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This is for the readers who were interested in knowing about my latest work! Hopefully, it will be contracted and seen on the app soon! Synopsis:What do you do when your first love, who crushed your heart into a million pieces, crashes your engagement party and proposes a marriage?Certainly, you would show her the door and slip a ring on the fiancé's finger like a sane person. But Damien Callahan? He did the exact opposite. —Time stopped for Damien Callahan eight years ago when Anastasia, his first love, left him without explanation and moved to another continent and left him with nothing but their heartbreaking memories.Giving in to his family’s demands, he eventually agreed to marry his best friend. But on the day of his engagement, Anastasia returned and proposed marriage –A Contract Marriage to be exact. Damien is done playing the lovesick fool. If she wants a contract marriage, she will get it but he will make sure she regrets every second of it. The contract might be her
The door suddenly opened and a man entered the room. His striking good looks left both Anne and Coco stunned. How could a human being be so beautiful? Concern filled his voice as he looked at her and then turned to ask, “Is she alright?”“Yes, Mr. De Luca, the Princess is fine,” Daisy responded with a smile. Anne’s irritation flared at his tone. “First of all, I’m Anne Rose Swift,” she corrected firmly. “And stop calling me princess. It pisses me off.” Turning to the newcomer, she asked, “Who are you?” Comeon, her life was bullshit shit now! Who ever was writing the script of her life, please write something believable! The man responded confidently, “I’m your to-be husband.”Both Anne and Coco’s jaws dropped in disbelief. Coco clutched her mother’s leg and said, “Excuse me, handsome uncle, my mommy is my daddy’s wife.”Without hesitation, the man replied, “Your mother is Sabrina Taylor, and your father is Nathaniel Hart who, god bless his soul, is no longer alive.”Coco’s eyes burn
Anne's heart skipped a beat as she heard her father's name in the story.“Your father,” Daisy continued, “He was Nikolai Hart's right-hand man. Jacob was an orphan who was handpicked from the streets by Nikolai as he saw potential in him. He had sworn to serve Nikolai loyally but when Belrose first laid eyes on him, she was determined to have him. As stubborn as she was, she wouldn’t accept no for an answer.”Anne's mind raced, trying to piece together the story of a man she once thought she knew and a mother whose existence felt more like a myth. She had a very twisted life from the begining and it was no less than a storyline of a soap opera. A father who she thought was a normal office going man turned out to be a mafia man. The woman who gave birth to her, and Anne thought the same woman who abandoned her during the time of her birth was a mafia boss who considered herself as a queen. Daisy added in a tone that had an underlying anger to it, “Jacob struggled with his loyalty to N
Tallan nodded in agreement. “Until one day, Jacob came to her. He was desperate for help because his master was losing.”Anne rolled her eyes. How coud her dad be such an asshole? He rejected this woman who was ready to move heavens and hell for him! When she decided to stay away and protect her heart, he was there to ask for her help! This was such an emotional manipulation. Daisy’s voice was heavy with memories as she spoke. “We lost track of everything after that night. She refused to help the Harts and turned them away. Weeks later, she announced she was moving to New York. Soon after, we received a message from her. She informed us that she had purchased an island and wanted us all to move there with her to build a new life. We assumed she was heartbroken and wanted to escape the painful memories that we all made in America by moving to a distant place. This island was barren. A few thousands of people loved here who used to work as bondage labourers. She freed them and made the
Anne whispered, her voice filled with sorrow. “Coco, I feel so stupid. How can this be my life? I have spent my entire life blaming my mother for abandoning me, and now…” She looked at her daughter and added with pain, “Now I find out it was never that simple.”Coco hugged her mother tightly while she was speaking with a calm and perceptive tone. “Mommy, I understand how sad you must feel and I get why you are upset. But think about it. How can we trust these people? We don’t know them. We have barely met them. They practically kidnapped us! They seem suspicious and I don’t think we can trust them.”Anne suddenly looked at Coco, her eyes narrowing as realization dawned. “You are right, baby! We can’t trust them. They know my weak spot and are trying to manipulate me with it. Until I have concrete proof that they are telling the truth, I would not believe a word they say.”Coco nodded in agreement, relieved to see her mother regaining her strength back. Anne could not believe that a sev
“Is this my mother?” Anne asked, her voice filled with skepticism. Her seven years old daughter reminded her to not trust these strangers no matter how persuasive they looked. She wondered how strong the Harts genes were that they kids were extremely intelligence even at this age. While her son had a skyrocketing IQ, her daughter had an astonishing EQ. Suddenly, she was so proud of the little darlings that she had raised. At the same time, she felt scared that she might never be able to return to New York and the new babies would be away from their family. She felt bad especially for Nicholas, who was extremely excited for this pregancy. He must be worrying too much right now. She just wished that he took it easy and take care of himself more at this time. She took a deep breath and came out of her thoughts. Amir nodded as his was gaze fixed on the portrait.Anne studied the painting. The woman in the portrait wore a sleek pantsuit while holding a gun in his hand. She has with an ai
Amir muttered under his breath, “She’s crazy.”A tall man in his late sixties, with a weathered face and a hint of weariness in his eyes, responded, “She’s Belrose’s daughter. Madness runs in their blood.”Amir acknowledged him with a nod. “Mr. Williams, how are you?”“I am well,” the old man replied, studying the painting with a critical eye. He sighed deeply, shaking his head. “Prince Amir, your father was never much of a painter.”Amir let out a resigned chuckle. “That, he certainly was not. Anne wanted to see a picture of her mother.”Mr. Williams continued to scrutinize the portrait. “This doesn’t capture Belrose at all, except for the eyes, hair, and chin. The rest? It’s just an idealized version your father imagined. She looks more like his fantasy than the woman she truly was.”Mr. Williams’s voice was calm but direct, carrying the experience that he gained all these years. “If you want her to see her mother’s real image, you know who you need to talk to.” His words were pointe
When Anne returned to the castle that was more as her prison, she noticed a man in a black suit waiting at the entrance. Near him, Daisy, Hugo, and Tallan stood with their heads bowed. As soon as Prince Amir spotted the man, his entire posture changed. He stiffened with both apprehension and unease.The man acknowledged Amir with a formal greeting before delivering his message. “The Queen has sent word. She requests that the esteemed guest be moved to her residence.”Amir’s reaction was immediate. His tone was very sharp and defensive. “Anne is comfortable here.” His discomfort was evident and Anne sensed the tension between the two men. She tried to piece together the unspoken conflict between the two to take advantage of it. He turned to her, his voice was almost pleading. “Right, Anne?”But does she care? She hated Amir more than anyone right now. Anne smiled softly. She said, “Actually, I would like to meet her.” The man’s expression turned to a satisfied smile. “Thank you, Mrs.