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Il est beau, charmant, mais froid au cœur. Pour lui, les femmes ne sont que des insectes dont il faut absolument se débarrasser. Son nom, c'est Dimitry Santos Dumont. Elle est belle, d'un cœur pur et sincère, sensible. Pour elle, tout le monde a droit à l'amour même le dernier imbécile de la terre. Elle croit au conte de fée et rêve d'en vivre un pareil avec un prince charmant qui est différent de son ex qui lui a brisé le cœur. Son nom, Jennifer Aniston. Que peut-on récolter sur une terre de glace lorsqu'on sème une graine d'amour ? La déception ? Ou tout simplement le parfait bonheur ? C'est ce qu'on découvrira à travers cette histoire intitulée *LE PARFUM DE L'AMOUR*. Trahison, rejet, amour, drame, passion avec des protagonistes ayant chacun son idéal.

What will you do if one day, you suddenly wake up with ears above your head and tails behind your back? What if you suddenly came back to how you were, 20 years ago, just with different eyes and hair color? Coming home from a late-night party, Tiffany George passed out as soon as she felt the softness and warmth of her comfy bed. She stinks of alcohol, explaining her carefree behavior, resulting into a deep sleep with her corporate attire on. On the next day, a phone call had woken her up. She massaged her aching temples and reached for her phone on the bedside table. She answered it without even bothering to look at the caller ID, her voice hoarse as she said hello. “Ms. George, what time do you think is it?” a cold voice floated over the phone, waking Tiffany out of her daze. She immediately hung-up the call and rose from the bed. But the moment she tried to reach the floor with her feet… she realized something amiss. She touched her face and felt her chest… A long silence ensued before her loud scream filled the entire room.

En assistant à une somptueuse fête d'anniversaire avec mon demi-frère, je suis confrontée à un choc terrible. Ce n'est pas une fête comme les autres, c'est mon mariage. Avec un homme froid comme la glace, craint de tous, moi y compris. Il s'avère que mon demi-frère a une dette colossale et que je suis utilisée comme monnaie d'échange pour la régler. Ai-je le choix ? Non. Pas quand la Cosa Nostra est impliquée. Trois heures plus tard, je découvre une bague étincelante à mon doigt et un mari auquel je suis terrifiée à l'idée d'être liée. Ma vie vient de basculer dans l'horreur. Impossible de me cacher, impossible de fuir. Je n'ai d'autre choix que de me préparer au cauchemar qui m'attend et d'espérer survivre à ce mariage infernal.

Eight months into my pregnancy, my husband finally makes time from his police duties to go to a prenatal checkup with me for the first time. The moment we step into the hospital, his satellite-encrypted phone buzzes urgently. The caller ID flashes briefly, and just like that, the man who's always calm and collected panics. "Honey, it's a red alert. Another international fugitive just crossed the border. I… I'm sorry…" He's clearly anxious, yet his tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. After apologizing, he rushes off. As I watch his SUV speed out of sight, my fist clenches tightly, crumpling the prenatal checkup sheet. I flag down a cab, slide into the car, and swiftly instruct the driver, "Follow that car. Don't lose it." A Red Notice for a fugitive? What a joke. My father, who works at the National Security Agency, barely catches wind of a notice like that. Yet, somehow, a mere police chief who only assists with cases is suddenly tasked with catching a high-priority criminal. Fine, then. I can't wait to meet the superior who's given him such an urgent assignment.

Mumbai. The city of dreams. Shining bright with impressive skyscrapers, glamorous filmstars, and glittering malls. Standing tall on the shimmering coast of the Arabian Sea. Everywhere Sun hits here, this city dazzles. But beneath this warm dazzle, there is another Mumbai. The cold Mumbai. The dark Mumbai. The stronghold of the mafia. Where narrow alleys are splattered with gun-powder and blood. Where lives are discarded like tissue papers. Where an obscene amount of money circulates unaudited. And since years now, this formidable underworld is under Lala Amarnath Vaghela's thumb. The powerful mafia kingpin who started his ascent from the slums of Dharavi years back, today he controls most of the Indian subcontinent's illegal dealings and organized crime with an iron fist. But not without help. Kunal Ranjan Vaghela. Lalaji's grandson and his heir apparent. Apple of his grandfather's eyes, he is calculative, sly, and cold-blooded. Samar Jagtap. Lalaji's ruthless and cunning protege. Indispensable, he is as unapologetic as they come in this business. Everything is working smoothly in Lalaji's world. Like a well-oiled machine. Or is it? Because apart from sharing Lalaji's trust, apparently these two capable young men also share an undisguised hatred for each other. Not above playing dirty in this high-stakes arena, both are merely bidding their time to tear one another down. But no matter who emerges the winner out of the two, there is someone who will only lose. A torn heart that refuses to take sides. A girl who dared to love them both. Stubborn and loyal-to-a-fault Maahi. Full name Maahi Ranjan Vaghela. Kunal Vaghela's beloved baby sister. And the beautiful confusion of Samar Jagtap's life.

