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Overpowered by the strong hands who grabbed her by the hair and pulled her along, dragging her into a dark room that recks of urine and cigarettes. Hurled her inside. His hands still gripping her hair and not doubt if he let go, some strands of hair would fall of. Undeniably, the pains were suffocating. When she stares at his dark eyes, the only thing she saw was darkness. "Let go, let go of me you bastard!" She spit out. That only made his mighty five fingers appear on her face. Which sent her head spinning on her neck. He made her kiss the earth. And slowly breathed in her face. "Your life ends here...." his voice was deep baritone and cruel and that was when she felt the shivers down her spine. How did the nerdy Elina find her way into the merciless billionaire's court?
"Don't keep customers waiting!" Elina Brooke instantly pick up the tray containing the customer orders. How she hates Saturday, the diner was mostly occupied with teens. And most times were her mates from high school. Now in college. Flirting around here and there. Without the slightest shame. Or maybe she was just jealous, neither of them had swung their head around to look at her the second time whenever she walks past, their eyes were always down whenever she attends to him and when they stare at her, it come a withering glare. And a disgust look.
Mondays were more better, though It was always long and tedious and customer were mostly grouchy. And she received less glare and nothing seems to ruin her mood. Except her sassy boss. Lady Carol. Well. She had come to accept her fate. Hurrying towards the table at the corner of the diner where the order was been made at that moment one of the departing customers, pulled out of a chair and stepped backward without looking. Crushed into Elina, sending her careening to her to the right. And face down unto the next table. The tray slipped from her hands and splitters on the ground. She fell on the table, grateful the plate on the table were empty. She observed the water and coffee jolted wildly, while the plate skidded to the edge. The Man on the table took the brunt of the accident as hot and cold liquid sloshed on his thigh and tie. "I'm so sorry" she apologized to the man as he leaped off from his seat. With a glare, brushing the pants. "Oh sorry " muttered the coward who'd bumped her. Those stupid teens. He hurried away leaving her to face the wrath of the angry man. "Are you that clumsy?" "I'm really sorry." "Use this" A napkin was thrust into her hands. She carefully blotted the the man's tie. "Am sorry." "Good for you " "It wasn't her fault, someone crushed into her." She swung her head around in recognition of the voice. And she met his cool gray eyes of the person who gave her the napkin. "Raymond!" That was all she could say out of surprise, she couldn't think of any other word, he doesn't visit the diner on Saturdays. Raymond was the very attractive friend of Elina, the only one she had keep so close or he had kept her close. Her childhood friend. Their mothers had forced them to be friends, even their mothers ain't friends anymore but here they are still friends after ten years. He didn't like Elina at first Because was fat. And unattractive. With her glasses. He teased her and made fun of her. But she was smart and was always helping him with school work. That was probably what got them sticking together. So she could help him pass his grades. "Elina!" Lady Carol brawls "You should leave." She jabbed him on his back. A signal to leave now. Pronto! He did. But he didn't leave the diner. He waited outside. Waiting for her to be done with her shift. It was just an hour left. Without another word, her hand went directly to her cheek. Twice! "What is wrong with you?" Then she turned to the customer. Apologizing to him. And the other customer whose order didn't get to him. But got devour by the cold floor instead. "Get rid of that mess on the floor!" She had no choice but to comply, squatting, she picked up the broken glasses and cups and the plate both the ones on the floor and the table, put them all in the tray and shamefully walked away into the kitchen and return with a wipe and began scrubbing the spot. Luckily for her, her glasses wasn't broken but sustained a little crack. Nevertheless she still had to get it replaced. "Are you okay?" That was the first thing he asked, when he spotted her coming out of the diner, holding her handbag. She back on her causal wears since she had taken off her uniform. Her skirt were buggy and long down to her feet. Her glasses were almost covering her face, he wasn't new to her type of dressing, but still gets to him every time. She smile radiantly. "I wasn't fired." He laughed. And stretched out his hands for a hug which she gladly accepted falling into his arms. "You always look good Raymond What's the secret." She pouted. Earning another laugh from Raymond. As they disengaged. "Am not sure you wanna know that." He winked. "You're so full of yourself Ray." "You've been so busy, there hasn't been a chance to see you these days...." She sighed and leaned on the railing. "..For college isn't?" He was in college already, making her jealous she wasn't. "Yeah, That's What have been saving for Am alone now, you know that." She didn't say more than that, he knew that wasn't a topic he should trend on. So he let it slide. And place a hand over her shoulders. "I'm having a sleep over at your house tonight El. Movie night" "Ewww, no way, you ate the entire cereal in the house, drink up all the soda. Decided to watch an horror movie. And left my house empty of stock. Leaving me with nothing. Just a night you spent. Am not doing that with you again." "Am taking beer tonight.." She pat her head. Like a pet. Then stroke it. And smile down at her. "What are friends for?" "Then I stop being friends with you. Humph!" She pulled his hands of her shoulders and walked ahead of him. Raymond laughed. "I know you miss me." He chuckled. Running up to catch up with her. His hands went to her shoulders again. Humming to her favorite song which he knew she couldn't resist. "Don't test me!" "Am just humming." "Yeah yeah." She said sarcastically. And they walked further into the street. Until they were completely, out of sight. The wooden plank squeak as they crossed the front porch. She opened the door, letting him in. He survey the room, just like the first time he came here. It was small and awash with blue. With a door adjacent to the kitchen, which was her room. The room was clean and neat. He settled down on the couch. Facing the TV set. She dropped her bag, taking off her shoe. She went into the kitchen and held up a questioning glance. He nodded, and she poured them each a cup of coffee. Taking the spot next to him. "Tired?" She nods, taking a sip from the coffee. And breath out. "I hate saying it but it is what it's" His hand snooped around her again, placing her head on his shoulders. "Am always here to help." "I know that, cause the next morning you're traveling to Miami. And you phone would be unreachable till you're back." "Am gonna be around for the next couple of months." He stood up, unannounced, leaving her head falling on the couch. Jerk! Dropping the empty coffee cup on the table, opened the fridge, bringing out five bottles of beer. Lifting them up, so she could see them. Returning to her side, she had the Tv switch on, looking for a particular movie to watch. "Stranger things?" "No, something else." He set the beer on the table and uncap one for himself and Elina. "And certainly not a Korean movie.." He chugged down the liquor. "Are so annoying Ray. You should do this yourself instead." He didn't hesitate to jump out of the couch, pulled her away from her TV set, and took her position, finding the movie contrary to his taste. And the perfect movie for tonight. Nobody sleeps in the wood. Returning to his spot, he held the bottle of beer and drink from it. "It's starting..." He turned to her beside him. Already sleeping. Her head falling, he lay her properly on the couch. And sat beside her. Taking off her glasses. And admire her for a while. Elina was one weird girl he knew. Who became independent before she clock sixteen. His fingers lingers on her face more than he intended. Withdrawing his hands, he slide to the ground, drinking.
Seeing the bare self of a girl in his kitchen. Was something he never did imagine he would see in the next thousand years. But he did. And at that moment his thought suddenly went blank. He couldn’t think of anything else. Even her growling stomach couldn’t get to him. A strange nude girl was in his kitchen. The mop stick he held was suspended in the air. He thought whoever was in his kitchen was a thief. And he was hoping on hitting the food thief with the stick. But she was a thief. In his damn kitchen. His eyes moving it’s way to her again, her naked form, he gulp down an invisible lump on his throat. The mop stick falling from his hands. She blinked her full lashes at him. Innocently. Who is she? What the hell is he going to do?
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
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.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
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."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?