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Echoes of her kiss

Echoes of her kiss

Tamuz14

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A quiet, brooding seaside town-out of season, filled with gray skies, the scent of salt, and crashing waves. A distant lighthouse watches like a sentry over secrets buried in time. Juliet Johnson returns after eight years-now a solitary, reclusive artist-summoned by a letter from her brother, Jones. She is met by the chilling familiarity of the town and memories of Mario Telly, the man she once loved and left behind. The lighthouse becomes a recurring symbol: a guide, a warning. Lewis Johnson, her calculating and image-obsessed father, is running a campaign for regional governor. His reputation, built on false morality and suppressed scandals, depends on alliances. His current project: grooming Anderson Williamson, the ambitious son of wealthy industrialist Taylor Williamson, as Juliet's future husband. Jones, Juliet's brother, serves as the campaign's loyal executor-cleaning scandals, controlling narratives, and silencing dissent. He believes loyalty to their father is a noble cause. Juliet sees it as servitude. Juliet is introduced to Sophia Williamson, her father's illegitimate daughter. Sophia, sharp-witted and ambitious, has grown up in the shadows and seeks her place in the family legacy. Juliet is torn between empathy and mistrust. Mario Telly, now a local fisherman and folk hero, bears the scars of Juliet's departure. Once the town's golden boy, his opposition to Lewis's politics made him an outsider. He is the voice of the town's truth-bitter, honest, and unforgiving. As Lewis prepares for a major political gala, Juliet discovers documents hidden in her father's study-evidence of land acquisitions, bribery, and the silencing of whistleblowers, all orchestrated in tandem with Taylor Williamson. The lighthouse grounds, she learns, are to be sold for development. Juliet rekindles a hesitant connection with Mario. He reveals her father's role in the downfall of his family's boat business. They begin planning a subtle resistance-Juliet with her paintings, Mario with the support of townspeople. At the grand gala, Juliet publicly unveils a haunting painting series: abstract, storm-laden seascapes hinting at corruption, decay, and betrayal. Whispers spread like wildfire. Lewis fumes. Taylor wants to stop the damage. Anderson, feeling used and manipulated, turns on his father. Sophia confronts Lewis, declaring she will not be hidden or shamed. Jones begins to crack under the pressure of conscience. The town awakens. News spreads. Journalists arrive. Lewis tries to buy Juliet's silence, but she refuses, choosing truth over family legacy. Mario and Juliet stand together at the lighthouse, watching the sea consume the gray morning. Sophia starts her own political podcast, exposing power games and giving voice to the silenced. Anderson leaves politics for good. Jones vanishes from the public eye, disillusioned. Lewis's empire crumbles. Juliet, though uncertain of what comes next, opens a gallery in the town. The lighthouse still stands-weathered but resilient. Much like Juliet. Blurb a story about broken ties of loyalty, hidden truths, and the kiss that changed everything. Sophia Williamson once had faith in family, legacy, and most importantly, her husband, Taylor Williamson, a powerful patriarch with as many ambitions as he had secrets. Sophia, on the other hand, begins to question everything she once defended as their son spirals into scandal after scandal, fueled by privilege and disdain for the women he rejects. As Taylor's elite circle presses them further into moral compromise, domestic tensions rise. Unbeknownst to them, Juliet-quiet, observant, and dangerously underestimated-has been listening. She hears everything, including the manipulation, the deception, and the deals made in the shadows, behind closed doors and carefully selected smiles. Juliet knows she is just a pawn in Taylor's political chessboard, used to secure an image that never truly included her. But knowledge is power, and a single kiss-given in trust, taken for granted-becomes the echo that exposes a dynasty built on lies. One question now looms: How many lives must be broken before the truth is revealed, as Sophia confronts her husband and Juliet contemplates vengeance.

Chapter 1 A Return to Gray Shores

Chapter 1

A Return to Gray Shores

The seaside town hadn't changed so much, its looks the same as it is in six years. Juliet Johnson stepped off the bus, and went into the wind-swept gray that stretched across the shoreline like a sorrowful song she as sang in the past. The skies were brooding,in a low and thick mood, while the ocean beat itself against the rocks with relentless thunders tuning in the moods. The town had always been quiet, in the off-season shores, a ghost in waiting to welcome you. And Juliet, has now become a solitary artist, whose name floated in coastal galleries and whispered in art magazines, had returned not for inspiration to emerged, but for a wound she felt to never stopped nursing it for years to come.

