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L'amour est une chose imprévisible qui peut arriver à n'importe qui, à n'importe quel moment, dans n'importe quelle circonstance . Elle est capable de modifier toute une vie en une vie merveilleuse , ou en une vie remplie des problèmes. L'histoire que je m'apprête à vous raccontez est l'histoire d'un jeune homme appelé AKADIRI Abdoul Madjid, titulaire d'un master en biochimie à l'université d'Abomey calavi (UAC Bénin ). Après 2 ans de chômage , Abdoul Madjid a finalement trouvé un job dans un grand de fabrication de médicaments ( laboratoire appartenant à une grande entreprise ). Mais malheureusement ou heureusement pour lui , il tombe amoureux du DG de l'entreprise fille d'un des milliardaires de l'Afrique et PDG de cette entreprise .En effet l'obtention de ce boulot est l'œuvre du père de sa copine , ministre des affaires étrangères et ami intime du PDG milliardaires . Pour le remercier ,le ministre oblige Abdoul Madjid à épouser sa fille au risque de le retirer ce job .Abdoul Madjid avait accepté , mais à la vue de sa patronne tout a changé.l'amour qu'il ressentait pour sa patronne est plus fort que celui qu'il a pour la fille du Ministre et décide d'ignorer la promesse d'épouser la fille du ministre afin d'épouser sa patronne ne sachant pas que le petit ami de sa patronne est un grand trafiquant de drogue , chef de la mafia béninoise. Ce qui est encore grave , les parents d'Abdoul Madjid ne sont pas d'accord de l'Union de leur garçon et de sa patronne pour la raison que sa patronne est une chrétienne et décident de faire épouser une femme musulmane à Abdoul Madjid afin de respecter les règles islamiques. Dans cette histoire où la guerre des réligions, l'argent, le pouvoir, l'amour, la beauté, le traffic du drogue sont présents , Que feras Abdoul Madjid face à ces situations ?

Un soir d’hiver, deux âmes brisées se croisent sur le toit d’un immeuble. Gabriel, 37 ans, vient d’apprendre qu’il est stérile. Son dernier espoir vient de s'effondrer. Ses rêves de paternité, les sacrifices… tout était vain. Il est monté là-haut pour fuir le vacarme du monde, pour faire face à l’abîme. Élise, 19 ans, est montée sur ce même toit après avoir reçu un appel qui a fait basculer sa réalité : elle est enceinte. Mais elle est vierge. Aucun homme , oui , aucun contact , rien. Et pourtant, le test est formel. Son médecin parle d’un "miracle", mais pour elle, c’est une impossibilité crue, presque une trahison de son propre corps. Elle n’en peut plus. Elle veut comprendre ou disparaître. Dans cette nuit suspendue, ils se parlent. Ils ne se connaissent pas, et pourtant, un lien se tisse, fragile, intense. Une forme de tendresse entre deux solitudes. Ils ne partagent que des fragments de leur vérité, sans savoir que leurs destins sont déjà liés bien plus profondément qu’ils ne l’imaginent. Car ce que ni l’un ni l’autre ne sait encore, c’est que quelques semaines plus tôt, une erreur a été commise dans une clinique de fertilité. Le sperme de Gabriel, conservé malgré son diagnostic, a été utilisé par mégarde lors d’une insémination. Et l’enfant qu’attend Élise est le sien. Un drame inattendu, un secret inscrit dans la chair d’un futur innocent. Et quand la vérité éclatera, rien ne sera plus jamais comme avant.

Laura Philips a reçu une injection d'une substance qui la mettait mal à l'aise. La substance a fait effet et elle est attirée par un inconnu, notamment par son toucher sensuel. Elle a eu une aventure d'un soir avec cet inconnu, qui s'est avéré être Mark Hughes, le célèbre milliardaire, ce qui l'a entraînée dans une série d'événements inédits, auxquels elle ne s'attendait pas. De la vie de pauvre fille à la vie de milliardaire, elle doit choisir entre l'accepter définitivement dans sa vie ou être contrainte de vivre une vie misérable. Mais une seule décision a tout changé. Que se passe-t-il lorsqu'une aventure d'un soir bouleverse le cours de leur relation ? Découvrez…

The night of my first shift at eighteen, my two older brothers brought home a twelve-year-old orphaned Omega. My alpha brother seized the rare healing herb I'd spent all my savings on—herbs meant to ease my first transformation—and gave them to her instead. "You're strong enough," he growled. "You don't need such precious herbs." My beta brother snarled with fury, pointing toward the door. "Get out! Don't come back!" I said nothing more, just grabbed my packed bag and left. They assumed I was merely throwing a tantrum, that I'd return in a few days. My brothers, finally free of my presence, took the orphan girl on an international vacation to the Caribbean islands I'd always dreamed of visiting. Many days later, when they returned to the pack, they were shocked to discover I'd accepted an offer from the neighboring pack's Head Healer. The position required fifteen years of isolated herbal research. I could never return home. That night, they fell apart.

