Life Is Pain Princess

We often anticipate the struggles for survival later in life. But for Iyunade, a nineteen-year old sophomore at the University of Ibadan, life's struggles pre-empts her growth as her struggles suddenly snowballs into her fending for her family even if it requires stepping off bounds.Fate, they say, works in mysterious ways! Along comes Olatunde, the gobsmacking, gorgeous twenty-two year old multimillionaire law student at the University of Ibadan who is beset with issues with his family. At first, Iyunade & Olatunde are oblivious of each others' presence but when their paths keep crossing, circumstamces set the ball rolling as they are left with no choice than to acknowledge each other.What happens when Tunde finds out Iyunade is a sex trader? Will Iyunade be able of turning a blind eye to Tunde's haunting past?Find out how these revealing secrets pan out as the journey of two grown ups from different worlds battle love and the trials of life...

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her finger while peeling a fruit.

My boyfriend was a therapist. On the day I got diagnosed with ALS, he was busy celebrating his friend's birthday. He said, "Sophie's got depression. Without me, she could break down, hurt herself, or do worse things." To look after her, he broke up with me and moved into her place. I blocked him on everything, agreeing we'd go our separate ways. Strangely, he lost his nuts when he found out I was dying.

The maid's daughter, who grew up in my home, had the nerve to act like an heiress. On her birthday, she invited every kid from school for a full-on rager at my family's villa. When I suggested they take it to a hotel, she lost it. "You don't get to tell me what to do! My friends can party wherever they want!" She added, "The ten-layer cake my parents ordered for me is on the way. Why don't you park yourself by the door and wait for it, huh?" Her crew circled up, laughing and pointing at me. But I'd lived through this before. Nothing about her little act rattled me. I turned to the butler and told him to lock the gate. Then, I went to Rambo's cage. "Hey, buddy," I said, opening it up. "See those trespassers?" I pointed at the crowd. "I'm counting to three. If they're still here, don't let a single one get away."

There's an earthquake. I'm trapped underneath the debris with another young woman. "This woman's chest has been pierced by a steel bar. We have to save her immediately." The rescuers start to approach me when my husband, Quintus Ford, suddenly darts in the other direction. "She's pregnant! Save her first!" I look at him to see him staring at the other young woman in panic. He doesn't know I'm pregnant, too. The doctor who's trying to stop my bleeding shouts, "I can't stop her bleeding! I suspect she has a blood clotting disorder!" I force myself to nod and look at Quintus desperately. However, he says, "I'm her husband. I'll bear the responsibility if anything goes wrong."

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”

Strength is everything in our world. I was born without it. My name is Maeve Nightwhisper—the royal family’s shame. I can’t shift. I don’t heal like a true Alpha. I was never meant to rule. That future belonged to my twin brother, Reeve. Until he was poisoned the night before enrolling at Lycan Spirit Academy. If the academy discovers the heir is dead, our uncle Garson claims the throne by dawn. So I bury my brother and become him. I cut my hair, bind my chest, suppress my scent, and enter the all-male academy under Reeve’s name. One injury that heals too slowly, one slip in the communal showers, one crack in my control, and I’m exposed. The academy is a battlefield disguised as a school. Ranking matches are merciless. Alphas dominate or get crushed. I can’t overpower them, so I awaken the Forbidden Arts—an outlawed technique once practiced only by women of my bloodline. They call me weak. Until I start winning. Now Alaric, the Academy’s Sword Bearer, watches me like prey. Dorian, the potions prodigy, looks at me like a secret he’s desperate to uncover. Then the Mate Bond snaps. If they discover I’m Maeve... The throne won’t be the only thing I lose.

On the day of our wedding, my fiance Thomas Warsh was killed in a car accident on the way there. His adopted sister rushed toward me, clutching his ashes, accusing me of being a jinx who brought him misfortune. I was drowning in grief when a line of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. [You must remain a widow for three years for your deceased husband. After three years, he will be reincarnated and return to love you again!] [Don’t ever remarry. Otherwise, the male lead will never rest in peace, and you will suffer for the rest of your life!] That was when I learned that my fiancé and I were the hero and heroine of a novel. Only by following the spoilers in the comments and completing the storyline could I reunite with him. I did not remarry. Guided by the comments, I remained a widow for three years, and then another three. However, it was not until I suddenly died from a severe illness that I discovered the truth–the comments had all been written by Thomas. He had faked his death, changed his appearance, married his adopted sister, and fed me endless empty promises so I would continue to slave away for the Warsh family. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before the wedding.

Alena Rossi walked in on her fiance Rayden sleeping with his secretary Stephanie in the house they shared. The chaos around her that unravelled for Rayden was beyond her reach and she hadn't cared enough to stick around and watch the fireworks. Returning to her homeland had given her unexpected surprises that she hadn't anticipated. Devon Tyler is the youngest mogul who took the real estate world by storm and was building an empire for his future. He had dominated a lot in the last five years that made him more elusive until he came face to face with his oldest friend's youngest sister Alena. The young girl who grew up next door to him until he was twenty one. The same little girl that didn't like him one bit as a child and detested his very existence like he was a peasant to her. Came face to face with the adult version, the stunning beauty who still refused to acknowledge him. So he made it his mission to charge at her with everything he has and too see if she dared continue to ignore the untouchable billionaire who refuses to be ignored. The little girl he watched from afar was now within distance and he was up for the challenge as he stared at her silently.

In front of the orphanage gates, Rebecca Schwartz, the impoverished student I had been sponsoring, stood glaring at me with a face full of disdain. "If you don't let Freddie come along, I'm not going to your house either," she declared, her tone sharp and unyielding. In the past, blinded by love and hopelessly infatuated, I would have caved to her demands, humbling myself just to keep the peace. But things were different now—I had been reborn. Staring at this despicable pair, who had once caused my tragic demise, a tidal wave of fury surged within me. Yet, it settled into nothing more than a faint, icy smile on my lips. "Then stay here," I said, my voice cold and steady. "Rot in this place alongside your precious Freddie. After all, trash like you belong in the garbage heap."