I am Mia, the dark PRINCESS. I was the beginning and I am also the ending. I am the light that brights the dark path..........
I am Mia, the dark PRINCESS. I was the beginning and I am also the ending. I am the light that brights the dark path..........
I was sitting in front of the camera, trying to record my project just like the literature teacher demanded when I heard my name.
"Mia!!!!!!!" I heard my nanny calling, and I knew it was time to eat breakfast and get ready before the school bus got here.
I chose to ignore her because I was not feeling well enough to go to school, but no one wanted to listen to me. They think I was making excuses to skip school.
When I said I was not feeling fine, I did not mean physically; I meant emotionally. Things haven't been so great for me at all.
"Young woman, why aren't you answering your name?" My mom asked, barging into my room with a furious expression on her face.
"Don't you know how to knock"? I asked her, totally ignoring her look.
"What did you just say?" She asked, coming close to me.
"I said, Don't you know how to knock, or do you just intrude on people's privacy?" I repeated, looking her straight in the eye.
"So you have grown wings to talk back at me, right?" She asked, dragging me by the hair, but I pushed her. She fell back and was surprised by my action.
"Don't ever drag me like that again; I am not the small Mia you used to know. This Mia right here is ready for anything." I told her as I took my school bag and headed down the stairs.
I went to the kitchen to see if I could grab something to eat. I was about to turn when I felt something hitting my head. It was my mom; she broke a plate on my head.
Did she just break a plate on my head? I felt something liquid running down my face, and when I touched it, it was blood. I heard screams around me, but I was feeling dizzy. Then I felt something deep, like something controlled my body, and I headed straight for the kitchen knife and went after her.
I wanted to make sure I damaged her stupid face so no modeling company in the whole of America would ever want her again. But she was fast enough to block it, making me stab her hand instead.
"Mia!!!!! Please stop this at once. What has come over you?" I hear my nanny saying, and then it feels like the spell has left. What just happened? I looked around to see my mom on the floor with her hands bleeding. She looked scared, but what is she scared of, and why is she bleeding? I looked at my hand and saw a knife with blood dropping out of it.
What have I done? I stabbed her, but I didn't do it.
Before I knew what was happening, the police were already at my house, and I was arrested.
As they took me away, I saw my mom being treated by a doctor, and she did not even think twice before telling the police to make sure I never came out of the cell and that they should make sure I never got out.
"Miss, what's your name?" One of the officers asked me.
"My name is Mia," I replied to him.
"Who is that woman that you stabbed?" He asked
"She is my mom," I replied with my head down.
"How old are you, Mia?"
"I'm fifteen years old."
"Why did you stab your mom, Mia, knowing you would be punished by the law?"
"I don't know what came over me; she broke a plate on my head, and before I knew it, I was with a knife, and she was already bleeding."
"Wait, she broke a plate on your head?" He asked
"Yes," I replied before he even noticed I was bleeding. He stood up and left. When he came back, he brought a first-aid kit with him and tended to my wound.
"Mia, can you tell me more about your mom?" He said. It was more of a request than a question.
"But everyone knows her; she is a well-known model," I replied. My mom is a model who cares nothing about anyone but herself.
"I know everyone knows her as a model, but I want to know her as a mother, not a model," he said.
"Okay, what do you want to know?" I asked him.
"What was your relationship with her like?" He asked.
"We don't get along; we are more like enemies. All my life, she was never there; all she ever wanted was to get more beautiful for her modeling business. I was raised by my nanny because she was never around. I barely see her, and we totally lived like strangers until last year, when she started hitting me for no reason. Whenever she has a bad day, she will say that I caused it," I told him.
"What about your dad?" He asked
"I think it's better you ask her that," I replied, not wanting to be the one to say that part. A woman who left her marriage for her career. She didn't even consider her children.
The officer took me back home and requested to see my mom, who was not happy to see me at all.
I was told to go upstairs since they had something to discuss. I went to my room restless, not knowing what they were talking about, which killed my curiosity.
My life has never been as I expected. My mom got married to a well-known king in England; she wanted to be a model, but the king needs a queen beside him. My mom was pregnant when she gave birth; she had twins, me and my brother. We were just a few months old when my mom filed for divorce, and she took everything she wanted, but my father wanted my twin brother, leaving me with her.
At least that's what my nanny told me since she has been close to my mom. She said my mom never said why she left her marriage. She only said she wanted to live her dream. I loved my mom so much, but she was never there for me.
On my graduation day, I waited to see my mom, but instead I saw my nanny; she was the one there. My mom just cared about her weight, how to look beautiful, how to buy the latest outfit, and how to impress the world.
I grew up without my mother's love. When I turned twelve, she started acting weird toward me. She kept telling me that my father rejected me, and she told me that I should worship her for that.
She said she regretted not leaving me with the motherless baby or even selling me out. Those were the words I heard all my life growing up with her. I was rejected by my father and hated by my mother.
My mom said she would send me over to my father when I turned sixteen. That was their agreement. And I will be sixteen in a few months. I'm scared; I don't want to jump from frying pan to fire. I do normally wonder how my brother is doing; I am sure he is having his best life.
