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Against fate : rebirth of the stubborn heiress

Summer Bellani had everything—wealth, power, beauty, and a love she believed unbreakable. As the cherished daughter of the Bellani family, she lived a golden life in Italy under the adoring gaze of her four influential brothers and a fiancé who once called her his world. But it all shattered the day her father returned with a secret daughter and placed her into their home like an honored guest. That daughter—Ciara—smiled sweetly, spoke gently, and stole everything. Betrayed, isolated, and slowly poisoned to death, Summer died with hate in her heart and blood on her lips. But fate gave her another chance. Now reborn to the time before her destruction, Summer is no longer the naive socialite people remember. With sharp instincts, a deadly calm, and the aid of Sham Sham—a mysterious system bound to her mother’s ancient artifact—Summer sets out not just to reclaim what was hers… but to ruin those who dared strip her of it. Armed with beauty, brains, and her newfound bond with the ruthless stock market and cutthroat business world, she weaves herself into entertainment scandals, backroom boardroom deals, and the darkest layers of power. What she doesn’t expect is him—the paranoid, emotionally-walled male lead who sees through lies but is haunted by his own demons. As their worlds collide in a slow-burning war of obsession and mistrust, Summer realizes that love may not be the weakness it once was... but a weapon. Betrayal was her past. Domination is her future.
Princess_ibrahim · 10.9K Views

TERMS OF HIS TEMPTATION

When Elena Rossi returns to New York, it’s not by choice—it’s to bury the man who raised her and confront the ruins of a family legacy tainted by scandal. Once the golden girl of Manhattan’s elite, Elena has spent years trying to escape the shadow of her father’s mysterious downfall. But when a sealed box of letters is unearthed in his study, her past demands answers. Each note reveals secrets her father tried to protect—secrets that could dismantle one of the city’s most powerful empires. Enter Damien Blackwell: enigmatic billionaire, ruthless investor, and the very man who helped orchestrate the Rossi family’s fall. For years, Damien has played the game from the top, wielding money and influence like weapons. But when he sees Elena again, he doesn’t see a pawn. He sees a threat. A temptation. And maybe—just maybe—a chance at redemption he never believed he deserved. Bound by vengeance and reluctant attraction, Elena and Damien strike a precarious alliance. Together, they dig into a conspiracy that stretches from boardrooms to backrooms, uncovering stolen funds, offshore secrets, and the dangerous truth behind “Project Halberd.” But trust comes at a price—and so does love. As enemies close in, the past claws its way back, and betrayal tests every fragile connection. In a world ruled by power and privilege, Elena must choose between protecting her heart or risking it all to take back her name. Terms of His Temptation is a seductive, emotionally charged billionaire romance that blends scandal, slow-burning passion, and a gripping corporate mystery. When legacy, love, and ambition collide, only one truth remains: desire doesn’t ask for permission.
Remi_Durotola · 7.3K Views

Beneath the Velvet Lie

Leona Vale's sole ambition is to kill the man who devastated her sister's life. When a strange scandal at Wolfhart Dynamics puts her younger sister Maya in the hospital and mute, Leona trades her own identity for a new one—Reyna Lancaster, a constructed tech heiress with a constructed history and just enough charm to get inside billionaire Cassian Wolfhart's inner circle. But Cassian is not the careless killer Leona anticipated. He is dangerously smart, obsessively secretive, and governed by a past as tormented as hers. When he proposes to hire her as his personal assistant—immersing her in his daily world, his trust, and his secrets—Leona is forced to tread a razor-thin line between truth and lies. The closer she draws to him, the more her beliefs start to unravel. As Leona negotiates high-society soirees, backroom boardrooms, and whispered betrayals, she uncovers a web of corruption much greater than Cassian. What starts as a mission for revenge becomes a war between duty and desire. Cassian might be concealing the truth from her… but maybe he's the one man who can save her from the lies she's created. Where power, secrets, and manipulation come with high stakes in a universe controlled by the same, Beneath the Velvet Lie explores what happens when the mask falls—and love takes root where betrayal was meant to. Will Leona trade justice for the truth? Or will the man she set out to destroy become the very one to save her from herself?
nathanielswrite · 4.4K Views

