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A dark-age gap-mafia romance about a little girl who finds herself keeping a 10-year promise to a shadow but will it be worth it? She's never seen his face. Will she still love him once she finds out who he really is...but one thing still lingers on her mind Is he real? If so why hasn't he tried to find her

Traec is a living proof of his mother’s infidelity that’s why he hated his life and promised himself that his heart will never beat for anyone. He became ruthless to every woman who tried to conquer his heart. Not until he met Maddison, she took the risk despite of the gossips she knew about Traec. Will love be enough to tame his stoned heart?

All my life, I've only wanted one thing. LOVE. Why, you might ask? It is because love is like honey and poison stirred together, love is like heaven and hell all rolled into one. LOVE. It is also the one thing that killed my father, drove my sister to insanity and lead me into the arms of the Mafia King. My name is Lily, and this is my story.

"What!" Ethan says in his all too familiar deep rude voice. "You hit me, which caused my coffee to spill all over me," I say, pointing out the obvious. "So, what do you want me to do about it," He speaks like he has done nothing wrong "You are supposed to say sorry," I say in a duh tone "And why should I." "Because that is what people with manners do." "I know that, but you don't deserve sorry from me." "Wow, really, and why is that." "Because black bitches like you don't deserve it." "I have told you times without number to stop calling me that," I say getting angry with his insults "Make me," Ethan says, taking a dangerous step closer to me. I don't say anything, but hiss and walk past him. I don't know why I even expected him to say anything better. It is Ethan, after all. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a story about two people who knew how to express the word hate more than anything else to one another. Ethan hates Adina more than anything in the world and would give anything to see her perish into thin air. While on the other hand Adina could careless about Ethan other than the fact that she won't let him walk all over her with his arrogant character. What happens when a big incident changes all that. How do these two different people deal with a feeling that is supposed to be forbidden to feel for the each other. Read to find out how the person you hate the most is the one person you can love the most.

“You mean nothing to me,” Andrew declared, his voice icy and final. My heart shattered with every word he uttered. My vision blurred with tears as our beautiful memories flooded my mind. We were in love, we were inseparable. So how did I become nothing to my husband? “Why…why would you say that?” I whispered, my lips trembling from the weight of disbelief. “You shameless cheat! I was bedridden, and you seized the chance to be with another man!” He snapped, his hand tightening around Anna's waist. My eyes darted to Anna, my best friend, “What did you tell him?” I asked, hoping this was all some misunderstanding. She smirked, “The truth.” “You were supposed to help me take care of him. I was going to tell him how I got the money for his treatment. Why would you lie?” I questioned as the feeling of betrayal stung. “Oh please,” she scoffed. “You expect him to believe someone paid you three hundred thousand dollars just to pretend to be their wife? You slept with him, Georgia. That’s cheating.” I staggered back, clutching my head as her words echoed through my mind like chaotic music on repeat. My mouth opened but no words came out. How do you explain a contract marriage to save your dying husband? I sobbed softly as the feeling of betrayal burned the shattered pieces of my heart. It stung deeper than I imagined possible. This wasn't from a stranger. It was from the two people I loved the most. Now, I've got nothing left to lose. And I'll make sure I get revenge for this. No one will be spared!

– Sra. Moura, após uma análise minuciosa, constatamos que há irregularidades na sua certidão de casamento. O selo está falsificado. A frase dita de maneira leve pelo funcionário deixou Olívia Moura, que viera solicitar uma nova via da certidão, totalmente atônita. – Impossível. Eu e meu marido, Lionel Guedes, nos casamos oficialmente há cinco anos. Por favor, verifique novamente... O funcionário fez nova consulta. – O sistema indica que Lionel Guedes está casado, mas você, de fato, consta como solteira. A voz de Olívia tremia quando perguntou: – Quem é a esposa legal de Lionel? – Mirella Soares. Olívia segurou firmemente nas costas da cadeira, esforçando-se para se manter em pé. A certidão de casamento foi entregue a ela, e Olívia sentiu que aquilo quase a cegava. Se no início Olívia suspeitara de um erro do sistema, ao ouvir o nome de Mirella... Todas as ilusões ruíram naquele instante. O casamento grandioso de cinco anos atrás, os cinco anos de relacionamento exemplar e intenso, o matrimônio do qual tanto se orgulhara — tudo era falso. Com a certidão falsa, sem validade jurídica, Olívia voltou para casa devastada. Estava prestes a abrir a porta quando ouviu vozes lá dentro. Era o advogado da família Guedes: – Sr. Guedes, já se passaram cinco anos. O senhor não pretende conceder à sua esposa o reconhecimento legal? Olívia parou, prendendo a respiração. Depois de um longo silêncio, a voz grave de Lionel ecoou: – Espere um pouco mais. Mirella ainda está batalhando no exterior. Sem o título de Sra. Guedes, como ela se manteria no competitivo mundo dos negócios? O advogado da família advertiu: – Seu casamento com sua esposa é apenas de fachada. Se ela mudar de ideia, pode ir embora a qualquer momento.

Antes de completar dezoito anos, eu era a adorada princesa da família Moretti. Tudo mudou no meu décimo oitavo aniversário, quando meu pai trouxe para casa uma garota órfã chamada Carina. — Ela precisa de um lar. — Disse meu pai. — Você cuidará dela, como uma irmã. A partir daquele momento, nada foi igual. Meu irmão, que antes me adorava, tornou-se frio e distante. E meu noivo... o amor dele por mim parecia se reduzir pela metade da noite para o dia. A família elogiava Carina por ser dócil e obediente, chamando-a de uma filha muito melhor do que eu, sua própria carne e sangue. Depois de muito ser deixada de lado por Carina, finalmente desabei e segurei a manga do meu pai. — O sangue não significa nada? — Perguntei. A fúria do meu pai se acendeu. Ele abrigou Carina em lágrimas atrás dele, e diante de toda a família, deu-me um tapa no rosto. — Seu desperdício egoísta. Eu devia nunca ter tido você. — Você traz vergonha a esta família. — A voz do meu irmão Marco soou fria como uma lâmina. — Saia. E meu noivo, Vincent, olhou para mim com desapontamento: — Se ao menos eu estivesse noivo da Carina desde o início. Eles achavam que eu me curvaria aos pés deles, como sempre fizera. Mas não disse uma palavra; apenas fui até o cofre da família, retirei os documentos oficiais e risquei meu nome com um único traço. Tirei o anel de noivado do dedo e o coloquei sobre a mesa. Dei a Carina tudo aquilo que eles achavam que eu não merecia. Afinal, eu tinha apenas mais vinte e quatro horas de vida. Mas eles não faziam ideia, naquele momento, de que — em meio às ruínas da família Moretti — um dia se ajoelhariam na chuva implorando pelo meu retorno.

After waking up one day to discover I was coughing up flowers, everyone started giving me strange looks. It continued until my sworn enemy cornered me against a wall. His expression darkened as he chuckled softly and asked, "Oh, baby, have you been going out like this every day? Why don't you try mine instead?"

He aimed for a better life, but slumped into ruins. His life could have been filled with light, but he instead plunged into darkness. Tears and snort was how he lived his life but why was his heart beating so fast? "I think I fell in love..." Brewster cried out. But would his love ever be reciprocated? He had no idea if he was worth it.

An amazing soul, trained intelligent speaker is stuck in a relationship that is eating her up yet she refuses to leave. Why? The memories of how the love journey started and perhaps coinciding with the time she lost her mother made it impossible for her to quit …and she couldn’t help but be more obsessed to making the relationship end up in marriage. Love turns to passion; passion turns to obsession and the epic just begun.