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Destined To Be Mates

In the city that never sleeps, a billionaire heir and CEO, Tyson, finds himself trapped in a desperate bid to save his dying girlfriend, Lila. Driven by love and fear, he makes a shocking decision - marrying Skylar, a medical doctor who saves Lila's life with a selfless organ donation. But here's the twist: Tyson feels nothing for Skylar, and his bitter attitude towards her hides a dark secret. Unbeknownst to the world, Tyson is the Alpha of a feared Werewolf pack, a truth known only to a select few. But there's another secret, one that even Tyson himself can't recall - his childhood friendship with Skylar, the woman he once loved. Skylar, determined to rekindle their lost connection, vows to make Tyson remember her, no matter the cost. As Lila grows increasingly unhinged, she'll stop at nothing to destroy the marriage, weaving a web of deceit to fuel Tyson's hatred towards Skylar. But Lila has secrets of her own - secrets that could destroy them all. Behind her fragile beauty lies a hidden truth, a truth that threatens to upend everything. As the battle for Tyson's heart intensifies, secrets begin to unravel. What sparked Tyson's memory loss? Who is Skylar, really? And what lies beneath Lila's perfect exterior? Is she the damsel in distress she seems, or a master manipulator hiding in plain sight? In this gripping tale of love, lies, and supernatural secrets, Tyson must confront his true identity and the darkness within. But will he survive the truth about the women in his life? Dive into a world of secrets, lies, and forbidden love, where the lines between truth and deception blur. Will Tyson uncover the mysteries of his past and his heart, or will the darkness consume him? The fate of their love hangs in the balance - find out what happens next.

DianaLonge · Kỳ huyễn
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Let Him Come

Skylar got out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and in the process of toweling her hair. She was so focused on what she was doing, she hadn't noticed the figure sitting on the chair, hidden in the shadows.

She hung the towel on the towel rack and picked up a hairbrush to begin brushing her hair. When she had brushed it to an extent - her hair was curly and there was only so much brushing she could do - she packed her hair into a loose bun and sighed in satisfaction.

She felt clean and refreshed and was glad to have gotten the smell of Jeremy off her. Now, instead of smelling like a decaying corpse, she smelt like peaches and vanilla with a very tiny hint of strawberry. It took about an hour of scrubbing but she felt very clean and she was happy.