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Leanna

COMPLETED [Mature Content] My life has no meaning. I'm forty years old, a middle age woman. Some say I have a fulfilling life, an architect with a high salary, a one-bedroom condo unit and a face that, although not the most beautiful, certainly warrants a second look. The only thing people criticize about me is the emptiness of my ring finger. I'm not married and don't have a family of my own. I don't feel anything about it. I don't need a man in my life, and I hate kids. The only thing I regretted was how I lived my life. Half of it wasted in school and the other half wasted in work. Before I knew it, I'm already old and at my deaths bed - alone and dying. THEN I WOKE UP FROM THE DREAM. ---- Read my other works: I am the Queen (FL) Genre: Fiction, Mature, Modern Romance, StrongFL, RichFL, PoorML, ColdML Realm Wars (ML) Genre: Epic Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Mature, R18, Romance, RPGelements, GAMEelements, OPmc Angels, Demons, Sprites, Elves, Beastmen Generation of Heroes (ML) Genre: Action, Adventure, Epic Fantasy, Friendship, Magic, Beasts, Game Elements, Multiple Leads, OPmc, Romance, War, Military Trinity the Last White Witch (FL) Genre: Werewolf, Vampires, Witches, Fantasy, R18, Mature, ColdML, StrongFL ---- Stalk me here: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter: MiuNovels ---- Donate for my Milk Addiction: PayPal: Miu.2017@yahoo.com

MiuNovels · Urban
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279 Chs

[Special Day]

[Leanna's POV]

[Special Day 💗]

Inside the entrance of our ranch, I was transported in a different world entirely that I had to re-enter to make sure that I was in the right lot.

There were hanging roses and lanterns on every tree, and at the path inside leading to our villa, there was an enchanting blur of white –– like a cave.

I tailed the laid out bundled of white roses, thinking along the way on how many roses were plucked for this day. I couldn't fathom on how did Cain plan out all of this.

When did he even arranged it?

The blur of white was getting closer now, and a gasp escaped my lips when I'd gotten a clear view of it.

It was like an entrance you see in those fairy tales. Flowers hanging down from trees made me feel like it was raining snow. Soft white petals carpeted the ground where blossoms and lights were positioned at the sides and background music in soothing symphony complete the whole appeal.

It was magical . . .