Returning for My Beloved Sofia
He walks away to protect the one he loves with all his heart, yet it all ends in tragedy. He is reborn to defend the person he loves.
The Veil of Lies: The Swapped Bride
Jasmine and Jade are identical twins who were separated at birth through a dark parental agreement: each would be raised by one parent in opposing worlds. While Jasmine was brought up simply in a modest neighborhood of Belo Horizonte, Jade grew up surrounded by luxury in Italy, spoiled by her father, Alessandro Moretti—a powerful and feared man.
Despite the distance, Jasmine always knew who her sister and father were, but their contact was limited to cold, sporadic video calls that made it clear she would never truly be accepted. Jade, on the other hand, was ashamed of her mother and sister, viewing them as ignorant bastards and a reminder of the humble origins she desperately wanted to erase.
When Marlene, the twins’ mother, dies suddenly, Jasmine must travel to Italy to live with the father she has never met in person. It is then that Jade sees the perfect opportunity to free herself from an arranged marriage to Dimitri Volkov, the pakhanof the Russian mafia: by forcing Jasmine to marry in her place.
You Are Not Worthy of My Forgiveness
— Mom, you're alive. — His green eyes, identical to mine, made me jump. Impossible. It can't be. This child is...
— Byron. — I could recognize that voice anywhere. It's etched in my memory like my damn favorite song.
— Dad, I found Mom. — He stood a few meters away from the man I loved for over a decade—the man who was 6'2", with black hair, gray-blue eyes, broad shoulders, sexy lips, and a handsome face. He was the definition of perfection.
Have you ever given flowers to a man? I have. He’s the one standing in front of me right now.
I remember him as a boy. How didn’t I notice before? Maybe because I’ve been fighting to forget everything about him. So you didn’t realize the little one here is his living image, my inner voice answered.
— Stay away from me. — I ordered the brat. My once-normal voice turned icy.
When love needed no secret
She often wondered when her life stopped feeling like her own. It didn’t happen all at once. There was no thunder, no dramatic breaking point. Just a slow, silent erosion—like waves wearing down a sho
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Chiaroscuro
The air in Sakshi’s attic studio was thick with the scent of turpentine, linseed oil, and the approaching summer storm. Ayush stood by the tall Victorian window, his Leica hanging forgotten around hi
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Chiaroscuro
The air in Sakshi’s attic studio was thick with the scent of turpentine, linseed oil, and the approaching summer storm. Ayush stood by the tall Victorian window, his Leica hanging forgotten around hi
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One sided love
The boy who grew up with her, walked the same streets, shared the same childhood memories. The one who carried her books in school, fixed her broken bicycle, and waited for her after class. But no on
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