In His World

Introducing a view on how different each life we live, there will be drama, heartaches and etc. If you value friendship and family values this is your story.

When Elena's parents die, leaving her drowning in debt, a contract marriage to billionaire Adrian Blackwell seems like salvation. But Adrian's world holds dark secrets. His first wife, Sophia, looked exactly like Elena. So did his father's first love, Grace. But both women died under mysterious circumstances. And now Elena is living in Sophia's penthouse. Wearing Sophia's face. Playing Sophia's role. As Elena uncovers twisted family obsessions, buried murders, and a decades-old genetic conspiracy, she realizes the truth: she wasn't chosen randomly. She was designed for this. And the last woman who wore her face didn't survive. Will Elena break the pattern—or become another ghost in Adrian's world?

Leaving your world and coming to another all seems wrong and right. Sophia had to leave Marazona to Earth to avoid death in the most cruel way. Everything on Earth seemed weird to her and she seemed weird to Donald, the son of the woman that took her in. But, let's see how Two Worlds are Connected.

He has made it crystal clear that I’m not to call him ‘boss’ except on certain occasions, like right now, when his dominating gaze carries a hint of playfulness. I can’t help but smile every time he gets like this, all lovey-dovey, but when he whispers in my ears asking me to go on an adventure with him, it is like an invitation to a forbidden feast and the thought sends a shiver down my spine which unlike you would think, is almost painful. Maybe this is because I have been on an adventure with him for as far as I want to recollect. My memories, if you peeked inside, would be overflowing with every moment with him, each one a brushstroke painted with his boldness and my, well, let’s call it a touch of recklessness. I now wear a souvenir, a mark etched onto my soul. It’s like a silent agreement, a reminder that our fates are tangled, intertwined like climbing vines. He’s the puppet master, my very own Mr. Strings, and every twist and turn of his whims gets woven into the fabric of my being. Maybe you find that hard to believe, like something out of a fairytale. But trust me, my darling, as I unravel the threads of our adventure, one by one, you’ll understand. With each turn and twist, you’ll find yourself hooked, a willing captive in the captivating narrative of our lives, possibly harnessed in the labyrinth of our love, where danger dances with delight, and fate is etched in the footprints of a love like no other. So buckle up, dear reader, for this isn’t a mere tale, it’s a thrill ride, a love song made of equal parts fear and freedom.

He wanted to make her life a living hell. Wanted to take revenge for her betrayal. He fully controlled her life, what eat, what to wear, when and what to speak, where to go.

You know what they say? "Couples are appointed to accompany each other in Heaven" but have you ever thought about the condition where one is from Heaven, cool calm and peaceful and the other one is from hell, hot tempered and destructor. He walked towards her with his usual angry glare towards her. He looked so scary to her (Like always). She took a few steps back but he was not stopped by her action. He was now so close that she could feel his body heat. He pulled her hair from the back of her head. She hissed. "How you dared? Who is he to you? A boyfriend?" he asked in a sinister voice. "Pain? Is that pain I am seeing? You came into my life forcefully and this pain is nothing like the pain I am suffering from," he said, forcing her to look into his deep blue eyes.