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René Huang is a French-Chinese Painter who lives in France. He lives alone there when his parents are living in China. He is famous, rich, and handsome. Everything in his life was perfect until finally, unexpected events started happening in his life. He painted some paintings in his sleep, and there was a secret behind them. He wanted to find out the secret, and when he became a guest lecturer in an art university, he met a student who was related to the paintings. Their relationship was not good at first, but when they were investigating the paintings together, the romance started blooming. Note: This novel is inspired by my fanfiction that was posted on another platform. The idea and the story are mines. No plagiarism. Cover by MichelleLeeee

In a world of runways and ruthless deals, nothing is as it seems. On the verge of global domination, THEO, one of the most popular investors, offers OLIVIA a rising fashion star, a deal she can’t reject. Popularity and a massive investment for 70% of her brand. What begins as a partnership, ignites into obsession, and an intimacy they never imagined was possible. But when buried truths come to light about her past, her mother and lies that shaped her. Olivia begins to question everything, including Theo's sudden interest in her and her company. Because the closer they get, the harder it is to tell who's playing who.

Summary: Inspector Thomas Bertrand, a methodical and respected police officer, is tasked with investigating a mysterious murder. The evidence seems to point to the assassin being a beautiful and young woman, Isabelle Dufresne. But as soon as he meets her, an irresistible attraction grows between them, a feeling that deeply unsettles him. The battle between his duty to justice and his growing emotions for Isabelle leads him into an intense inner struggle. As the investigation progresses, he discovers that nothing is as it seems and that dark forces are manipulating the truth. His heart and mind are in conflict, and the hidden truth could very well destroy him.

Andy Alf, a twenty-six-year-old professional multimillionaire CEO of the largest export company in town, obsessed with order, organization, discipline, cleanliness, and much more, is recognized in high society for the way he manages his business and makes good decisions. Camille, a humble twenty-five-year-old girl, graduated from the psychology faculty of a small university, manages to get a job outside her hometown in Andy's company, to take a position in the human resources area, she accepts it far from home, since the pay is quite striking and her mother now requires treatment for cancer. A few days after working in the ALF company, she meets Andy, her immediate boss, who regardless of the fact that he is about to marry one of the most beautiful women in the world show business, becomes obsessed with that girl, taking him to the point of committing crazy things and persecutions, when he finally manages to establish a relationship with her, it becomes a toxic courtship and full of sentimental problems, reaching the point of questioning the sanity of the two of them, can Andy and Camille be together despite their problems? A thousand separations in the same relationship, only one ending.

"This feels… incredible… you really know how to handle women…" I'm a figure photographer. Through my lens, I had handled countless women in their most seductive and lascivious moments. The women in my lens, no matter who they were before, always became top-tier models, because I trained each and every one of them. In a dimly lit room, a woman knelt on the bed, completely exposed. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, her cheeks flushed and her eyes hazy. The only thing still held high was the curve of her hips, lifted firmly in my grasp…

I, Darlene Cooley, have an ability. Whenever I touch an object, I can see the scenes it has experienced over the past day. I've been married for five years. Every time I help my husband, Bernard Hoffman, tidy up his suits or organize his briefcase, what I see are conference rooms, whiteboards, and workstations. Once in a while, I appear in those scenes. He'll be secretly reading my messages under his desk, the corners of his mouth lifting unconsciously. Bernard is so gentle that it feels almost unreal. In winter, he places my slippers by the heater to warm them up. No matter how busy his business trips are, he video calls me right on time. When I casually mention I feel like eating caramel popcorn, he drives halfway across the city to stand in line for it. My friends all say I'm blessed, and I feel the same way. That is, until yesterday, when he comes back from a trip. I go to help him unpack, and the moment I touch that gray cashmere sweater, a flood of images rushes in. Bernard is sitting across from a short-haired woman. Her eyes are bright, and a shallow dimple appears when she smiles. He listens to her speak, earnest and focused, with his head tilted slightly to one side. A faint smile lingers at the corner of his mouth. It's been a long time since he has listened to me speak like that. The vision ends. I crouch in front of the suitcase, my hand still resting on the cashmere sweater, unable to snap out of it for a long while. Then, I stand up and walk over to the cabinet, where I pull out my own suitcase.