Kelzy

Savannah Angeles-Monroeville's life takes an unexpected turn when a chance encounter with the enigmatic CEO of her company shatters the barriers of secrecy. Drawn into a world of mystery and scars, Savannah finds herself navigating through the complexities of love and acceptance. As Gabriel Monroeville, haunted by his own past, tests her resolve, Savannah must confront her deepest fears and desires. Will their fateful meeting lead to healing and redemption, or will it unravel the fragile threads of their destinies? "Echoes of Destiny" is a captivating tale of courage, compassion, and the timeless pursuit of true acceptance.

"In the midst of heartbreak and betrayal, a young woman's world unravels with the shocking revelation of her boyfriend's impending marriage. Struggling to come to terms with the truth, she grapples with family illness and unexpected news of her own. As she navigates through the turmoil, she discovers inner strength she never knew she possessed. 'Tears of Revelation' is a poignant tale of resilience, love, and the power of self-discovery in the face of life's greatest challenges."

"It's really beautiful here in Macau!" I shouted when I got to the hotel swimming pool. I don't know what happened but I know that this is my year, that I was lucky because I was chosen in the raffle earlier in the office and I was still with my longtime crush at work, this is my year, yes. This is your year, Elaine. I was about to go back to my room with Luke because it was almost night when I noticed the bar section, I haven't had a drink even once so I'm going to try it. "Can I have 1 bottle of tequila?" I asked the bartender. "Yes ma'am, but are you sure you really want to have a bottle?" he asked. What's the problem? "Yes?" I answered hesitantly. "Okay, here you go." He said and I poured it into the wine glass. The first sip, the taste is bold but delicious at the same time. I drank more and more until I finished a bottle. Little by little I got dizzy so I went back. "A-ahh, I have a headache." I just said as I walked towards our room, my vision was double. "R-room 609. A-that's it." I can't walk properly anymore, I feel like I'm going to fall down anytime. I was about to click my card on the door but it opened immediately even though I hadn't put it in yet so I just went in and laid down. I noticed that Luke was also here, smelling like alcohol. "Hmm.." he said and hugged me while lying down. "L-luke..." "Sera..." who is sera? and why does Luke's voice seem to have changed? I'll just think about it tomorrow, I can't think straight because of the tequila I drank. "L-luke, what--- He kissed me, I couldn't see his face because it was dark here. I returned his kiss and we spent the night together *tomorrow* *cring, cring, cring* I rubbed my eyes because it was morning, I saw Luke with his back to me, naked and me WHAT?? did we really do that? I smiled, it's not bad for my first time because it's him. "Hmmm.." I was suddenly surprised because he turned around and suddenly hugged me, I didn't even see his face. "Is it morning already?" he asked, is luke really english? Besides, does his voice sound different? Is it really like this when you just wake up? "Yes, luke, let me go. I'll cook you breakfast." He was surprised by what I said. "Luke? Who's luke sera?" he asked. "Sera? Who is Sera??" I asked again, he was surprised and suddenly faced me, I just stared at what I saw. A very smiling creature, but he is not LUKE!!! "W-Who are you???!!" he shouted. I stood up suddenly and took my clothes while the blanket covered my body and went to the cr. "Lady, I am asking you, why are you in my room??" "I-I don't even know what happened, and what's your room? It's my room!" I shouted inside the cr while getting dressed. What did I get into? Why isn't that Luke? Why was I drunk last night?? "That's it, I'm calling the guards." he said and dialed. I quickly stopped him but they answered. "Hello sir? What's the problem?" "I need you to come here right now there's an intruder in my room." he said angrily. "What intruder? This is my room!" I was surprised because the guards were quick and there were more of them. "What happened Sir?" asked the one with glasses who was not a guard. "This woman right here is saying that this is her room" "But it's true--- "Your card ma'am?" I gave my card and it said 606. We looked at the name of the room and the number 6 at the end was italicized so we couldn't figure out what room it was. "This is room 609." "But the number was sideways and I was drunk last night so I didn't notice!" "I am so sorry Sir Fontello for this misunderstanding, this is our fault. We will take responsibility about this." the guard said, wait fontello? as in the fontello company that wants to partner with our company? The biggest company? "M-can I ask? S-who is he?" I asked the one with the glasses while they were busy. "He's Sir Van Fontello. The CEO of fontello company and one of the billionaires of our country." I can't move where I am, a billionaire? so i had a one night stand with a billionaire?