She opened the door, and when she stepped inside, someone else closed it behind her. She jolted. Her head spun in shock to see him standing there. Her nerves felt jittery. He couldn’t possibly kill her now, could he? “W-what do you want?” Anna stuttered. The usual smirk wasn’t on his lips as he glared at her. “One thing I hate is when things don’t go as I planned. Silly little loopholes,” he said, pushing away from the doorframe. Her heart rippled when he took a step toward her. He was tall and large—she felt like a little girl compared to him. “I will scream,” Anna breathed, cold sweat rolling down her back. He held her chin. His hold was gentle as he caressed her jawline. Anna shivered. Then his lips tilted into a smirk—not enigmatic like the ones she had usually seen. This one was… sinister. One that told her he didn’t have good plans for her. “Careful there. We wouldn’t want you ending up with a broken spinal cord now, do we?” His large palm flew to her throat, his thumb gently caressing it. Tears brimmed in her eyes. “What do you want?” Her voice came out as a low whisper. “Your body,” he deadpanned. “As manure for my apple tree.” After being thrown to the wolves by her own father, Annalisa must make the ultimate choice—follow her heart or destroy the man she’s come to love.

On the day of my seventh wedding anniversary, my husband's lover gave my son a pet cat. My pregnancy made me allergic to cat fur, and rashes appeared all over my body. Sensing that it might lead to a miscarriage, I told my son to return the cat. "I'm keeping it!" my five-year-old son, Zachary, protested. He pushed me and said, "I hate having you as my mom! I want Aunt Lynn to be my mom!" My husband, Quinton Locke, tore into me. "Why did you have to develop an allergy now, out of all times? Is your jealousy blinding you to the point where you won't even consider your son 's feelings? You're being unreasonable!" He carried Zachary up and left with the cat. They had eschewed me in favor of Lynn Shelbert, Quinton's lover and the 'apple of his eye'. I collapsed on the ground, watching as blood began to soak my pants. At that moment, I knew I had suffered a miscarriage. I felt an unimaginable pain while I was in the hospital. My husband and son went traveling with Lynn, resembling a happy family of three. Lynn sent me a message. [Do you know why Quinton married you even though he's hopelessly in love with me? Well, I wanted a son and a daughter, but I didn't want to bear the risks that come with pregnancy. It's a shame you had a miscarriage.] Despair engulfed me that very instant. I hired a lawyer to prepare the divorce papers and took a flight back to my hometown. My sole wish was to never see Quinton and Zachary again.

Kezia Chloe Villanueva smart, pretty, brave and talented. she's a princess of Villanueva clan. Iniingatan at Inaalagaan. Over protective sa kanya ang nag-iisang kapatid na si Lucas at ang tatlo nitong pinsan. Pati na rin ang dalawa niyang kababata. Minsan na rin siyang napag-kamalan na tomboy dahil lagi niyang nakakasama ang mga ito. Minsan din ay napapaaway siya dahil sa mga girlfriends ng kanyang pinsan at kababata dahil sa selos o kung hindi naman napag-kakamalan siya na isa sa mga Girlfriend ng mga ito. Her life was going happily, Until one day the person she didn't expect came back. The person she forgot, The person she cried, The person who left her without knowing the reason, Left without even saying goodbye. And also one of her childhood friend. Will she be able to face it again? Especially now, that they live in the same house?

The day Joe Tanner’s parents died and his classmates cornered him in cruel bullying, I was the one who jumped into the river to save him—and lost my heart to him in that moment. For the next ten years, I poured everything I had into him. I hid my own admission letter to Great Eastern University. I washed dishes until my hands cracked, hauled bricks until my shoulders bled, even sold the pocket watch my mother left me—all so he could study without worry. I watched him rise from a ridiculed illegitimate child to a celebrated professor at the very peak of academia. All I ever wanted in return was a home we could call ours. But the day he achieved success, he forgot the woman who had built his world. So, I made my choice— If he could abandon my love, then I would walk away without looking back.

‘She forgot but she was never forgiven’ Lucille was a hostile wife to the submissive and one of the most prominent CEO of the country, Primo Villazar. After her father's death, she left him for an unknown reason. Yet, their story was still far from end as destiny cast them it's spell after two years. Lucille was found with no memories after encountering an accident and bearing a child that only God knows who's the father. Primo was furious. He wanted revenge and her condition was the perfect opportunity. He took her back and made her the person she isn't, fed her lies and planning to leave her wreck in the end just like what she did before. But could he really do it? Now that the girl he's with doesn't seem the same girl who broke him. And especially if he knows he was falling again. Where could his revenge took him in the end? And what could be the real reason of her disappearance?