiled at me when our eyes met.
Not again!
"Will you stop following me? Or I'll call the police!"
"We're heading on the same path."
There's no way that this man will stop nagging me. I gave up. I stopped and turned around at him. "What do you want?" I asked.
He stopped walking and smiled again at me. Come on, what's with that smile?
"Will you please stop smiling? You're creeping me out!" I exclaimed.
I could no longer feel the rays of the sunset. The faint smell of coffee from a coffee shop nearby lingered in my nostril as I walked past the shop earlier, but I smelled the strong perfume of this man when the wind passed by us. I almost throw up because of how strong the smell was.
He suppressed his own smile while looking down at me. "I guess, my smile won't work on you."
I faked a smile and gritted my teeth in annoyance. This man was really getting into my nerves.
"I am not here to see your disgusting smile. Show me any evidence that the kitten is dead. By then, I might believe your accusations."
"Alright." He brought his phone out from his pocket. "I knew that you'll ask for it, so I got you a picture."
He showed me his phone's screen. I adjusted my vision and I saw a picture of a kitten that looked like the one I feed outside the campus gate. The kitten in the picture was laying on the dusty sidewalk.
I shrugged my shoulder. "He just lay down there. Maybe the kitten is going to sleep."
But the man showed me the next picture. This time, the perspective was somewhat nearer. I could see that the kitten's mouth was open, and some white foams were coming out from its mouth.
I blinked. Was I seeing a dead kitten?
"Yes." The man put his phone back inside his pocket. "Do you believe now?"
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As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.