What if one day you wake up to the person you're supposed to hate and find out you're falling for him. So Raymond can hold back his feelings for the expected revenge. Look out. 🧡 _________ ' RAYMOND BALTAZAR ' "Leah, no!" "Don't leave me!" "W-Waaagg! P-It's like pity!" "M-My love...." "H-HINDIIIIII!!!!" I screamed loudly then woke up and sat up panting. Mom, my mother-in-law, immediately entered. "Raymond, what happened?" It's a question that reminds me that I closed my eyes tightly when I realized that I had dreamed about my husband. "Son, what's going on with you?" he asked so I looked at him and immediately smiled. "No mom, go back to your room, I'm fine." I said and he was about to speak but he chose to remain silent and nodded and left my room. I exhaled violently and shook my head. "Don't worry my love, I won't forget my promise to you." I said seriously.

"Sign the contract, or lose everything." I stared at the papers that would seal my fate-a three-year marriage to Julian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire they call the Ice King. My family didn't ask. They demanded. My father's company was drowning, my stepsister's engagement had exploded, and I was the replacement bride they could sacrifice. Just another transaction. Julian made it clear on our wedding day: "Don't expect affection. Don't expect companionship. Certainly don't expect love." He refused to kiss me at the altar. He gave me a bedroom down the hall and told me to stay out of his way. I was Mrs. Blackwood in name only-a contract, a convenience, a means to an end. I accepted it. I had survived twelve years of abuse in my own home. I could survive three years of indifference in his. But then Nate, Julian's best friend, showed me kindness, and suddenly my cold husband became possessive. When my sister attacked me, he became protective. Now the man who promised me nothing is fighting his own father to keep me. The marriage that was supposed to be fake is becoming terrifyingly real and the secrets about my mother's death are threatening to destroy everything. They said Julian Blackwood destroys everything he touches. What they didn't tell me... is that sometimes destruction is exactly what you need to be reborn. With a pregnancy involved, how was I going to end this three-year marriage peacefully?

I was the President's Old Lady - and the only reason his MC was still breathing. For three years, I ran every legal business the Serpents of Redemption owned. While Craig chased road glory across state lines, I turned a failing auto shop and a tattoo parlor into the money that kept the brothers fed, the bikes fueled, and the clubhouse lights on. Then he rode home from a two-month run with a sweetbutt on the back of his Harley - and her son. Ginger, he said, had saved his life on the road. So he put her in the main residence, in the room directly across from our bed. He handed her my ledgers and called it repayment. When her son dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my hand, Craig never checked my burns. He scooped up the boy and blamed me. His grandmother - the club's Matriarch - stood before every patched brother and accused me of hurting "family." That night, Craig told me Ginger held a place in his heart I could never reach. A debt of blood he'd honor above me. Three years. My family's fortune. My scarred hand. All of it - worthless next to his roadside savior. So I did the one thing a President never expects his Old Lady to do. I gave back his patch. Now they can keep their empty ledgers. They can play happy family in a clubhouse I built. And when this motorcycle club burns - I'll be the one holding the match.

Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband. Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday. Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever. I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him. But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter. My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's. He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately. Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away. I couldn't let him ruin my life again. "I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth. I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity.

I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister. I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood. My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy-The Nightingale Ranch-as collateral to his powerful family. "Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered. Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land. My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother? I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear. But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me. Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now."

For three years, Hilary played the perfect, devoted wife to billionaire Julian Carlisle to save her family from financial ruin. But her husband didn't love her; he was busy throwing a birthday party for the five-year-old son he secretly had with his college sweetheart. To keep up appearances, Julian bought Hilary a million-dollar Cartier bracelet, but she soon discovered the exact same jewelry on his mistress's wrist. During a heated confrontation about his lies, Julian accused her of being a hysterical madwoman and violently shoved her away. But he didn't care that her head smashed against the sharp edge of a nightstand, causing a life-threatening cranial hemorrhage. So she was left bleeding and unconscious on the cold floor, while he simply sneered at her. "Stop pretending. I don't have time for these pathetic games." He walked out the door, leaving her alone to die. After a brush with death, her years of unrequited love and hope were completely gone, and she finally gave up. Waking up in the ICU, she calmly looked at Julian's terrified, regretful face and made her final decision. "Mr. Hayes, please deliver the signed divorce papers to my husband immediately."

