In the opulent world of wealth and power, Zoe Parker, a talented writer with a passion for truth, is trapped in a legacy of crime and deceit as a reluctant mafia heiress. When she dares to defy Mateo Kincaid's ruthless demands, she risks losing everything - her freedom, her writing, and even her life.
"You'll regret this, Tesoro Mio," Mateo's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity.
But Zoe stands her ground, her eyes locked on his, "I'm a force to be reckoned with, not a possession to be added to your collection, Mateo Kincaid."
You'll learn to obey, Mio," Mateo insists. "No exceptions, no escape. You'll do your part."
But her response is a declaration of war, "I won't be a prisoner! You may have the power, Mateo, but I have the courage. And in the end that's what will set me free!" and Mateo's smile only hinted at the battles to come.
As she thread the dangerous world of Mateo, she must confront the blurred lines between love and loyalty, and decide where her heart truly belongs. If she succumbs to Mateo's demands, she'll lose her writing career and her independence, but if she resists, she'll risk her family's legacy and her own life.
Will she find the strength to shatter the chains of her family's legacy and forge her own path, or will she succumb to the darkness that haunts her? Dive into a world of intrigue, deception, and passion, where the lines between good and evil blur, and the battle for Zoe's soul has begun.
"I wish I had never met you!" Deepika's voice echoed across the classroom, each word a dagger to my heart.
"Excellent! At least we finally agree on something!" I fired back, even as a tear betrayed the storm of emotions within me.
With those final, stinging words, Deepika stormed out, leaving a heavy silence in her wake.
The classroom felt like a graveyard, and I stood there, rooted to the spot, desperately wishing I could chase after her and demand the truth.
Maybe letting her go was the right choice. Perhaps this is meant to be my unfinished love story, a tale of what-ifs and almosts...
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No Deepika. This can't be his bike. Not Arjun's.
But I couldn't deny what I saw-the familiar brown Royal Enfield, now twisted and crushed.
My heart hammered as I circled around, hoping, praying it wasn't true, until my gaze landed on the number plate: TN56 0809.
Arjun's bike.
Deepika! Stop imagining things! Arjun would be fine!
I felt the world shift, the noise around me blurring into a single, deafening hum. Ambulance and police sirens echoed, and a stranger's voice broke through: "Two boys. Spot dead. College students."
I clutched my chest, gasping for air as reality slammed into me.
"Arjun..." I whispered, barely holding myself together. Tears stung my face as I sank beside the wreck.
"No, Please, No!" My voice cracked as the weight of regret settled in, suffocating me.
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Ex-Crush:
More than just a crush, but a little less than love.
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Arjun and Deepika were hopelessly in love-only they never realized it.
Will they find their way to each other, or will their love story remain forever unfinished?
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Join Arjun and Deepika on a journey back to those dreamy college days-days where every moment felt eternal, love was unspoken yet ever present, where friendship bloomed like wildflowers, offering a sanctuary from the harsh winds of reality.
Come, wander with them through the corridors of college days, where the echoes of laughter still linger.