‘Both parties expressly agree that this arrangement is strictly contractual in nature and devoid of any emotional or romantic involvement. Any demonstration of affection, emotional attachment, or behavior suggestive of romantic intent shall constitute a material breach of contract. Violation of this clause will result in immediate termination of the agreement, and the offending party shall forfeit all benefits, assets, or compensations received under this contract. This clause is non-negotiable and emphasized as a binding condition of the agreement.’ The term was capitalized boldly. However, there was another; ‘Party A must be in a perfect health condition.’ *** Olivia Hayes is terminally ill and suffers from Stage IV carcinoma. She has lived all her life prioritizing her mother’s health condition until one sentence shattered her life; “I’m sorry, Miss Hayes. The results confirm it is cancer.” With her mother in a critical condition, she struggles to raise the funds for immediate treatment but was unable to raise half before the end of the month. Not until her encounter with Ezekiel Grayson, a cold heartless CEO offering a contract that could directly change her life… and destroy it forever. Ezekiel Grayson, a self-made billionaire with a guarded heart, never expected to find love. Obsession. His world of rivals and lavish galas felt empty until her met Olivia. A chance encounter sparks an undeniable connection, drawing them into forbidden romance that would shatter them both. But can it survive the challenges of his demanding lifestyle and the secrets of his past? Can love save them and heal them at the same time?
view moreI didn't know what to say. Well, apart from the fact that ‘Felix’, my ex-boyfriend, was part of the reasons I drank to a stupor last night. A sigh escaped her lips, breaking the silence after. “I was scared, Livia. I tried calling you, several times, but you weren't picking up. I even called Doctor Josh, cause I thought you might be there, and imagine my panic when he said he hadn't seen you since after you visited your mom that afternoon. Then Felix?” She gave me a look that had so many questions in it. What? How? Why? And then… when? Felix and I have been together for almost seventeen years and still counting if not for how things ended up yesterday. I was going to be his fiancée that day, because he proposed, right at the spot where we had our first kiss. God, it was memorable. It was supposed to be memorable until the doctor’s call which came right before the encounter. Two days ago, I was confirmed to be diagnosed with cancer. The tumor had advanced now, so deep as a stage
Lucien’s expression faltered, following his boss’s gaze and through the tinted glass, catching a glimpse of the woman earlier.Like any other person, she was just an ordinary lady who was wasted, wandering the lot in search of her car.It was the first time he had ever seen a silver-haired person. And the innocence yet pain in those eyes was rare, something the world didn't deserve.“My bet someone broke her heart,” The man beside revealed. History repeats itself. Most women cry under the solace of alcohol rather than tears.“I’ll bet something deeper,” Lucien replied, his eyes fixed outside.The woman staggered, trying impossibly hard to find her car among the crowd of cars parked at the lot.A kind fit for a corolla.In her current situation, it wasn’t safe for someone like her to roam vulnerably in the den of beasts. She was clearly not in the right state of mind.They could hear her curse even without speaking. She was like an open book, easy to read and far easier to predict.Aga
A few hours ago…The world was a color of black and white, of pleasure and sin, and the blend of gray dispersing in the air like incense. Faint old rock music bled through the bar, mixed with laughter and screams through the night’s stillness. However, the silence of the night was louder than the noise, and even louder somewhere parked at the far edge of the lot, gleaming under harsh yellow lights. It was like a beast at rest but never asleep. A world of its own.Its placement was deliberate, far enough to command space, close enough to remind the world it didn’t belong. Even the blind could tell it was possessed by someone wealthy. Those bloody-rich rouges kept concealed in the dark as they carried out their ruse.Inside a car buried at one end, sat a cognizant figure. It was eerily silent, not the comfortable kind, the kind that stretched taut and unrelenting, pressing in on everything. The leather interior, black on black, held the chill like a coffin and its tainted glass refl
“What are you doing?”The coldness of that question exaggerated some intensity, causing goosebumps all over my skin. I was certain it was a voice, but I was still not certain the question was directed at me.Oh fuck. It was at that moment that I remembered I had forgotten my pepper spray earlier at home today. God, this shouldn't be happening right now.My brain was a haze and at this point, I was sure as hell going to pass out, giving whoever was behind me, which I bet was those street gamblers observing a way to two to snatch drunken ladies' purses or valuable items, the opportunity to carry out their ruse.Perhaps not me.I tried the fob harder this time, screaming inwardly at my bad luck and more at my doubling vision. I swear, this will be the last time I’m ever getting drunk.I’ve never acted this way before. Just that, today was different. Well, different in the sense that I have just been diagnosed with cancer. The Stage IV Carcinoma. And my mother had little time left before
“I’m sorry, Miss Hayes. The results confirm it is cancer.”It was loud in the kind of way that gets into your teeth and sinks deep into your cranium. Every moment fades into oblivion, which seems more like the effect of the drink, but I know better.The bar was packed, not shoulder-to-shoulder, but thick enough that the air was hot and heavy, soaked in the smell of sweat, spilled beer, cheap cologne, and that lemony disinfectant they swiped across the counter every hour like it made a difference. It just never did. Or maybe it was me.Neon signs buzzed above me, radiating everything in sick blues and reds. A jukebox fought a losing battle with the crowd noise, blaring out some old rock song no one was listening to.The laughter became the music and the pleasure, the rhythm. Oh, I hate this place…I was hunched at the far end of the bar, where the light didn’t quite reach and no one bothered to look too long. My stool wobbled every time I shifted, but I didn’t care. The wood under my a
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