Separated by fate, haunted by the past– that's how they live. Until they met again; they built hatred, showed agony, betrayed friends, wanted to be loved, and learned how to sacrifice one's happiness. Remember those nights that I've been disturbing you, it's because I can't say what I need to say. Remember the time that I didn't disturb you; I'd been holding on so much, hoping that you'd be the one to call me first– and you did. Every time I hurt your feelings, I'm hurting too. I– I just don't know how to tell you the exact words, so I keep on annoying you. I'm sorry for all the troubles that I have caused– "I know," I said, and I hugged him. I can sense the same pain as what he is in my dream. Confessing is not bad. I'm just overwhelmed because I feel the same way. "I like you too, Alex. I don't know how, I don't know why but that's how I felt. I hate you harassing and annoying me but I missed it when you don't!" I smiled. Their fate is twisted.

I stared at the Vercetti marriage contract my father pushed across the table. Without hesitation, I wrote my half-sister’s name, Demi, and slid it back. My father froze. Then his eyes lit up with ridiculous excitement, like he’d just won the lottery. "How can you give such a perfect chance to your sister?" Last life, my marriage was a joke for everyone around me. I was the red-haired, untamed little witch who dared to climb into the orbit of Cassian Vercetti, heir and leader of the old-blood Vercetti crime family. I was never perfect nor obedient. He loved goddess gowns. I wore mini skirts and danced on tables. He demanded missionary, traditional, orderly intimacy. I wanted to climb on top, ride him, lose myself completely. At a gala, society wives laughing at my hair, my dress, my “wildness.” I thought he would at least pretend to defend me. He didn’t. “Forgive her. She’s not…properly trained.” Trained. Like a dog. I spent my entire last life suffocating under his rules, bending myself bloody to fit the shape he wanted, until the night our house caught fire. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I learned of the arranged marriage. I looked at the contract in front of me. This time? I think the nightclub boys suits me better. But the moment Cassian realized the bride wasn’t me, he shattered every rule he’d ever lived by.

My husband, Oliver Dawson, "forgot" everything in a car crash—and somehow fell for me all over again. After getting out of the hospital, he said he wanted to date me from scratch. Moved out, made it all romantic. People thought we were couple goals. I figured he just wanted that first-date spark back. Then I overheard him with his best friend. "The amnesia was a lie. I only moved out to take care of Katy. She's pregnant. Cecelia's never wanted kids. I'm not going childless." I glanced down at my barely-there bump and booked a hospital appointment. Then I found the memory-erasing pill Mom left me—and took it. Oliver had no clue I'd forget him in seven days. Completely.

After my older sister, Cecilia, and I hit adulthood, our parents dropped a bomb: one of us had to run the family business, the other had to marry into the Spencer family in Norwick City. Cecilia, blinded by greed, called dibs on the company without blinking. Problem was, she was all talk. Spent her days jet-setting and partying while the business tanked. Within a year, she'd burned it all to the ground. Me? I got the Spencer name and popped out two boys, locking in my spot as the rich wife. Cecilia couldn't handle it. Jealousy made her snap—she straight-up stabbed me at a family party. Next thing I knew, I was back on the day we had to choose. Cecilia didn't even pause. "I'll marry into the Spencer family. The business can go to Demi." I laughed. My poor, clueless sister—she had no idea she was walking straight into hell.

As I walk towards the man waiting for me at the alter, I had tears in my eyes. This was'nt the usual kind of tears of joy, it was a tears that comes with pains. Ever since my dream of becoming a plastic surgeon got crashed due to poor financies, I took up another dream to become a popular chef and get married to the man of my dreams, but here I was getting married to a man I know nothing about, he's not just an ordinary man, but a ruthless billionaire and a CEO to one of the biggest food companies in America. Not like I was being forced to get married to him, I willing accepted his proposal. Having a long time boyfriend who broke my heart to the deepest and also a younger sister who needs immediate surgery, I had no choice but to accept his proposal inorder to save my younger sister's life. I looked at my mom and sister and in their faces lies a lot of happiness. They'd think I'm getting married to the man I love, not knowing I'm getting married to my worst nightmare. Will I ever find happiness while living with him, that I couldn't tell, but I'm ready to dance to the beating of the music if is the only way I can be able to save my sister, who means so much to me....

Kadiatou est une orpheline de mère depuis la naissance elle a perdu son père à l'âge de 10ans maltraités par sa belle mère et violé par l'homme qu'elle croyais aimé et obligé de se prostituée par sa belle mère comment va t- elle sans sortie . suivez l'histoire de kadiatou sow