Juliet had left as a girl in the past,being of privilege to have certain lifestyles, as Lewis Johnson's daughter, a Man with a reputation to uphold and a future not to be fix tears on,with her to write the right paths to follow. But she had lived another life that becomes displeasing, to the brief of his secretly planned path for her, passionately with a boy that life had beaten with it tunes of poor states, who wore no name tag of esteem attached to his name. Maro Telly had come from the gutters he dwells in, of the town, a boy with calloused hands and eyes full of defiance to consume what he had never had. He was everything Juliet had never been allowed to have in her whole entire life. And for six months, she lived,in such a life fully packed with the unknown not as the Johnson heiress, but as a woman discovering her rhythm to life, to circumvent the path-lining of her own heart.

Their love bloomed toward a shinning light that have no ending parts, in a hidden corners, that the piers, at midnight, in an alleyways painted with sea sprays and moonlight, in the old inn near the coffee shop, by the cliffs where they shared their first and last kiss to memorized. Then at last, she was ripped away from a predestined by unplanned, that do not belongs to her but packed by others, her goodbye kiss was being reduced to silence at last. Her father's men ensured to it there was no trace of Maro lingered in her life in anyway. They called it protection at long last, but decency, and duty do not play a role in her thought she has to live with. But Juliet had never agreed to this kind of deals and life path of her father.

Now, that she is back to continue the life she left behind, the weight of brushes and heartbreak to carry a love she has never felt before in her life, is in her bags she felt to continue. She rented the same attic room at the inn to make sure he finds his way back to her life. The bed still creaked, in the same way when she met him. The salt still seeped into the wood as it were in the past. And in her dreams and all her thought makes her wore a sack clothing's in her heart, Maro's voice still whispered how much he loves her, and her name like a prayer that will never end and a curse to a family that ceases her life fully of love, cares and bonding at the first instance they met.

In the distance time, the lighthouse blinked against the fading dusk in a night. She remembered him telling her once how it radiants heart of people, and "that the light is for people like them who are in love and. Lost, their path-lining due to unevenness in the society, but not without hope and a fight in navigating their lope sided life."

Juliet ran her fingers along the windowsill which is full packed with memories, of the old inn's top floor that will never be an ending path to her life mainstay to her heart. This was where they had stood in as she await his love being profess to her countlessly, being pressed against each other a feeling that is so unending to navigate, as the ocean howling like a witness in the desert. Maro had kissed her thought of love, full packed with love, hope and kindness of words has professed to her everything, in a rage of his burning desires for her, as he is longing in hunger and when it ended with such a short notice to shine, she tasted both salt and the ache of parting life strokes to the aches to her life.

She had come back here to remember this to have this an unending thought about love in her life, but what frightened her the most, was that nothing had faded aways which brings back an unending memories to life. The memories were sharp and vivid in away it is too unidentical to express a thought that radiants the hearts. The paint on the walls of his loving memories, may have chipped in an untouchable words too symmetrical to forget and he is no longer there, but the moment hadn't. She could almost hear the rustle of Maro's jacket as if he was close by, feeling the weight of his hand on her waist being rapped with it, and see the fire in his gaze burning unendlessly.

The innkeeper, an old woman with knitted brows, had recognized her right from the onset "You're back," she had said. No need for names I know you. Juliet's return was a whisper that had never being left alone in that city, would soon become a storming tomb to life as she awaits the unknown and love to shower her with good fortunes once again.

Juliet sat on the porch as she thought of revolting against her father's wishlist towards her future, as night crept in, with so much silence and things to remember about Mario Telly, a love that would have never seen the light of day. The wind was so cold now with loneliness that have befallen her in her heart.Stronger than this, she wondered where Maro had gone to this particular hour when she could need his caress. Had he stayed too longer than the time they spent together? Had he risen against her father''s wish? Or had the town's cruel hierarchies buried him for good to navigate her life path?. All these thoughts were in her dwell in her mind awaited his presumption arrival.

And then, like a ghost being conjured by longing desires awaited for, she saw him standing from across the street. Being taller, broader shoulders, and older, but is it still Maro she wondered. He was leaning against a streetlamp on the street, his coat flapping in the wind in the dead of the night, his is being eyes fixed on her as if he wants to feast on her, it was even as if he'd been waiting since the moment she left the town.

He didn't smile or blink his eyes for her sudden appearance. He didn't even wave his hands. He was just standing there and watching her as her beauty radiants the eyes of her wishful prey.

Juliet's breath caught cut short immediately with excitement. Where she was in the inn, the waves, the storm all became quiet immediately, for a heartbeat to take the glory.

