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Parce que la fille de son premier amour avait été enfermée dans la voiture et avait succombé à un coup de chaleur, mon père, dans un accès de rage irrationnelle, m’a attachée et enfermée dans le coffre de la voiture. Ses yeux, dénués de toute pitié, se sont posés sur moi avec un dégoût palpable. « Je n’ai pas de fille aussi vile que toi », m’a-t-il lancé, « reste ici et paie le prix de ta faute ! » Je l’ai supplié de me pardonner, ma seule requête étant de pouvoir respirer l’air frais à nouveau. Mais sa réponse était aussi glaciale que l’acier : « Personne ne peut la laisser sortir à moins qu’elle ne soit morte. » La voiture, garée dans l’obscurité du garage, offrait un silence lourd. Pendant des heures, puis des jours, mes appels désespérés se perdaient dans l’indifférence totale du monde extérieur, ne pouvant pas percer l’épaisse solitude de cet endroit. Le temps s’est étiré dans une lente torture, et ce n’est qu’au septième jour que mon père, enfin, s’est souvenu que, malgré tout, j’étais sa fille. Mais il ignorait alors que j’étais déjà morte, engloutie par l’obscurité de ce coffre, mon âme éteinte à jamais...

I was going to tell my husband I was finally pregnant. Instead, I found police at my door, arresting me for his murder. Someone faked Chris's death and framed me with a man I've never met: Von Castellano, whose wife conveniently provided evidence against us both. The proof is flawless. The conspiracy is airtight. And I'm thrown into a men's prison where I lose everything, including my baby. But Chris isn't dead. He's alive, living in paradise with my high school rival and my company's fortune, after poisoning me for years to ensure I'd never have his child. Von isn't just any man. He's the secret son of a mafia king, and he's ready to reclaim the throne he abandoned. Now we're married. Not for love but for survival. For revenge. For power. They destroyed us once. Together, we'll become the nightmare they never saw coming. Because I don't forgive. And I never forget.

What would you do if you lived the life as Clover Thompson ? Nerd during the school day and Lucky, the supermodel after school hours. Clover has been a model since she was two years old, but her career really took off at age 15 when she started modeling for larger companies. At age eighteen, Clover has become the number one model in the world. But there's a catch to her high life, no one in school know's she's a model except her family, her best friend, Tori, and school officials. No one would suspect her secret when she wears: fake glasses, a wig, and some stage makeup pieces. To the world, she's known as Victoria Secret Angel, Lucky, to her school classmates, she's known as Clover Thompson. But as everyone knows, a perfect life can't last forever. So what happens when Clover's fourth and final year of high school she gets assigned to work on a project with the notorious player of the school, Andrew Carter? Questions can't help but arise, will he find out her secret? Will they be forced to spend more time together? Will her double life become too much to become hidden? Come and find out in, I'm a Model That's Undercover As The School's Nerd.

Allan e Bella: dois mundos completamente opostos. O caminho dos jovens se cruzam, nascendo um sentimento capaz de romper barreiras. É quando Allan terá a difícil missão: escolher entre o amor ou a vida em que já se acostumou a ter. Como fazer essa decisão?Indecisão: uma simples palavra capaz de corromper a alma. E o remédio, qual seria? Amor: palavra tão curta, sem sentido, sem razão; não é preciso procurar palavras para explicar... simplesmente sentir e fazer com que este sentimento tente esquecer o passado.Para Allan, a bela Isabella era a chance de uma nova vida. A oportunidade para se tornar um novo homem, pois se o seu futuro fosse lindo como os olhos dela, abriria mão de qualquer coisa para estar ao seu lado. Não importando o preço... pois de que importarão as cicatrizes se forem todas em nome do amor?#completed

On the night Aria Valery was supposed to celebrate her engagement, she walked in on the man she thought was her fated mate buried inside another woman. Her best friend. Shattered, humiliated, and drunk on heartbreak, she stumbled into the path of Damian Storm, billionaire tycoon, ruthless Lycan chief, and the most dangerous playboy in the supernatural world. He was everything her mate wasn’t. Older. Colder. Sinfully irresistible. The kind of man who never touched the same woman twice… until her. What began as one night of reckless revenge spiraled into an obsession neither of them could escape. But Damian Storm doesn’t just break rules, he rewrites them. And being desired by him comes with a price. Her family is marked by the Council. Her father has been dragged away by Gammas. Her cheating mate refuses to release their bond. And Damian? He’s a man who swore never to love again, yet can’t stop claiming her like she was always meant to be his. Between betrayal, forbidden lust, and a prophecy that could tear the Lycan race apart, Aria must choose: walk away from the most dangerous man alive… or risk burning with him. Because once Damian Storm has tasted you, he doesn’t let go. Not even fate can save you. But now, her cheating fated mate who hates her, won't still let her go as well.

