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A Lifetime Of Chances

Falling for the billionaire's deal: The Deal of a Lifetime

It had been a rainy night. Ayla was only six months old, her small body burning with fever. She had been shivering all day, her tiny fists curling against my chest as she whimpered. The fever medication hadn’t worked. The wet towel treatments barely made a difference. And then, as night fell, her cries weakened, and her small frame went limp in my arms. Panic clawed at my chest. My baby was unconscious. I dialed Sebastian again—my fingers trembling so badly that I nearly dropped my phone. Call after call, I tried reaching him. No answer. He was working as a resident at Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals, but it was over an hour away. I had no choice but to rush Ayla to the nearest local hospital. The doctors did their best. I could see it in their tired eyes as they worked tirelessly to stabilize her. Machines beeped. Oxygen masks. Needles. My heart felt like it would stop at any second. “She needs to be transferred,” one of the doctors told me, his voice grim. “We’ve managed to stabilize her vitals for now, but she requires specialized care. Take her to Aetos immediately.” The next thing I knew, we were inside an ambulance. The sirens blared, cutting through the stormy night. Every second felt like an eternity. I held Ayla close, whispering desperate prayers against her damp curls. “Hold on, baby… Please, hold on.” The paramedic beside me checked her vitals repeatedly, his face tense. “We’re almost there,” he assured me. But my heart wouldn’t stop racing. I kept my eyes fixed on her tiny chest, watching for every faint rise and fall. Then, finally, the ambulance screeched to a halt in front of Aetos Multi-Specialty Hospitals. The emergency team was already waiting. They took her from my arms, rushing inside with urgency. I need money. That was the first thought that struck me. I had just started my career in real estate. I barely had a hundred dollars to my name. And the insurance? It wouldn’t cover everything. Ten thousand dollars. That was the estimated cost they gave me. I called Sebastian again. And again. And again. No answer. Desperation overtook me. I had no other choice. My parents weren’t in Eldoria—they lived in another state, a three-hour flight away. But I called them anyway, my voice breaking as I explained the situation. “We’re coming, sweetheart,” my mother said, panic laced in her voice. “Stay strong. We’ll be there soon.” My tears had dried up. My hands were numb from clutching my phone. But the pit in my stomach only grew deeper. I needed to charge my phone, so I stepped outside the PICU, searching for an outlet near the reception. That’s when I saw him. Sebastian. Standing in the dimly lit hospital corridor, his arms wrapped around a crying woman. His lips brushed against her forehead, whispering soft reassurances. My mind went blank. The world around me blurred. Then—darkness. Once, Aurora Adkins was a joyful, simple woman who believed in love. But love betrayed her. Left with nothing but heartbreak and a six months old daughter, Ayla, she clawed her way up from the ruins of her past. Now, she’s a real estate mogul, a self-made powerhouse with a heart of stone. Until she collides with him. Theron Drakos—ruthless, elusive, and heir to the Drakos Corporation. He’s built his empire in the shadows, and now, he’s ready to claim Eldoria. There’s just one problem, Aurora stands in his way. From the moment they meet, it’s war. Deals turn into duels. Boardrooms become battlegrounds. Two unstoppable forces, neither willing to bend. But beneath the sharp words and sharper gazes, something else smolders. Pride says they should walk away. Ego demands they win. But fate? It has other plans.
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Rosabelle Dumbledore and the Magic of Second Chances

written by help of ChatGPT Albus Dumbledore was her father, or rather, he had adopted her when she was just an infant. She never questioned how she came into his care—until the memories of another life surfaced. She remembered being someone else. A girl from another world, a world where Harry Potter was merely a book series. She had died young, and when given a second chance, she had been granted three wishes. She had wished for magic, the ability to shape her own destiny, and a loving family. The universe, it seemed, had a sense of humor. Rosabelle was a Metamorphmagus, gifted with the ability to change her appearance at will. It was a rare and powerful magic, one that set her apart even in the wizarding world. But more importantly, she was Albus Dumbledore's daughter, raised in the hallowed halls of Hogwarts and beloved by the greatest wizard of the age. Growing up in the castle had been a dream, but she quickly realized that being a Dumbledore came with its own expectations. While Albus loved her dearly, he was often busy, leaving her in the care of Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. She learned magic swiftly, surpassing her peers with natural talent and a sharp intellect. Her Metamorphmagus abilities were a secret she guarded closely, using them only when necessary. When she was old enough to understand the world around her, she realized something chilling—she was living in the story of Harry Potter. A world she once read about was now her reality, and she knew what was coming. The rise of Voldemort, the trials Harry would endure, and the pain her father would suffer. She decided then and there that she would change fate. She would not allow things to unfold as they had before. As the years passed, Rosabelle kept a close eye on the events around her. She befriended Severus Snape when she was just a child, seeing the broken, lonely boy beneath the cold exterior. She tried to guide him toward a different path, hoping he would not make the same tragic mistakes. When Harry Potter arrived at Hogwarts, she watched him carefully, ensuring he stayed on track without interfering too much. But sometimes, she couldn't help herself. "Rosabelle, why do you always show up when things get complicated?" Harry once asked, frustrated after she had pulled him out of trouble with Peeves. She had merely smirked. "I have a knack for knowing when to be in the right place at the right time." But it wasn't just about protecting Harry. She wanted to make sure that people who had suffered in the original timeline found happiness. She subtly nudged Neville Longbottom toward confidence, helped Hermione Granger embrace her brilliance without isolating herself, and kept Draco Malfoy from falling too far into his family's dark legacy. And then there was her father. She knew what would happen to Albus Dumbledore. She knew about the cursed ring, the painful sacrifices, and his eventual demise. She refused to accept it. If she had been given this life and this knowledge, she would use it to protect the ones she loved. One evening, she confronted him in his office. "I know you're hiding something from me." Dumbledore sighed, his blue eyes twinkling with sadness. "My dear, there are things that even I cannot change." Rosabelle clenched her fists. "That's not true. You always say that the future is not set in stone. If that's the case, then I refuse to let you sacrifice yourself." He smiled at her, pride evident in his expression. "You have your mother's fire." She didn't know who her biological mother was, but in that moment, it didn't matter. Albus Dumbledore was her father, and she would do anything to save him. As the war loomed closer, Rosabelle realized that despite all her efforts, fate had a way of fighting back. Some things seemed destined to happen no matter what she did. But she wasn't afraid. She had magic, she had knowledge, and most importantly, she had people who believed in her. For rosaBelle Dumbledore was not just another piece
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