Nekaia has felt it, the pull. Something lurks in the dark of her life, and mind. Something familiar, but not entirely human. Will she bring it into the light? And will she love what is revealed?
Dancing, swirling, falling. This is the price. The price of his love. Or maybe, the price of my pride. They call me. Summoning, it has a pull. My clothes suffocate me. My legs ache. My tears are the river that carries me. I watch the stars as I move. Towards the fire. Bright, blazing. He loves me like nobody else. It consumes me. Just like the stars. I will be lost. Never remembered, and also, never forgotten. I feel a hand on my shoulder, yet I do not see its owner. It's touch sliding to my jaw. Pushing me away. I reach in front of me failing to grasp what I seek.
What do I seek? I know it, but I cannot remember. I am lost.
I wake in the moonlight. Leaves in my hair. Flowers crushed underneath me. Only to hiss at a sharp pain in my palm, sitting up the nights' chill seeps in my bones. I lift my hand under the moonlight only to see blood dripping from it. A huff of disbelief escapes as I see my hand. A white rose, small enough to fit snugly in my palm is embedded in my skin. The thorns tearing flesh held deep. "A gift you say?" I muse to myself. I find sleep is a temporary relief. I visit him in my dreams. It is a place that feels like my home. Where I have been before, but also, waiting to go all my life. I lay against the damp ground and press my hands into the earth, feeling the thrum of energy underneath my fingertips. The roses' thorns digging deeper into my palm to spill more blood. "You do not deceive me my love, I know this act of malice is a way of connecting our existences." I whisper into the sky. I close my eyes and the wind swells around me, as if in reply. I smell the smoke of a fire long dead near me. I dig my nails into the dirt, biting my lip at the pain. If only I could grasp my dreams the same way.
I have memories of running underneath the stars with him. I do not know his face, yet I knew it was him. Other times, I would see his eyes waiting for me in the dark. I always thought if I ran fast enough, I could reach those eyes. I never did; they took me to my dreams instead. Eyes golden, like the sun. They looked warm, but they felt heavy. Chains that held me in place. I could never run fast enough. Not too him, and not from everyone else. Opening my eyes, I sit up and look into the dark, searching for those golden eyes. Standing, I turn and turn. Nothing. So, step by step I drag myself towards home. I dread it. Every night I hope for something to save me. Nothing does.
I walk slowly. Dragging my feet through the brush. I see the outline of my husband's cottage. It is a normal building. Wood and fur to create a house, but not a home. With unease, the energy stronger every step I take as I approach. Losing my nerve, I sit behind a tree. Just beyond the barrier that is my life. "I hope he has not woken in my absence." I mouth into the silence as I lay my head against bark. Breathing deeply I ponder what I can remember of my dreams. My emotions swell and I bite my lip to hold my tears in check. "Why are you so far from my grasp?" Whether I speak to my dreams or my hopes, I do not know. Will this always be my life? Feed, bleed, breed. That is what my husband desires. My vision blurs as tears spill forth. I cannot seem to quell the misery in my heart. Despite being many months after my marriage I cry often still, but I have learned to do so in private. I have learnt plenty in this season.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
Candice's life took a strange turn on her wedding night. Her groom, Greyson, didn't show up to consummate their marriage. Instead, a stranger broke into her room and violated her. Marriage was hell for her. As she licked her wounds, her mother-in-law took every chance to make her feel less of herself. Greyson who was supposed to be supportive didn't give a damn about her. He brought his side chick into their matrimonial home. It didn't take long before she was kicked out of the house. Everyone thought that she was just a helpless weakling. They didn't know that she was an extraordinary lawyer. She dragged the stranger who raped her to court. She intended to make his life a living hell for ruining hers. In the course of this, she was stunned to find out that the rapist was actually the richest man in the city. He was a domineering and clean freak. Things soon went out of her control. This man tried every means to make her marry him. It dawned on her that she caused even more trouble for herself. How could she get this man off her back, while also bringing him to book?
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.