In the bustling city of Charles State, the world of high fashion and jewelry is about to be turned upside down. Lydia Josephs, the long-lost daughter of the renowned Josephs family, returns to take her rightful place as the MD of Josephs LIFTX. Her elegance and determination captivate the city, but her arrival stirs up old wounds and hidden secrets. Frank Lanka, the charismatic MD of Lanka CULT, is haunted by the ghost of his past. His deceased wife, Ruth, left an indelible mark on his heart, and he has never been able to move on. When Lydia Josephs steps into the spotlight, Frank is struck by an uncanny resemblance—she looks exactly like Ruth. The lines between past and present blur, and Frank is forced to confront the choices he made eight years ago. Lydia, however, has her own secrets. She is Ruth, thought to be dead in a tragic explosion orchestrated by Frank's ex, Dera Pete. Rescued and given a new identity, Ruth has returned as Lydia to reclaim her life and seek justice. Her heart is set on revenge, but she is also drawn to Frank, the man who once broke her heart. As Frank and Lydia navigate the treacherous world of corporate politics and personal vendettas, their chemistry is undeniable. Frank's proposal of a business alliance with Josephs LIFTX is more than just a strategic move—it's a chance to reconnect with the woman who haunts his dreams. But Lydia is wary, knowing that Frank's intentions may not be as pure as they seem. In a dramatic turn of events, Frank's past catches up to him. Dera's jealousy and manipulation threaten to destroy everything he holds dear. As the tension escalates, Frank must choose between his desire for redemption and his fear of losing Lydia forever.
Узнайте больше"How did you know this place? Are you not new here in the city?" I looked around the expensive restaurant and asked.Dean smiled."I inquired about where to bring a beautiful lady on a date," he replied.I stiffened and my eyes opened wide slightly.When Dean glanced at my face, he laughed heartily. He said, "Look at your face. I'm joking. I brought you here to celebrate your first partnership."I came back to myself after Dean described it. I silently let out a sigh of relief and responded, "Thanks, Jay. You're always so nice to me. whether home or away. I'm so grateful." "Not gratis. after we have dinner, you will also owe me dinner," Dean replied.I laughed. I rubbed my head prior to cursing, "Sure, I'll take you to dinner next time."The dining place was poorly lit with some music playing softly in the background. It was sending out a serene but romantic ambiance which was very calming.As we continued eating and chatting, we did not know of the menacing eyes that were fixated on
"Dera, what are you doing?" Frank asked when he returned, his voice making Dera come back to reality. His eyes fell to the paper in Dera's hand and she placed it on the table in front of her before smiling up at him. She had wanted to glance through it, but Frank had returned before she had a chance."Frank, can I work for your new jewelry company?" Dera asked.Frank's face furrowed. He sat down in his swivel chair and said, "Dera-""You've been looking out for me all along. I'm a jewelry designer too, and I'd like to be helpful to you."It was then that, at such words from Dera, the lines between Frank's eyebrows grew tenser. He thought about her illness, and a mixed-up feeling seeped into him."Do you think that I cannot maintain a job in my state?" Dera said weakly and pathetically.Frank's conscience was full of guilt, and he didn't know how to act in order not to hurt her ego by denying her demand.He coughed and said, "Surely you can work. You can report in as one of the designe
"Good morning, Miss Lydia." The workers greeted me warmly."Good morning," I responded with a smile.I arrived at Josephs Liftx to relieve my father. I wore a light blue women's business suit and high heels. My hair was permitted to flow down my shoulders, making me appear like a boss lady."Miss Josephs, you're needed in the conference room," my secretary, Hannah Collins, told me. She then moved in closer and whispered, "All of the board members are here and they don't look happy."I frowned. I knew why they wanted to see me. How bold of them to have their disapproval show on my first day of reporting."I was ready for this, I knew it would come to this," I said and smiled. They would not get rid of me that easily.No offense, Mr. Josephs, but your daughter just appeared out of nowhere and you want her to head the company? I know she is your family, but are you not being too impulsive? How can I be sure that my investment will be safe in this company?"I had just arrived at the confe
"What did Frank Lanka want? I saw him grab your arm," Dean asked as he drove Lydia back home.He had a nice smile on his face, but he was fuming inside. Lydia and I had met when she was overseas six years ago and he had been pursuing her ever since.Dean had been with her and stood by her whenever she needed a friend or someone to lean on.However, Lydia had not rejected him and neither had she accepted him. As he never ever expressed his feelings to anyone, she never ever brought it up either.Seeing another man falling for her made him a little apprehensive.Lydia sighed at Dean's question. That encounter with Frank had left her with a foul taste. She gave Dean a sidelong glance and answered, "A partnership.""Did you accept it?" Dean queried softly. He unconsciously flexed his grip on the steering wheel as he anxiously waited for Lydia's answer. His knuckles whitened from how tightly he was holding the wheel."I'll think about it." I told him, Lydia said and stared out of the windo