Tomatoes In May

“Aoi! Aoi!” Yunho says as he holds his son in his lap with excitement. The three old giggles as he claps his chubby hands together as he stands with his chubby legs on his father's lap looking at the huge flat-screen television. “You see momma!” Yunho says as he holds his son upon his lap as they are in the backroom of the stadium watching Jaejoong perform. Fumikomu ze akuseru Kake hiki wa nai sa sou da yo Yoru wo nukeru Nejikomu sa saigo ni Sashihiki zero sa, sou da yo Hibi wo kezuru Kokoro wo sotto hiraite Gyutto hiki yosetara Todoku yo kitto tsutau yo motto Saa Yunho grins at his son’s excitement and he then looks at the television and he closes his eyes for a bit as the grin never leaves his face. “Look at my pooch shine,” Yunho says under his breath as he removes Haru from his lap and sits the child next to him. Iki isoide shiboritotte Motsureru ashi dakedo mae yori Zutto sou, tooku e Ubaitotte tsukandatte Kimi ja nai nara Imi wa nai no sa Dakara motto... haruka kanata “Let’s go see momma backstage, Aoi,” Yunho says standing up and Aoi shakes his head with excitement and he jumps off the couch. Yunho puts on a pair of black sunglasses and he then grabs one of Aoi’s hands and leads him out of the backroom. They then start walking down an empty long hallway quietly as they make their way to the backstage area. Yunho walks with his eyes closed one hand holding Aoi’s and the other in his black fitted pants pocket. Yunho keeping his eyes closed hears another pair of steps other than his own and Aoi’s walking towards. Yunho slowly opens his eyes to see Changmin walking towards them with his lead guitar around his back and his hands stuffed into his pants pockets. Yunho smirks and he closes his eyes and continues to walk, and it was like time had stopped in slow motion as they passed each other. Changmin opened his eyes just a bit and he glanced at the child that Yunho is holding hands with.  A small frown graced itself upon Changmin’s face as he gazed at the child making Yunho smirk even further. Yunho then stops and Aoi looks at his father with confusion as to why they had stopped walking. Yunho then crouches down and he whispers something in Aoi’s ear and the child smiles as he runs ahead. Yunho then turned to fully look at Changmin and he slowly takes off his sunglasses to reveal his sharp hazel eyes. “Mhm, I see you recognized in knowing your place,” Yunho says under his breath making Changmin frown deep on his face. “You don’t love him- “Changmin starts but Yunho interrupts him. “And you do?” Yunho says with a light chuckle. “more like someone to please you the most,” Yunho says looking at Changmin with sharp eyes. “And like you didn’t do that as well. You don’t love Jaejoong you just want him around for your fucking ego…You only love yourself.” Changmin says with matching sharp eyes. Yunho shrugs his shoulders. “That’s funny because it sounds like you are describing yourself.” “You bastard,” Changmin says under his breath lowly. Yunho shrugs his shoulders again. “Call me what you want to cause in the end he came to me.” Says Yunho and with that he puts his sunglasses on and turns. “Ah, also you see whose's genes are the strongest,” Yunho says smirking as he knows he done hit a nerve in Changmin, and he starts walking away.
Onx · 9.3K Views

diary of the Backrooms

In the interstices of existence, where cosmic threads fray and dimensions converge, I, a weaver of improbable narratives, present to you a chronicle—a mortal flung into the Backroom, that dimly lit dimension where the remnants of shattered realities coalesce. Here, fragments of forgotten worlds gather like dust motes, and the air hums with the echoes of vanished civilizations. Level 0, they call it—an innocuous designation for a place that defies mortal comprehension. Imagine, if you will, a labyrinthine expanse of corridors, each stretching into infinity. The walls, a mélange of peeling wallpaper and faded paint, whisper secrets to those who listen. The floors—uneven, warped—yield underfoot, as if bearing the weight of countless footsteps across eons. Our mortal protagonist, nameless and bewildered, awakens here. His senses, attuned to the peculiarities of this realm, detect the faint scent of mildew and the distant drip of water. His diary, a fragile tether to sanity, lies open before him—a canvas for musings, observations, and the cryptic comments of otherworldly beings. The Backroom, you see, is no mere curiosity. It is a cosmic timepass—a diversion for entities like myself, who traverse the multiverse with idle curiosity. We fling mortals into its depths, like dice cast upon a celestial board. Some arrive willingly, seeking answers or escape; others stumble in, lost between dimensions. And so, our mortal scribe begins his entries: “I wake up in this strange place. The walls look weird, like they’re bending in impossible ways. Is this some kind of dream? I hear faint voices telling me to find a crimson door. But where is it, and what’s on the other side?” Dear reader, your role is pivotal. You, a transient consciousness, can shape his fate. Offer hints, cryptic riddles, or dire warnings—the ink of your comments seeps into his reality. Will you guide him toward salvation or plunge him deeper into the labyrinth’s heart? And thus, the tale unfolds—a dance of choices, a symphony of uncertainty. Mortal, immortal, and everything in between—we are but threads woven into existence’s grand tapestry. So, dear reader, what say you? Will you aid this lost soul or consign him to oblivion?
THEONEWHOSEEKSTRUE · 1.1K Views
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