Lewis Johnson her father, had built his name with precision in that country. A reputation too unblemished by scandal to come by, guarded too well, with iron fists and gilded masks to be removed easily. For him, Juliet's youthful affair to a nobody, had been a blemish worth erasing due to certain factors set aside other being planned, other than this. He had done what powerful men did, by removing the problem she was about to cause. He sent Juliet to Europe under the disguise of education to be furthered, locked Maro away from her in the folds of memory, and arranged a future he could control for her.

Anderson Williamson was part of that pre-planned future to her blossom and grand lifestyle for she to dwell in. The son of a family, that has made enough old money and clean paper trails to be respectable in the modern day society. He was presumably kind, predictable, and soulless in Juliet's eyes to set hold of as a man to replace mario Telly. A man handed to her like a contract tiles too good to be true.

Jones Johnson, her brother her elder brother, also had enforced their father's plans with grim dedication and we'll be communicable thoughts that is for her betterment. He wasn't cruelest of them all, he is just convinced that the world worked only when it is wheeled, and were greased by influencing path-lining of people. Jones had powers, and with it, a blindness that believed he could purchase happiness for sadness and for everyone, including Juliet and her desirous love for Mario Telly.

Taylor Williamson, Anderson's father was different. Twisted by wealth, bored by privileges, and he believed the world was owed to him even when thing are being twisted and sidelined. He sees women like trophies being won, and love was like a performance that you shower with monies and gifts, and truth was a story he could well rewrite from Greek to English .Juliet had always found his presence with her unsettling and full with his gazing lingered eyes too long to be stared upon, his laughter also come too quickly, and his morals were paper-thin to her.

Each of their world had been built on appearances too much to be remembered. Juliet's return threatened to crack it open wide.

When Juliet walked into the town's evening gala night, every eye turned towards her. Maro arrived moments later, dressed in black clothering, uninvited but undeniable to do so. Gasps rose, conversations halted because of them. Lewis's face paled and full with so much hatred and anger. Anderson stiffened, and Taylor smirked knowingly too. Maro met Juliet's gaze and gave the faintest nod to him. The past had arrived he said unashamed of my status, and no one could ignore the quiet detonation of both of them presence and their reunion caused. Jones who stepped forward to them, fury shadowing his face to disapprove it.Juliet, poised but burning inside her with gladness, and she whispered, "This time in my life, I choose." And the town, and its power, its rules my life, but its fragile peace, began to unravel.

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Blurb: "The Trophy Wife's Revenge" In the sprawling ultra-modern coastal city of Verona Bay, where opulence masks a web of corruption and crime, Valeria Moreau finds herself at the heart of a dangerous game. Valeria Kane appears to have everything-wealth, status, and a life of luxury-because she is married to Marcus Kane, a powerful but cruel man. But beneath the surface, her marriage is a façade, hiding dark secrets that threaten to destroy her. When private detective Adrian Wolfe is hired to spy on Valeria, he quickly realizes that there is more going on than just a simple affair. He has a sharp mind and a dark past. As he uncovers the layers of betrayal, he begins to question his loyalty and motivations. A woman with a burning desire for justice is hidden behind Valeria's cold exterior, and her aspiration to exact vengeance on those who have wronged her is beginning to take shape. Her ferocious best friend and criminal partner, Isabella "Izzy" Saint Valerie, stands by her side and is determined to assist her in retaliating against the men who have abused and abused her. Victor Crane, Marcus Kane's loyal bodyguard and enforcer, serves as both a protector and a constant reminder of the power Marcus holds over her life. Elena Martell, an investigative journalist, is hot on their trail, desperate to uncover the truth behind the city's elite corruption. But the stakes are higher than anyone realizes when Damien Cross, Valeria's ex-lover, resurfaces, bringing with him a trail of unresolved passion and danger. Meanwhile, Governor Nolan Trent, a crooked politician whose ties to Verona Bay's underground crime syndicate run deep, holds the key to unlocking the final pieces of the puzzle. As Valeria's plan unfolds, secrets are revealed, alliances shift, and everyone is forced to confront their darkest desires. Will Valeria be able to reclaim her life, or will the corrupt city of Verona Bay consume her? Action, suspense, love, betrayal, and the struggle for power in a city that plays by its own rules make up The Trophy Wife's Revenge, a high-stakes thriller. In a game where only the most dangerous players can survive, secrets will be exposed, loyalties will be tested, and lives will be destroyed.

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