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Flower Fields

Heartbroken and adrift, Elena Hayes inherits more than just her late mother Sarah's beloved lavender farm, Wildhaven Blooms; she inherits a dying legacy and a well of grief she can't navigate. Leaving her high-pressure Chicago life behind, Elena returns to the sun-drenched valleys only to find the once-vibrant purple fields brittle and grey, mirroring the hollow ache within her. She's determined to save the farm, her last tangible connection to her vibrant mother, but the challenges are overwhelming, and her isolation is profound. Her salvation arrives unexpectedly in the form of Liam Carter, the quiet, capable handyman Sarah trusted. Their first meeting is a disaster – Elena, covered in mud and tears, wrestling a broken irrigation pump; Liam, calm and observant, offering help she stubbornly rejects. Yet, he doesn't leave. With steady hands and a deep understanding of the land – and of loss – Liam begins tending to the failing fields, gently breaking through Elena's walls of grief and self-doubt. As they work side-by-side under the vast sky, reviving the lavender row by row, an undeniable connection blossoms. Liam's quiet strength and unwavering support become Elena's anchor. He shows her not just how to nurture the plants, but how to reconnect with the simple beauty of life she'd forgotten in the city. He listens to her memories of Sarah, shares stories of his own past, and helps her see her mother's spirit alive in the very soil they cultivate. But saving Wildhaven Blooms isn't just about farming. Elena uncovers hidden financial struggles and a surprising secret in her mother's past that threatens the farm's future and shakes her understanding of her family. Facing this new crisis, Elena must decide if she's truly ready to put down roots and fight for this new life, or retreat to the safety of what she knew. "Flower Field" is a heart-touching romance about healing, finding strength in unexpected places, and the transformative power of love and nature. It's the story of a woman rediscovering herself through the legacy of her mother and the quiet devotion of a man who teaches her that even the most withered fields, and hearts, can bloom again with patience, care, and the courage to open up. As the lavender finally surges back to life, painting the valley in a breathtaking sea of purple, Elena realizes that her greatest inheritance wasn't the land, but the chance to rebuild her life, mend her heart, and find a love as enduring and fragrant as the fields themselves.
Malevolentnick · 1.4k Views

The Mafia Couple

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.
Rayne_Rue · 85.9k Views