But if you ask me, I want to stay here with my mom even though we don't get along. I can just avoid her, and maybe until I am ready to fend for myself. Growing up, I never lacked anything.
Since the day my mom took me, my father has opened a separate account under my name where he pays in money every month for my upkeep.
But my mom never gave me access to it; she said not until I turned sixteen. I heard a knock on my door, and when I opened the door, it was my mom and the officer standing beside her.
I stood staring at them because they were not saying anything, and then my mom sighed.
"Start packing, young lady; you have a flight to catch tomorrow morning," she said with a mean face.
"What? I thought you said I wouldn't go until I was sixteen, and it's like two months away," I replied.
"Well, I changed my mind. I will do anything to get you away from me," she said and left.
"Hey, you don't look excited about going to see your father. And I heard you were an infant the first time you met him," the officer said.
"I see him every day on TV, and that's enough for me. He doesn't want me, so why should I stay with him?" I said, nearly screaming at the officer.
"I'm sorry, Mia, but no matter what, he is your father, and nothing can change that. You can just go; maybe it won't be that bad. After all, your dad is a king, which makes you a princess, and every girl your age will love and wish to have your life," he said.
"Then they are stupid; I don't want to be a princess; I don't want to be called a freak by my friends; I don't want this life," I said, nearly in tears.
"I'm sorry, Mia, but you don't get along with your mom, and your dad is the only person you can stay with. And I am sorry if your friends think that you are a freak. But what really matters is what you think about yourself; that's all," he said before he left.
I just want to live a life like a normal girl, not the daughter of a model or some princess.
Nancy Carter is a sharp, no-nonsense detective whose personal life is unraveling. Fresh off a breakup with her fiancé-who couldn't compete with her passion for solving crimes-she's drowning in disappointment, overlooked at work, and emotionally drained. One night, desperate to escape it all, she walks into a bar... and wakes up in a stranger's bed. She remembers his face clearly-the man she sat beside in stunned silence, trying to piece together how she ended up there. But before she could find her voice, he handed her a check with cold indifference, as if she were nothing more than a transaction, then walked out without a second glance. The real blow came weeks later-Nancy was pregnant. With no name, only the memory of his face, she braced herself for the road ahead. With the help of her family, she raised her daughter in silence. No one-not even her little girl-knew the truth. Five years later, fate plays its cruelest card. Nancy turns on the TV and sees him-Jaxon Lennox. Billionaire. CEO. The man who shattered her pride and unknowingly changed her life forever. When her family's ranch is on the line, Nancy is forced to work with the one man she swore to never face again. But hate has a way of burning into something else... and the fire between them refuses to stay buried.
"And who are you? What do you actually know about us? Did you come because you saw I was alone, because you know you are way stronger than I am? Did you come to have your way with me, because that's what I have to face in the hands of men? First it was that fat, smelly, and unkept idiot at the grocery store, then Mr. Ken, and now you!" I roared in anger. I was struggling to catch my breath and talk slowly. "Oh, so this is why you were getting all worked up. Sorry, sweetie, but I'm not even a bit interested in your body. You don't know who I am, do you?. Well, let me introduce myself. I am Damion Volk." He said it like I was supposed to know who he was. I just stared at him in total confusion. "You don't know me." He said and let out a little laugh before running his hands through his hair.He looked up to the sky as his pair of grey eyes reflected the moon. Piercing grey eyes that seem to bore into those he meets, a chiselled face with sharp angles, and a small, sly smile that hints at a mischievous sense of humour. His dark grey hair styled perfectly, framing his face with a sense of sophistication and control. His features are refined, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline that speaks to his confidence and determination. But it's his eyes that truly reveal his nature-cold, calculating, and always seeming to size others up, even as they sparkle with a playful glint that suggests he's up to something. His gaze is hypnotic, drawing others in even as they sense the danger lurking beneath the surface.
Lilly was eleven when her parents were murdered. That night was supposed to be her birthday, but something unexpected happened. Lilly never understood what truly happened- all she knew was that she must keep the key safe. Her mother had handed her the key and made her swear to protect it. Lilly's brother, Michael, managed to escape with her that night, but he knew they couldn't stay together for long. After all, their father had been betrayed- by his best friend. Michael tried to keep Lilly safe, but in the end, they were separated. Lilly knew she had to protect herself. Too many people had sacrificed their lives just so she could live. But in trying to escape danger, she jumped off a cliff- and found herself on the other side of the country. There, she started a new life. But it wasn't what she had hoped it would be. She thought Michael would come for her, just like he had promised. But he never came. Eleven years passed. Lilly still held on to the hope that Michael would return- but he never did. Then one day, an opportunity showed up at her doorstep. She didn't hesitate. She agreed to marry the famous lawyer, Eric Sarton, just so she could find the people who had murdered her parents. But little did she know-her whole life was about to change.
