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Would it be Love or Requital

A heiress to the famous Duke Walter went missing after an incident, she then wakes up in a strange location an island , but what's stranger was the fact that she had no memories of how she got there, or what had happened to her. The only thing she remembers is her name, but then she meets someone who happens to be the only person on the Island, and also someone who knows who she is. Eric; the Male lead, went over to the island to be away from everyone, but then Keerah came barging in and his plans for getting a peaceful time there was completely shattered. .... An average person would try their best to get back their memories after they woke up, but not Akeerah, she choose not to find out what happened to her. But not for long because she has to leave that island... When she left the island, she found out she was kidnapped, so she tries to get back her memories just to find out who were the people trying to hurt her. *** Akeerah vowed to seek revenge on the people who tried to hurt her... Do you think she would succeed... or would she forgive them. *** This book involves a weak to strong female protagonist, someone who used to see the world as a peaceful place with innocent people until she faced a near death experience by the people she trusted the most. The book tells the story of Akeerah, her love life, the choices she has to make, and what life forced her to become. **** The work is unedited, so expect a few grammatical errors here and there. If you're okay with all this, then proceed I hope you enjoy your stay... Ps. book arts doesn't belong to me.

Xeeraaruwa · Fantasy
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140 Chs

Home Pt two

Keerah's POV,

#previuosly

"What's with all these guys bowing at me though," I wondered out loud, before getting down from the car and walking over all those people.

I took slow steps like I was not going to reach them, but when I did they all bowed at me, well everyone did except the two people that I assume were my parents.

"This isn't the stone age or something, why are they all bowing at me," I wondered to myself, before returning the bow because I presume that was courtesy.

The petite looking woman looked far more beautiful than she did while I was staring at her from the car, now that I was standing in front of her.

The man was also good looking even though he looked like age was catching up with him.