The Last Ronin The Lost Years

Her life is a mess. Her father died from a car accident and her mother went away with another man. She was left in her exploitative and abusive relatives, her aunt and cousin. She is very poor and carries the world. They looked at her like a rag not until she was rescued by the forty-five years old Zillionaire. But little did she know, a rollercoaster twist of a life is waiting for her after she was rescued.

"You're mine Ariella Vandenberg" his hand firmly wraps around her slender waist, pulling her closer to him. "Jay...I..I hate you... so much" he smirked and without permission, smashed his cold lips unto hers, enveloping in a passionate kiss. "We Both know that's a lie..". * *. * * Following a painful breakup with her fiancé, Arielle Vandenberg finds sanctuary in a darkly lit club, her thoughts clouded by sadness. But when she crosses paths with Jay Sinclair, a dangerously charming billionaire, her night takes an unexpected turn. Jay Sinclair is the last man Arielle shouldn't be engaged with, given his vicious reputation and untouchable status. But, when a controversy threatens Arielle's future, Jay makes her an attractive proposal: a contract marriage to solve both of their issues. The rules are simple: no strings, no love, just business. But when she starts to unwind, she finds out the awful truth: Jay has been using her from the start. Their terrible encounter at the bar wasn't a coincidence; rather, a deliberate plot to wreak revenge on her family's betrayal done years back, which she knows nothing of. However, with her heart now on the line, she must decide between walking away from the only person who can save her and her family and trusting the guy who fooled her. will Arielle find out even more devastating details about the guy she thought she knew, or will love be able to endure betrayal?.

For five years, Lena Whitmore had lived with a broken heart. The love of her life, Kian davenport, had vanished without a trace, leaving with a rumor of being drowned by his competitors. His name, once etched in gold across SimsVille’s skyline, now vanished, as though he wasn't the richest man in Simsville. But Lena never believed he was truly gone. Lena was shocked by the appearance of a stranger, who appears at a high-profile gala, as she believes the strange individual was Kian with forgotten memories, before engaging in series of adventures. Kian returns, changed with no memory of Lena or their love. As she uncovers the truth behind his disappearance, danger looms. Will love prevail, or would the past consume them?

"I am your husband, Leah! We're still married, and we love each other!" cried Jerome as he glared at her. "He lied to you, and you know it! You have been separated since more than a year ago!" said Adrian, his jaw tightening and his fists clenching tightly. Leah stood between the two with a throbbing pain in her head. If that damn memory had appeared soon, it wouldn't have been like that! Three months ago, Leah woke up from her long coma and found that her life had completely changed. The doctor said she had lost some of her memory, so she had no idea what had happened in the past five years of her life. Suddenly, a young billionaire named Jerome introduced himself as her husband, and when she started to believe that fact, a mysterious man named Adrian showed up and broke everything by telling her that she was being manipulated by her own husband.

“If… if you take her, I promise never to get involved. Raise her as your own, Sancho, and I promise you’ll never hear from me again. You can have the family you’ve always wanted. You, the baby… and your future wife.” Sancho Herrera’s life turned upside-down when he heard those words from his ex-girlfriend, Clementine Sinclair. She broke up with him, she disappeared, and now, all of a sudden, she’s back, only to leave again. On top of everything, she intends to leave the child Sancho didn’t know existed. She’s ambitious, she’s ruthless, and she’s selfish. Five years later, their path keeps crossing again. There’s no reason why they should speak to each other again. Sancho is married, and Clementine finally gets her fame. Despite it all, they found themselves being drawn to each other. They might end up ruining each other life Hate, lust, anger, or love… He doesn’t really know the answer.

Heidi Sanson is the type of woman who preserves herself to the man she’ll marry. Not until her cousin, Shamcey, brings her to the club to have some fun just to forget her problems for a while. But too much fun can lead into different kinds of enjoyment… or more so, problems. Heidi had a blackout after drinking the blue cocktail that the waiter gave her that night. The next day, she found herself in a hotel room, sleeping alone in a huge fluffy bed without wearing anything on her body—she was literally naked! There, she remembered some blurred scenarios of that night. Someone pulled her inside the VIP room. Instead of stopping him from kissing her, she’s too completely drunk to go against his sensual urge. She just found herself responding to the kiss of that stranger. That night was a mistake that she will definitely use as a lesson learned. But… What if that night is only the beginning of everything? What happens when she begins an entirely fresh career path to face the challenge that she walked away after that night? What happens if the new acquaintances who got into her life helped her to unravel memories that were long forgotten? Can she connect the dots to discover the hidden truth of her life?

Malia Ray Smith, the heiress to the country's largest chocolate manufacturer, thought she had it all wealth, power, and the love of her father. But her husband Maynard Salvador cheats on her leaving Malia feeling worthless and insecure Just when Malia thought things couldn't get any worse, Larson Reynold enters her life and sweeps her off her feet and Malia believes she has found her true love. But as she falls deeper, she uncovers a web of lies and deception, and realizes she's been nothing but a pawn in Larson's dangerous game. Malia must navigate a world of betrayal, corruption, and evil plotting, all while finding the strength to stand up for herself and fight for the love and happiness she truly deserves.

You’re my wife. You’re supposed to be mine.” But Damian Blackwood doesn’t remember Elena Rivers-not the woman he married, not the life they shared. After a devastating accident, the ruthless billionaire wakes with no memory of their marriage or the secrets that bind them. Elena is left fighting for her family’s survival, a fragile love, and the truth hidden in Damian’s forgotten past. “Why should I trust you… when I don’t even know who you are?” Damian’s voice is cold, but beneath it lies a flicker of something lost. In a world where power and betrayal collide, can Elena reclaim the man who has forgotten her? Or will their shattered past destroy them both before a second chance can begin? The Billionaire’s Lost Memory - a gripping tale of love, loss, and redemption.

Five years had gone by since my death. The cops called my mom and told her they got news about me. My mother and brother marched to my grandmother's home and kicked her door down. "Where's Charlie? That shameless woman has been hiding from us far too long. Her brother needs her cornea, and she's giving it to him!" "Charlie's dead," said my grandmother, sobbing. My mother sneered. "As if. The cops called us. They said they had her news. Hand her over or get out of the house, you hag." My grandmother looked at her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. With trembling hands, she took my photo out. "I wonder if you've ever regretted saving your brother, Charlie."

The night I confessed my love to my girlfriend, she wept so hard she could barely breathe. She said she had seen the future, and she wanted to make a promise with me. I asked her why. She only shook her head and said, "I don't remember… all I know is that in the future I regret something terribly. Frank, no matter what happens, you must give me three chances. Will you?" I was deeply in love with Agnes Grey, so I agreed without hesitation. But later, it was as if she had forgotten all about that night—forgotten it when she clung so intimately to her male assistant. Only then did I understand why she'd made me promise that all those years ago. Because the moment I signed my name on the divorce papers, I heard a familiar voice. It was Agnes at nineteen. Through her sobs, she pleaded, "Frank… you promised me, didn't you? You said you'd give me three chances."