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"You are getting married to Damien McMillan, the eldest son of the McMillan family" --- Claire was told to get married to a man she barely knew because of business income and public rumors. The McMillan family had been their enemy and business rivals for over ten years and all of a sudden, she was getting married into that same family. She couldn't object even if she wanted to because she was mute. Because of her disability, her family treated her like nothing and they only saw her as a tool for cleaning up their mess. Damien McMillan on the other hand was twisted. No one knew the real him because his attitude and intentions were hard to detect. Damien was also facing the same cruel life as Claire - cleaning up his family mess because he was a half-breed (stepbrother). Even if they saw him as a tool, Damien was something much greater. Damien was hiding his identity and was waiting for the right time to expose it but suddenly, he felt another leech around his neck when he was told to get married to Claire Adamson, the youngest daughter of the Adamson family.

Eventually, Asher stopped singing when he saw the woman standing in front of him, and the band stopped playing as well. He thought it was just one of his admirers or fans. He glanced at the crushed woman who was unable to stand. He wore a casual black shirt and pants, his hair was long, his skin was white, and surprisingly one basic. He even leaned in closer to her before speaking. "Hello ! I know you, those face-cheating ladies! Haya said aloud. "What?" Asher asked in shock. "You attractive men always harbor false desires for women, later on time they have passionate feelings for you, you will go! You are so awesome! You dare!" Haya shouted angrily. "Come on Haya" Tora shouted, as he tried to grab Haya by the arm, but Haya went wild.

He steps closer to me... Closer... More closer... He pulls me close to him. His hand wrapped around my wrist. His eyes are into my lips. His hand grips my chin and his finger touches on my lower lips. I swallow my saliva... He slowly leans towards me. Our lips are an inch far. I closed my eyes... Against my ear, he whispered, "You are my women"... He steps closer to me... Closer... More closer... He pulls me close to him. His hand wrapped around my wrist. His eyes are into my lips. His hand grips my chin and his finger touches on my lower lips. I swallow my saliva... He slowly leans towards me. Our lips are an inch far. I closed my eyes... Against my ear, he whispered, "You are my women"... My temper sparked. I evert my eyes in his."In your dream", I shout and forcefully pushed him away... I run out of the room. My heart was pounding wildly in my ear. I took a deep breath, claim the rapid thuds in my chest. I desperately want to claim my heartbeat down... In reality, I am confused why my heart was pounding when he was close to me? Why did I close my eyes? Why I am blushing? I just hate him, isn't I? I asked myself why he said that to me? Is he drunk? I pulled my hair, Questions in my heart driving me crazy...

All I wanted was a man for my mother, a man who will fill her, make her happy. But I made the worst mistake of my life by choosing it...

The Dark Monarch has returned to the city. He took on the role of an ordinary clerk, only to inadvertently discover the secret of his beautiful female boss…

Dustin Fox worked hard for the Wyatt family for more than ten years and was exhausted, both physically and mentally. His body was covered in scars because of it. When he dragged his wounded body back to celebrate Amara’s birthday, he was told that the Wyatt family did not care for “useless crap,” and the Wyatt sisters kicked him out as if he were an unwanted dog. Disappointed, Dustin decided to live for himself. In the end, the Wyatt sisters begged him for his forgiveness.

“Honey, our daughter can’t marry a loser. She is our only child, we can not hand her over to a nobody, especially at such a cruiser time.” Catherine’s mother cried out to her husband. “So, an underdog for a husband. How ironic! As the saying goes, 'like mother, like daughter.”Chloe teased in a low voice, making sure that only Catherine could hear those words. Although Rome said nothing, his blood was boiling with rage and thirst for revenge. “I'll be back,” Rome said.

She was a prostitute, she needed money, and she had to be a substitute to get the money she needed. But, why should she become a substitute for someone else who ran away from her fate? Why should she marry a man she didn't love? Her mother prayed that she would find a man who loved her and give her happiness, but she ended up marrying a man who only knew to torture her and gave her sadness. After all, that was the price she should pay for her mother's life.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below filled with ivory remains. With determination etched on his face, he proclaimed, "The debt owed shall be repaid in blood!"

A NOVEL ON STOCKHOLM SYNDROME BOOK OF A THREE BOOK SERIES *TRIGGER WARNING* This book contains scenes that some readers may find disturbing… and also slightly annoying. “Miss. Iris, do you believe she has a point?” she asked and returned to her seat once again. “I don’t think so, her father and uncle deserve to go to jail.” My answer extracted a smile from her like she was proud of my response. “My name is Christine; I am a renowned medico-legal psychotherapist. Been in the business for over twenty years and that is what a case of Stockholm syndrome looks like. In my years of experience, we see situations similar to this but its our job to help the victims realize” “Wow…” I started, really amazed at what she had said and what her work entails. I was only concerned why they locked me in a room with a psychotherapist “it must be difficult at times” I added. “yeah, its difficult every time” she laughed “but today isn’t about me, I have a question for you.” There was a brief pause in between before she carried on “Does Hunter deserve to go to jail?”