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Mr. Ceo’s Secret Obsession

Phoebe gazed up at the man, his hazel green eyes sparkling like precious gems in the moonlight. She had never been one to believe in deities, but in that moment, he seemed almost divine, bathed in a sliver of light that highlighted his features. “Take this,” he said, offering her a handkerchief. She hesitated, unsure whether to accept it. Eventually, she took it from him, feeling the soft fabric in her hands. “Come with me,” he offered with a hint of a smile. “I can make all your worries disappear.” “What do you have to offer?” she asked warily. “Money, wealth, power? I have no use for any of that.” He grinned mischievously. “Will my body be enough?” “Give me your room number.” — Rumor has it that Jack Lorenzo was an old man with three children and despite being wealthy beyond comparison no woman in Ashford City wanted to marry him. Plagued by his married best friend's to settle down, the 30-year-old CEO hasn't found the one yet. But as fate would have it, his eyes fell upon a woman, and he made a vow – he would stop at nothing to make her his. Phoebe Sheldon knows betrayal all too well, having suffered at the hands of the man she had thought to be her forever. The night she found out her lover had been cheating on her with her step sister she met a man and he handed her a handkerchief. Little does she know, this fleeting interaction will inadvertently alter the course of her life forever.

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Eros Constantine

Eros Constantine, the son of a known genius artist and a legendary business magnate, stood on the balcony of his multimillion dollar mansion, fingers clutched on the steel railing with a cigarette in his mouth.

The rain stopped pouring moments ago, clearing the sky.

As he watched the infinite number of stars dispersed on the boundless sky he pondered if people's lives were intertwined like stars linked together to form a constellation.

His fingers groped for the lighter on the top of the glass table, and he lit the cigarette between his lips.

As he puffed smoke into the air, he remembered the woman he saved from bleeding to death on the chilly pavement, unable to decide if meeting her was just a coincidence or fabricated by fate.

Was it just a coincidence that he got a flat tire just in front of the hospital as the first gunshots rang out?