For three years, Caddie gave up her aerospace engineering career to be Julien's secret girlfriend, quietly writing the core algorithms for his tech company. On their anniversary, she stood outside his apartment with a rare gift, only to hear his friends laughing inside about his "charity project." Julien's voice was ice-cold as he called her a stray puppy. He said she was only useful for debugging his code, and once her final algorithm was finished, she would have no value left. He was already planning to announce his engagement to the wealthy Kiersten Parrish. He bragged that he would just write Caddie a check and kick her out, mocking that without him, she couldn't even afford next month's rent. Caddie leaned against the cold wall, her world shattering. She had turned down top research fellowships and poured her soul into his work, only to be treated as a disposable tool. He actually believed she was just a helpless nobody who relied on his charity. She didn't scream or cry. She simply threw the expensive gift into the trash chute. Logging into his company's secure server, she permanently deleted every single line of code she had ever built for him. Then, she packed her single suitcase, walked out the door, and dialed a number she hadn't called in years. "I'm ready. I want to come home." It was time to reclaim her place as the true billionaire Kensington heiress.

"From tonight on, Farrah is my one and only Old Lady! As for you, Sloane... you're just my personal bed-warmer." In the deafening roar of the crowded motorcycle club, my boyfriend of five years hauled another woman against his chest, publicly stripping me of my title. The entire room erupted in laughter, waiting for the "helpless orphan" to break down and cry. His bloodsucking mother and sister smirked in the crowd. For five years, I had served their family like an unpaid maid, secretly bleeding my dead father's legacy dry just to pay off their debts. Now, they were thrilled to see me thrown into the dirt. Beau pinched my chin, offering his mercy like a king to a beggar. "As long as you know your place and stay in the basement to do the chores, I'll generously let you be my secret baby mama. It's the greatest mercy a cursed orphan with a dead bloodline will ever get." They thought they had stripped me of everything. They expected me to crawl on my knees and beg for their scraps. The very next morning, I broke into their safe, took back my stolen inheritance and the keys to my father's legendary motorcycle, and rode straight to the National President-the man who held the absolute power of life and death over the entire outlaw world. When Beau smugly swaggered into the President's office, fully expecting to find me begging on my knees for him to take me back, he was instead slapped in the face with a wax-sealed document of formal severance. "She is a free agent now. Anyone who touches her answers to my gavel." I straddled my father's roaring heavy chopper, looking down at my ex's humiliated, panicked face. "This is just the beginning, Beau. I'm going to make your family bleed out everything you stole." But what I didn't realize was that the moment I took my first step toward revenge, the dangerously wild man I collided with in the dark the night before-the one wearing the forbidden insignia of the absolute royal bloodline-had already locked his sights on me like a predator claiming his prey...

I was sweating on a stained cot in a rundown clinic, enduring agonizing labor to deliver my twins. My boyfriend, Viper, the President of the Raven MC, was right next door. But he wasn't there to support me. He was buying the whole clubhouse a round of drinks to celebrate his new girlfriend's birthday. Instead of coming to see his newborn children, he sent a thug with a loaded Glock and a legal contract. The prospect shoved the cold steel against my forehead, demanding I sign my parental rights over to the club and walk away with nothing. If I refused, he promised to dump our bodies in the swamp. In the hallway, the club girls laughed, calling me a worthless charity case. "Sign the paper, or I leave three corpses in this bed." I clutched my fragile babies to my chest, my heart turning to dead ash. I had given that man my youth and loyalty, only to be discarded like trash. I didn't understand how someone could be so ruthlessly cruel to his own flesh and blood. Before the hammer could drop, a mysterious man in a tailored suit calmly walked in and shattered the prospect's wrist. He took one look at the faded scar on my shoulder, ran a rapid blood test, and revealed a truth that shook my world. I wasn't an unpatched stray, but the long-lost daughter of the most feared motorcycle club president in the country. Now, with a two-hundred-bike army at my back, it was my turn to hunt.