She looked so young, what was she doing inside the cave of the curse? She was just a child , how was she able to pass the spell placed at the door? She walked up to me, raising her small tiny hand to touch me. I back away immediately glaring at her thinking that it will scare her away. "It's okay, you don't have to be scared. Am not going to hurt you. My name is Elena and I am six years old, what's your name?" She asked, smiling at me. Why would the moon goddess let a six year old Inside a beast cave? Is she trying to test me? "You don't have a name? Then I will call you Snow since you look so white and beautiful as the snow" she said, reaching out to touch me again. Then something caught my attention, she was wearing the moon necklace, the only thing that consists of the power that can let me out of here. I tried moving close to her but the chain around my neck was preventing me. I started drawing back and she followed me in, she was just one step away from me. Is time for me to get away from this pit of hell. Once she was closer to me I pounced on her. Her scream filled the cave, but all I wanted was my freedom, my revenge. Am going to destroy the world, I will burn it down.
"But why won't you kiss me back, wait don't tell me I didn't meet the standard of the girls you kiss and make out with" "Brianna your hand is bleeding come let's stop it and cover up that wound" there is no way am having this conversation with her. "I don't want to cover wounds, I want you to answer my question?" "Brianna please drop it you are playing with fire"
Bella was haunted by her nightmares, but those nightmares are all bloody. She just wanted to live normal like everyone else but first she must get her revenge
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Rumors had it that Dennis didn't do relationships because of a woman. Rumors also had it that Dennis was a merciless and indifferent man. Not knowing what kind of person Dennis is, Emmie signed her name beside his and received a marriage certificate with both their names on it. It was not until Emmie flash-married Dennis that she knew rumors cannot always be trusted. The man who clutched her in his arms was nothing like a ruthless CEO. On the first day of their marriage, Dennis warned Emmie, "I will provide you with anything but love." Three years later, when Emmie wants a divorce, the man tears the divorce agreement into pieces and begs, "Don't go. I can't live without you."
The night Claire Richards caught her husband cheating, she planned her revenge. She transferred billions in hidden assets, gathered undeniable proof of his affair, and destroyed the mistress's reputation. When Claire handed Lucas Bennett the divorce papers, he tore them to pieces. "Divorce? Not a chance!" Lucas snapped. But Claire only smiled. "The waiting period is over, Mr. Bennett. You're out." Sharp, stunning, and done playing nice, Claire steps into a world dominated by two powerful men: her furious ex-husband and the cold, mysterious CEO feared by all. But this time, she's calling the shots. Watch as a clear-headed woman takes control, turns heartbreak into strength, and brings the man who once cast her aside to his knees.
Five years into marriage, Hannah caught Vincent slipping into a hotel with his first love-the woman he never forgot. The sight told her everything-he'd married her only for her resemblance to his true love. Hurt, she conned him into signing the divorce papers and, a month later, said, "Vincent, I'm done. May you two stay chained together." Red-eyed, he hugged her. "You came after me first." Her firm soon rocketed toward an IPO. At the launch, Vincent watched her clasp another man's hand. In the fitting room, he cornered her, tears burning in his eyes. "Is he really that perfect? Hannah, I'm sorry... marry me again."
"You never wanted me," Eva's voice trembled, but her gaze was steady as she glared at Maxmillan. "You were too blinded by your love for Sara to see the truth." Maximilian clenched his fists, his jaw tight. "You think I don't regret it? Every moment, Eva. Every moment I spent hurting you.." "Hurting me?" she cut him off, her eyes filled with anger. "You ruined me, Max. You let my sister and step mother destroy me, and when I needed you most, you turned your back on me, you made me go through hell." His chest tightened. "I was wrong. I know that now, but..." "But it's too late," she snapped. "I'm not the helpless girl you left behind. I've come back for what's mine." Max's voice softened, almost pleading. "And what if I'm part of what's yours?" Eva's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll destroy you the way you destroyed me." ******* Forced into a loveless marriage to save her family's business, Eva endures cruelty from her husband, Maximilian, who believes she manipulated his grandfather into choosing her as his bride. Blinded by his love for her sister, Sara, Maximilian made Eva go through hell. Eva endures not only Maximilian's abuse but also the hurt and betrayal from her own family. Eva is framed for a tragedy and sent to prison, she's rescued by a powerful and influencial figure who she never knew existed. Six years later, Eva returns. No longer the broken and helpless woman she once was, She is now a force to be reckoned with. She is back to seek revenge on all those who had made her life hell. Now, Maximilian regrets his mistakes and isn't ready to let her go. Eva hold a secret that will shatter Maxmillan's world. What is that secret? Will Eva choose love and forgiveness, or will revenge be the only thing that can heal her broken heart?
A twist of fate bound Allison to Derek in marriage-she, a powerful heiress with countless hidden identities; he, the city's most admired man, now lying silent in a coma. For three years, Allison used her unmatched medical skills to heal him, all while quietly falling in love. But when Derek's long-lost love returned from abroad, he handed Allison divorce papers without a second thought. Resolved to stop chasing shadows, Allison signed the papers and turned her back on love-rising to fame as a dazzling force in business, medicine, and more. Only when she stood high above the world did Derek finally see her worth. He knelt before her, eyes brimming with regret. "Will you take me back?" he whispered.
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