FAZER LOGINAccidental Kiss "But it’s impossible; my heart still aches whenever I see Julian. But my daughter—does she realise how much that man resembles her?" Jennifer was bewildered by what she ought to do now, torn between her daughter’s desire to know her biological father and the searing pain of her own past. She had to choose one of them.At that moment, Julian was in the west wing corridor, polishing an antique mahogany sideboard until it gleamed. His mind drifted far away, calculating business figures for a tender he was secretly managing for his associates, when he heard the hurried clicking of high heels upon the marble floor."I only hope I can find success again. For now, I must also get closer to my daughter. Even if I cannot be called 'Daddy', at least I can see my own child."At the same time, Jennifer was in a great rush. She wore a night-blue silk gown and clutched a folder filled with important documents. She seemed distracted, glancing back as she barked instructions to a mai
Are You Truly My Daddy?"No matter what happens, I will win you back. Ricard, I am certain you have ill intentions towards Jennifer. I will reclaim her from a mysterious man like you." Julian clenched his fists, longing to strike the man who had stolen the woman he loved.Julian left abruptly; he knew that, for now, he was nothing more than an ordinary man, no longer the CEO of Kane Media. He returned to his luxury mansion—the only thing he had left. There, he began to devise a plan to rebuild his empire.'I must rise again. I cannot remain bankrupt like this. I must take back Sterling Media; I won’t lose it to the Kane twins.' He immediately contacted several business associates and old acquaintances he had helped in the past when they were facing their own difficulties.Julian focused entirely on his resurgence while continuing his medical treatment. He had a few close connections willing to assist him, as they were well aware of his immense capability.Three months passed without J
Is She My Daughter?"I was not like that. I am sorry... it was my fault... please, do not be like this... Jennifer, I love you," Julian said."Go away! Never show your face to me again if you continue to speak of love." Jennifer was furious as she cast Julian out.Julian was forced to leave, driven away by Jennifer. This woman's heart was as cold as Julian's own attitude had been in the past.Two days later...Jennifer asked her driver to take her to a hidden villa on the outskirts of the city, far from the clamour of Hollywood and the strict surveillance of Ricard Cross. Julian, who had now learned to move by using the strength of his arms and the help of a manual wheelchair he had hidden in the bushes, managed to sneak into the spare boot of a logistics truck heading to the same place. He risked his life, hiding amongst food crates just to find an answer.'I must follow wherever Jennifer goes. I must win back her love.'A few minutes passed; they had arrived at a location. A villa s
Slave to Redemption"Come back tomorrow." Those words echoed in Julian’s ears like a melodic curse.The following morning, before the sun had even breached the horizon, Julian was already positioned outside Ricard Cross’s palatial estate. He no longer carried a tattered cardboard sign. This time, he wore a charcoal-black suit, its fabric faded—a haunting remnant of his glory days as the Media King. He sat in his electric wheelchair, which had begun to stall and judder, waiting for the gargantuan gates to swing open.At ten o’clock, a polished black Rolls-Royce glided out. The rear window hummed as it lowered, revealing Jennifer’s flawless face framed by oversized sunglasses. Beside her sat Ricard, his arm draped possessively around his wife’s shoulders."Look at your faithful hound, Jennifer," Ricard sneered, a low, demeaning chuckle escaping his lips. "He actually showed up. Shall I have the staff fetch him some water in a plastic bowl?"Jennifer did not smile. She fixed Julian with
Kneel and Beg My Love"You shouldn't have come to my wedding. I still remember everything, I truly hate you," said Jennifer, her voice now calm, a contrast to the tears that had just fallen. Ricard stood upright beside her, but Jennifer was only focused on her pitiful ex-husband."I will defend you, don't be afraid of this man," whispered Ricard."I'll do anything as long as you forgive me and come back to me. Please don't hate me, Jennifer." Julian forcibly pulled Jennifer's hand."Let go of me! Don't bother me again! I forgive you. I forgive all the suffering you inflicted on me. However, forgiving is not the same as returning. A dead love cannot be resurrected just by regret, especially when it comes late, after you have lost everything.""Please hear me one more time! I beg you to forgive me and not marry that man. That man is not good," said Julian."Ricard, please escort this man out! I'd rather marry you now. He is disturbing us and ruining our happiness." Jennifer asked her hu
Marriage on the Sea: The Belated Regret"Perhaps it might be possible. Kneel down and tell me you regret it," replied Jennifer.Julian closed his eyes, forcing himself to repeat the words he most hated and most needed. He knelt once more, before his former fiancée, the man he once paid to eliminate this very woman."Jennifer Jones, I apologise for our past. You are the most beautiful, and I love you deeply. You are my Cassie, the woman I love, so please, return to me and can we be together?"Jennifer tilted her head, a thin, irresistible smile of triumph on her lips. "Very well! I will forgive you, but you must leave this place. I am getting married in three days. Do you not have my wedding invitation? I shall give it to you. Remember this! You and I are over, and I no longer love you." Jennifer then stepped away and gave Julian her wedding invitation so that he would attend. Naturally, she was delighted that her former lover could be reduced to tears."Can we be together?" Julian ask