Trois jours avant ma cérémonie de marquage, quelqu’un a incendié la boutique nuptiale alors que j'étais en train d’essayer ma robe. Alpha Marcus a jeté l'incendiaire en prison, le condamnant à la peine la plus sévère autorisée par nos lois. Allongée sur mon lit d’hôpital, le corps couvert de brûlures au troisième degré, je refusais d’ouvrir complètement les yeux, incapable d’accepter l’horreur de ma défiguration. Dans un état semi-conscient, j’ai entendu Marcus parler avec la guérisseuse de la meute. « Alpha, nous pouvons encore la guérir complètement avec la magie ancienne. Si nous attendons plus longtemps, Sarah gardera ces cicatrices à vie ! Vous voulez juste que Mademoiselle Rachel devienne votre Luna lors de la cérémonie. C'est d’une cruauté inqualifiable ! » « Laisse-lui ces cicatrices. Je prendrai soin d’elle jusqu’à la fin de ses jours, mais si elle guérit, elle viendra semer le trouble à la cérémonie. » « J’ai promis à Rachel que son enfant serait accueilli dans la meute avec tous les honneurs. Tant que Sarah sera complètement défigurée, elle sera assez reconnaissante pour élever l’enfant de Rachel comme le sien. Ces cicatrices sont nécessaires — au moins ainsi, elle n’osera jamais maltraiter le petit. » Dans un coin de la chambre, hors de leur regard, une larme a coulé sur ma joue brûlée. Alors, c’était ça, la vérité. La cérémonie dont j’avais tant rêvé n’était qu’un mensonge. Le lien d’âme que j’espérais tant était en réalité ma condamnation à mort. Si c’était ainsi, alors je lui donnerais exactement ce qu’il voulait.

Os dois irmãos com quem eu ia me casar... Se apaixonaram pela filha adotiva da minha família. Para agradá-la, me enganaram para raspar a cabeça e me trancaram sozinha numa estação de esqui por uma noite inteira. Por causa do pedido dos meus pais, eu suportei tudo em silêncio. Mas naquele dia, quando a filha adotiva cortou o dedo ao fatiar frutas, eles me obrigaram a doar 2000ml de sangue no hospital. Chorando, supliquei que parassem. Eles apenas disseram que aquilo era o castigo por eu maltratar a princesinha deles. Foi ali que meu coração morreu de vez. Virei as costas... E entrei no carro do irmão mais velho deles. Os dois, que viviam dizendo que queriam romper o noivado, apareceram no meu casamento... Chorando de arrependimento.

Eu deliberadamente fazia algo diante do ursinho de pelúcia na cama. Porque eu sabia que dentro dos olhos do ursinho, um homem me observava. Ele havia invadido minha casa, deitado na cama onde eu dormia e até deixado seus vestígios nas roupas que eu trocava. Eu fingi estar assustada, me escondendo num canto e tremendo. Ele não sabia. Eu realmente o esperava há muito, muito tempo.

Après l'accident, j'ai délibérément fait semblant d'être amnésique pour taquiner mon mari et mon fils. « Qui êtes-vous ? » Les yeux de mon fils ont brillé d'un soupçon d'amusement et il a entraîné la femme qui se tenait à l'extérieur de la salle. Il m'a dit : « Tata, mes parents et moi sommes ici pour te rendre visite. » À côté, mon mari n'a rien dit, acquiesçant à l'appellation de mon fils.

Flinn was never meant to fall for her. The plan was simple: a fake engagement to help him seal a billion-dollar deal and protect Rosemary from the dangerous ex who won't let her breathe. She's his best friend's baby sister. Off-limits. A single mom with fire in her veins and walls around her heart. But from the moment she walks back into his life, everything changes. One kiss turns into a night. One lie turns into longing. And one fake ring sparks something real-raw, messy, and so damn forbidden. Flinn is a billionaire with a bad rep and a closet full of secrets. Rosemary is a survivor, too strong to beg, too broken to trust. But their chemistry? It's explosive. Now lines are blurred. Rules are shattered. Hearts are on the line. And when the truth comes out... it just might burn everything down. Enemies-to-lovers. Fake fiancés. Real heat. One brutal truth: nothing about this was ever pretend.