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In the heart of 1920s Paris, where the city exhaled with the scent of budding romance and artistry, Isabella Leclair moved gracefully through the bohemian streets, a young painter draped in the vibrancy of her dreams. The cobblestone paths of Montmartre bore witness to her journey, each step a testament to her relentless pursuit of artistic brilliance. Isabella's studio, nestled in the attic of an old Parisian building, was adorned with canvases that told stories of love and passion, an intimate symphony of colors that echoed the beat of her heart. At 25, Isabella possessed an ethereal beauty that mirrored the city's allure. Her auburn curls framed a face that radiated both innocence and determination. The sparkle in her emerald eyes revealed a profound connection to the world around her, a world that came alive through the strokes of her brush. Isabella's artistic aspirations, however, faced an unexpected adversary in the form of Henri Dubois, a charismatic but skeptical art critic. Henri, at 30, was a man of sharp intellect and a tongue dipped in cynicism. His belief in pushing artistic boundaries clashed with Isabella's dedication to capturing the timeless beauty of love on canvas. Their paths collided when Isabella's latest exhibition caught Henri's discerning eye. As the ink of his scathing review stained the pages of the city's art journals, Isabella's reputation trembled like the delicate petals of a wilting rose. The critic's words echoed through the cobblestone streets, threatening to drown out Isabella's artistic voice. The conflict ignited as Isabella, fueled by a mix of defiance and desperation, sought out Henri. Their first encounter crackled with tension, a palpable energy that hovered between them like a tempestuous storm. In Henri's eyes, he saw an artist clinging to tradition, and in Isabella's gaze, he glimpsed a rebel challenging the very essence of art itself. The canvas of their lives unfurled against the backdrop of Paris—a city that breathed life into their every encounter. Isabella's studio became a battleground where paintbrushes clashed with ideologies. Amidst the chaos, the Eiffel Tower, still young and hopeful, bore witness to a tale that transcended time. Dialogue became the medium through which their souls danced. Isabella defended the sanctity of love, arguing that it held the power to inspire art that resonated across generations. Henri countered with a philosophy that demanded art be a reflection of the times, a provocative force that challenged norms and broke free from the shackles of sentimentality. Yet, beneath their intellectual sparring, a subtle undercurrent of attraction simmered. Isabella's passion stirred Henri's heart, and his enigmatic charisma drew her closer. As the sun dipped below the Parisian skyline, their disagreements morphed into a delicate waltz, a dance of vulnerability that both frightened and excited them. The theme of the story emerged organically—a celebration of the transformative power of love and art. Isabella's paintings became windows into her soul, each stroke a confession, each color a revelation. Henri, despite his resistance, found himself captivated by the emotion woven into her art. Love, it seemed, had the power to breach even the most fortified walls of skepticism. The tone remained steadfast in its commitment to poetic romanticism. Paris, with its flickering gas lamps and echoes of distant laughter, became more than a backdrop; it became a silent narrator, weaving its magic into the very fabric of Isabella and Henri's story. Nostalgia for a time when passion was a flame that warmed the coldest nights infused every paragraph. The pacing mirrored the heartbeat of their relationship. Tension built as Isabella faced the consequences of Henri's damning words, and release came in the form of stolen glances and shared silences. Moments of artistic inspiration and romantic encounters provided the rhythm, each beat bringing them closer or pushing them further apart. In this world of whispers and paint-scented breezes, Isabella and Henri navigated the complexities of love and art. Optional details, such as vivid descriptions of Isabella's paintings, added layers to the narrative, allowing readers to immerse themselves in the visual feast that was her art. As the story unfolded, the question lingered—would love emerge victorious, or would art redefine its very essence? Through the lens of their passionate struggle, Whispers of Eternity painted a portrait of a time when love and art collided, leaving an indelible mark on the canvas of their lives.

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”

He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.

A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.

For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.

22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.

Sophia Anderson was adopted by an old woman and grew up in the countryside. At she was 18 years old, her original family found her and got her back to the city. However, she was looked down upon by other family members, especially her stepmother and stepsister. At that time, she was so stupid that she was framed by her stepsister and die tragically. Maybe God has sympathy for her, she was reborn and she was given rich medical knowledge and professional skills! In this life, she works hard on studying medicine and saving people. She becomes a top-professional woman, which is out of reach for most people!

Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.

“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.

After a brief appearance at a birthday celebration, Ayra Carter's life took a drastic turn when the famous billionaire's heir chooses her to be his new mum.. "I like you a lot so you have to come home with me and be my new mummy" Arya's heart warmed as she stared at the cute little boy in front of her.. "Cutie.. Why don't you pick again?... I'm about to get married" "My son chose you and that's final! become his mum!" A loud authoritave voice broke into the room.. Now what??? ... Not him! Mr Kyle Anderson! The man who doesn't take no for an answer..

Their marriage was nothing but for the benefit of the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride, but the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she was the one he wanted. However, their marriage didn't last for a long because of her indifference. Until the moment he signed the divorce agreement, he finally witnessed her true colors. It turned out that she also took advantage of him. Their divorce was not an end but the start of the real love game.