Opposite Of Coincidentally

This is a story of rebirth.Two lovers born to be each other mate.Their love for each other is more than any bond can serve. Killed brutally in the hands of fate or more like killed by someone. Hundred years later they both born again.They are supposed to be soul enemies but fate has other games planed for them. They again meet but this time instead of love they have hatred in each others eyes .Though they are mates again in this life. They had seen visions of them together in past life but did not see each other's face clearly in it until they meet. They did not remember each other in this life. But the person who killed them did remember everything and will playing a huge role in their lives when the mates meet again. History will again repeat itself but this time ending is different.

Yvette Warren, personal secretary to billionaire Orson Cox, announced that the heiress who was accidentally switched at birth 20 years ago was living in this orphanage. Whoever could prove their identity would inherit a billion-dollar fortune. In my first life, the two-faced Laurel Marsh tricked me into giving her my keepsake to claim the family. The Coxes tore her mouth apart. "Fraud!" In my second life, my frenemy, Rebecca Vargas, tattooed a fake birthmark on herself to claim the family. The Coxes had her skin slashed to shreds. "Still a fraud!" In my third life, my sworn enemy, Vita Davidson, took out online loans to get plastic surgery, reshaping her face to resemble Orson's wife. She tried to claim the family and was thrown straight into a mastiff cage by the Coxes. By my fourth life, no one dared steal my identity anymore. They packed me up overnight and delivered me straight to the Cox residence. When the DNA test confirmed I really was the heiress, everyone thought the nightmare was finally over. But on my very first night back, the Coxes shoved me off a high-rise building. "Anyone who dares steal our real daughter's identity deserves to die!" When I opened my eyes again, Yvette was smiling as she asked who the heiress was. Everyone backed away in terror, insisting they weren't the heiress. Yvette's voice turned low and eerie. "But our investigation shows that the heiress is definitely in this orphanage."

❓ “What happens when the boy who lost everything becomes the target of desire… and danger?” 💔 “You think you’re worth anything without me?” 💔 “You’re nothing but a burden I regret keeping alive.” Arden was born an heir with love. But the night his parents died, his uncle stole everything—his wealth, his freedom, his dignity. Until one night, everything changed. His uncle planned to sell him to a wealthy old man. Arden ran. In his desperate escape, he saved the wrong man at the right time— Not the mafia himself… but the mafia’s best friend. That one mistake dragged him into a world of blood and shadows, which he was never meant to be. The mafia took him as punishment, thinking he was an enemy… But what started as hate quickly turned into dangerous obsession. Now Arden is caught in a lethal love triangle: 🔥 The mafia’s best friend, who loves him and will protect him at any cost. 🔥 The mafia, ruthless and possessive, who will stop at nothing to claim him. Both men want him and neither will let go. And in the shadows, a video threatens to ruin him if it ever surfaces. Will the boy who lost everything rise again?…💔💔 But only if the Heir of Pain survives the game.

Gimana jadinya kalau kamu kena serangan tidur mendadak? Enggak peduli tempat dan waktu, kamu tertidur di saat terancam! Inilah yang dialami Aika Bintang Callista. Ternyata, alerginya gak berlaku pada Levin Jordan, playboy yang berusaha mendekatinya. Bisakah Aika percayakan masa remajanya ke Levin?

Twenty-six, brilliant, and achingly untouched, PhD student Cassie walks into the city’s most exclusive sex club because of a bet against her virginity. She chooses him blindly: a cruel Dom who drags her to the hidden chambers, spreads her trembling thighs, and takes her virginity with slow, savage thrusts while she screams. She never sees his face. She buries the memory under ambition, until her mother’s death forces her back to her home. Her brother offers her an internship with his best friend, Reginald Walker; an introverted, lethal and impossibly controlled CEO. The man whose mere presence makes her wet and reckless. Cassie pushes until Reggie snaps, chains her on the wooden crucifix, spreads her legs and fucks her till she's speaking in tongues. Despite the fact that Reggie cannot do emotions, their secret affair turns raw and desperate: His hand is always fisted in her hair, his neck filled with hickeys that his shirt cannot hide. Their love and lust is so violent it terrifies them both. Then the devil returns. Lucien is the one who broke Cassie's virginity and he recognises her one night, when Cassie moans Reggie's name at the Forbidden. He wants a taste of her again and asks Reggie to share, as sometimes they shared subs. Reggie refuses. Lucien vows to get her. When Reggie's past is dug up and dirty secrets are revealed, the trust in the relationship is broken. Cassie runs to her brother with a broken heart. Reggie drowns in whiskey and self-loathing. On his knees in the rain,he begs for her forgiveness and love. She gives it, but nothing is the same again. They start over slowly, trying to rebuild what Lucien nearly destroyed. One careful kiss, one trembling “I love you,” one fragile heartbeat at a time.

One night was enough to change everything, to destroy everything. He took away my family, everything I love and for some reason he left me alive, why? It's so painful to live after... "One fateful night, Anaís' family was brutally murdered, shattering her world and leaving her with no memory of the events. Consumed by guilt for not remembering and the weight of being the sole survivor, Anas was admitted to Ashwood Psychiatric Hospital with a diagnosis of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). There, she met three mysterious boys who seemed to have her best interests at heart. However, as she got to know them, Anaís began to suspect that one of them might be the very person responsible for her family's tragic fate. Despite their different motives, they shared a common goal: to protect Anaís. But as she unraveled her feelings and suspicions, Anaís realized that the journey to uncover the truth was only just beginning.

Marona is an intelligent and hardworking girl, wishing for a loving life with her husband. But her husband's chaotic life kills him and now she is thrown in front of her husband's cruel brother for marriage. Mafia lord, Mikhail Delgado is Marona's nightmare, how will she survive when she is forced to marry him. Mikhail's only desire was to conquer Marona on whom he has finally got his hands. Will he be able to conquer her or will destroy her.

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.

"I'm sorry for what I'm about to tell you. I just don't want you to have any misconceptions about this marriage." "What do you mean?" "I don't like beating about the bush, so I will go straight to the point. I don't like you and don't want to get married to you. I had to consent because my mother requested this from me, and I just couldn't say no to her." "What are you now trying to say?" "You shouldn't have any expectations from me or from this marriage."

Warning - This story contains dark content (This story is based on pure fiction and imagination. In no condition this is meant to hurt anyone's political or religious views. This is just for the entertainment purpose.) The story belongs to... Damon Delgado who is a mafia lord who is as feared as death, he never hurts women though, but what happens suddenly is that he forces a widow woman to marry him. Was he in love? No! He was in hate and the marriage is Punishment for her. What did the poor woman do to him to deserve that? Mira Thakur, the hot headed and short tempered girl. How is she going to handle the torture of her mafia husband? When the two different worlds collide, the darkness blazes. If Damon is ice then Mira is a fire!