Frank's words hung in the air. He glared directly into Lydia's eyes as if searching for something, and his heart pounded hard against his chest. There was a moment of silence for a couple of seconds before Lydia gazed at him and spoke, "You mean me? Did you not hear my name when you first met me? I'm Lydia Josephs.""I know. It's just that you resemble someone I know. You share the same face but a different name and identity," I replied, my voice stern."I think Mr. Lanka mixed me up with someone else. I've never been to Charles State before, and I've never met you in my life," Lydia replied calmly. Deep down, I laughed with contempt. Yes, I am Ruth. I am also Lydia Josephs. I am home. I hated the man standing in front of me with passion. He was that cruel one during that time and left me for dead eight years ago. Though Frank seemed like a nice one during that time, I recognized him. He was my cunning husband who decided to rescue his ex and abandoned me for death. Despite the fact t
I was stunned.There was the woman on stage who looked like my late wife.Her face, her shape, her voice—there was a striking similarity between the two women.I scowled as I listened to Lydia Josephs give her speech."Ruth, is that you?" I asked myself, a look of confusion on my face.Lydia Josephs finished speaking and stepped down from the podium. The MC then told her that she would have to share the dance floor with her partner, Dean Anderson, a new mysterious young man who appeared to be a debonair new face in Charles State. He was tall and lean and had sandy brown hair and brown eyes.The guy, in a three-piece gray suit, grinned at Lydia and walked up to her. In front of everyone, he took Lydia's hand and asked, "May I have this dance, Lydia?"Lydia smiled and took his hand. They stepped onto the dance floor and moved to the beat.Dean glanced at Lydia as they danced. He grinned and said, "Congratulations, boss lady."Lydia grinned and said, "Thank you, Dean.""I'm the happiest
years laterThe top-class events facility in Charles State buzzed with activity. Josephs & Co, owners of the biggest jewelry company, had returned to the country to introduce their long-lost daughter to the world. Jack Josephs, a renowned jewelry craftsman, was a force to be reckoned with who had taken his family's jewelry company and made himself wealthy. He had always been at the front of the fashion parade in the jewelry industry. Everyone was always complimenting the jewels he made.But he left the country with his wife several years ago. All of them wished that they never had the chance to develop relations with the Josephs family. The Josephs family eventually came back. Most of the number one men and women in Charles State yearned to greet their hands with Jack Josephs, MD of Josephs & Co. They arrived in limousines and brought expensive gifts in an attempt to capture the hearts of the family.A reporter from KB Entertainment made a live appearance on television as they covered
I awoke to find myself tied to a chair. The cold of the damp air in the old warehouse seeped into my bones and I shivered helplessly. I could sense my heart pounding as I remembered the blow to the head and loss of consciousness. Was I kidnapped? I screamed, "Where am I? Help! Help me!""Relax, Ruth. Shouting isn't going to benefit you. I tried it myself, I swear," a voice I recognized rang in my ears. I glanced to the right and noticed Dera bound into a chair similar to mine. My eyes bulged with horror."What is it? Why were both of us kidnapped?" I asked, my chest pounding in terror. At the very back of my mind, I feared for the welfare of the child I carried within me. In case anything should happen to me, I would lose my baby."."Good question," a low male voice boomed somewhere in the warehouse. I spun back toward the voice and my heart ran wild when I saw four goons coming our way. The leader of the group, a bald man with yellow-stained teeth, had a pungent smell of alcohol on h
Frank was taken aback. Hearing those words from my mouth wasn’t something he’d anticipated. He glanced down at the papers in his hands—yes, they were a divorce petition and my resignation notice.He glared at me and demanded, "You’re throwing a tantrum over what happened a while ago. That’s why you’re giving me these papers?"I shook my head. "It's not that. I've been wanting to divorce for a long time now. Now that Dera's back, you can openly be with the woman you love."Frank laughed, a bitter, bitter laugh. He tore the papers in two, and I shrieked. "Why did you do that? You don't love me, why won't you divorce me?" I screamed. My voice was desperation-tinged, my heart thudded painfully in my chest.During the three years we were married, Frank never loved me. He'd held me at arm's length, never once being affectionate. I'd loved him, thinking that if I dedicated myself to him and loved him unconditionally, he'd come to love me. But three years had passed, and Frank's heart remaine
"Congratulations, you're pregnant!" I shook my hands, hugging the pregnancy test result to myself, the doctor's words still echoing in my head. Three years of trying finally paid off. The thought of holding our child one day filled me with excitement, even as an old ache lingered. Frank's emotional distance had been a constant, unspoken presence in our lives, but tonight, I hoped things would change. Maybe a child could be the bond that brought us closer together.Frank's voice pulled me back to reality. "What're you thinking about?" he asked, his hands busy unbuttoning his shirt. I stared at his chest, my cheeks flushing. Three years of marriage, and his looks still took my breath away—but not in the way they once did. Before I could respond, he stepped into the shower.The water hissed to life, and I waited until the steam blurred the bathroom door before pulling out the report. My smile faded. How would Frank react to this news? The shower turned off, and Frank emerged, water dripp...
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