Though past life she die without seeing his face she knew that her age gaps would be so far from him, his taste is different from her yet she still want him to be the one.
Though past life she die without seeing his face she knew that her age gaps would be so far from him, his taste is different from her yet she still want him to be the one.
The soft hum of violins floated through the gallery, weaving a melody that made the evening feel like a slow, endless dream. Under the soft glow of chandeliers, Selene stood near a sculpture, her fingers lightly grazing the rim of her wine glass. She was poised, elegant, and distant-though her eyes wandered, clearly lost in thought rather than art.
Thirty-one.
That number used to feel powerful. Now, it just reminded her of how carefully she had built her life-how many dreams she had shelved, how many walls she had learned to live behind. She didn't expect anything from tonight. Another evening of polite conversation, tiny canapés, and people who praised brushstrokes they didn't truly understand.
Then she saw Kael.
He wasn't looking at anyone. Wasn't performing or trying to impress. He stood alone near a large canvas of wild horses, hands tucked into his pockets, a soft curl in his dark hair falling over his brow. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes-those sharp, storm-gray eyes-were alive with something else. Curiosity. Fire. Recklessness.
Selene's breath caught before she even realized it.
He looked younger than her by nearly a decade, maybe more. His energy, his edge-it was the opposite of everything she knew. He was a stranger in a room of suits and champagne, and yet he belonged in a way no one else did. And when his eyes finally landed on hers-he looked. Really looked. Like he saw straight through the silk of her dress and into the quiet ache in her chest.
She felt her heartbeat shift, just slightly-but enough to remind her she was still human.
Still capable of wanting.
Still capable of being wanted.
Kael's lips curved into a faint smile as he walked toward her-unhurried, unafraid. And with every step closer, Selene could feel the space between them turning electric.
"Do you like horses?" he asked, his voice smooth, with a warm, low timbre that brushed against her skin.
Selene turned her head toward the painting but didn't really look at it. "I think they're wild. Untouchable. That's the beauty."
Kael stepped closer, his gaze still on her. "That's what I thought too... until I saw you."
She blinked, caught between disbelief and the warmth spreading through her chest.
"That was a line," she said softly.
"Maybe," he replied. "But I meant every word."
Selene's smile was slight, but her eyes held the tremble of something much deeper.
Everything about him was different-his youth, his daring, the world behind his eyes. She knew his taste in music probably leaned toward things she didn't recognize. That he'd live fast, burn bright, and love with reckless passion. He might break her heart. He might leave as quickly as he came.
But none of that stopped her from leaning slightly closer. From breathing him in. From letting herself feel.
Because no matter how wrong it seemed, her soul whispered something her logic couldn't silence:
Let him be the one
Even if it doesn't make sense.
Especially because it doesn't make sense.
And as Kael's fingers brushed lightly-accidentally?-against hers, a quiet truth settled in Selene's chest:
This was the start of something she could never explain.
And she didn't want to.
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Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
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Forced out of a mental hospital by her family, Nicole was made to marry Aidan-reputed to be disabled-in her sister's place. The public ridiculed their union: a so-called lunatic and a cripple. What they didn't know was that Nicole had a sharp mind, countless talents, and secret identities. High society sneered at her unruly behavior, but Aidan always took her side. "My wife is too fragile to hurt anyone," he'd say. But soon- "Sir, your wife destroyed someone's house!" "Let her." "Sir, your wife ran away!" He arrived at the airport with two adorable kids in tow, pleading, "Sweetheart, come back. You can punish me however you want." Nicole froze. Wait-where did these two adorable little troublemakers come from?
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