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Heart Beat Series At sixteen, Antena's world is turned upside down when her mother forces her to transfer to an elite private school. Leaving behind her friends and the only life she's known, she steps into a world of privilege and pressure, where fitting in feels impossible. Lost in the unfamiliar halls of her new school, Antena crosses paths with Nate, a charming and confident classmate who seems to have it all. But first impressions can be deceiving. Just as she begins to navigate her new life, a snarky remark in her homeroom sends her spiraling into doubt and insecurity. Caught between her mother's high expectations, the weight of her own dreams, and the unexpected connections she forms, Antena must find her voice in a world that seems determined to silence her. Will she rise above the challenges, or will her insecurities keep her from embracing the life she deserves? Heart Beat Series is a heartfelt journey of self-discovery, love, and finding strength in the face of Uncertainty
Antena's voice trembled as she stood at the kitchen counter, gripping the edge with white knuckles. "Mom, I said I don't want to go! Why can't you just listen to me for once?"
Her mother, hands busy chopping vegetables for dinner, didn't even look up. "Antena, we've been over this. This move is for your own good. You'll thank me later when you're sitting in a lecture hall at Harvard."
"I don't care about Harvard!" Antena snapped, her voice cracking. "I just started fitting in here. I've made friends-real friends-for the first time. I'm not going to throw that all away because of your stupid obsession with a perfect future!"
Her mother stopped chopping, placing the knife down carefully. She turned, her expression calm but unyielding. "You might not understand now, but you will one day. Life isn't about what's comfortable, Antena. It's about making the hard choices that lead to success."
Antena's chest heaved as frustration and helplessness built up inside her. "You're not listening!" she screamed, the words echoing through the small kitchen. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and stormed down the hallway, slamming her bedroom door so hard the walls shook.
She leaned against the door, her breath shallow and uneven. Tears stung her eyes as she slid down to the floor, burying her face in her hands. She stayed like that for what felt like hours, sobs wracking her chest.
When the tears finally slowed, Antena crawled to her bed and curled up on the floor beside it. She grabbed the stuffed animal she'd had since she was little-a small, fraying teddy bear-and held it tightly against her chest.
Her thoughts swirled, a chaotic mix of anger, sadness, and frustration. She didn't understand why her mom couldn't see things from her perspective. It felt like no matter how loud she screamed, her voice just disappeared into the void.
As she stared at the shadows dancing on the ceiling, she began to focus on her breathing, counting slowly in her head to calm herself. In, one... two... three... Out, one... two... three...
The rhythm steadied her, quieting the storm inside just enough for her to think clearly again. Maybe, just maybe, she could find a way to convince her mom to change her mind.
For now, though, she let the quiet of her room wrap around her like a shield.
The quiet didn't last long. A knock at the door broke the stillness.
"Antena?" her mother's voice was soft, almost hesitant. "Can I come in?"
Antena froze, quickly wiping her arm with the sleeve of her hoodie. "Go away," she said, her voice hoarse from crying.
There was a long pause. "I know you're upset," her mother said, still on the other side of the door. "But I want you to know I'm doing this because I love you."
Antena let out a bitter laugh, low and sharp. "Love? You think dragging me out of the only place I've ever felt okay is love? That's not love, Mom. That's control."
The words stung more than she intended, and the silence that followed told her they had landed.
"Please open the door," her mother said quietly, almost pleading now.
Antena stared at the door for a long moment before shaking her head. "Just leave me alone."
After a few seconds, she heard her mother's footsteps retreating down the hall. The knot in her chest loosened slightly, but it didn't go away.
Antena crawled onto her bed, curling into a tight ball beneath her blanket. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, but she ignored it. The glow of the screen dimmed and disappeared into the darkness.
In the quiet of her room, she let her thoughts spiral. Would she ever feel like her life was hers? Or was she destined to be dragged along by other people's plans forever?
As she lay there, her arm throbbed faintly. She pulled her sleeve down to check the cut. It wasn't deep, just enough to leave a mark-a mark she'd probably hide from the world, just like everything else.
She sighed, the exhaustion of the day weighing heavily on her. For now, all she wanted was to disappear into sleep, away from the chaos, away from her mother's expectations.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
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To fund her father's medical bills, Helena stepped in for her half‑sister and wed the city's notorious deaf heir. On their wedding night, as she bared herself, he dismissed her hope with, "This is strictly business." Living beneath the weight of his unpredictable moods, she learned to fear every moment. When everyone bet on her ruin, he became her fiercest protector. But as their contract expired and she gathered her things, tears shimmered in his eyes. "Please… don't leave me."
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.