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Amy Blanchard needed a fresh start while running away from her past and to do so, she agreed to work with Andrea Valentin. A man who was feared not only in high society, but also in the underworld. "Your responsibility and only priority has to be my son," he said to the girl as soon as she set foot in his house, but unlike his rude words and even the expected, Andrea showed himself every day, more gentle and attentive - which awakened in Amy, new feelings, but for Amy to live her new life and forget her past completely, she would have to masterfully avoid Andrea's twin brother, Alessin, a man who was not used to refusals and much less to something he could not have.
I faced the beach in front of Claire's house as if I could find all the answers to the questions in my chest. I could still feel the purple ones in my arms - hurt.
I had left a lot behind and did not regret it.
There was a reason for that, of course..., but honestly? I don't want to talk about it for now.
"Hello? Wake up from the moon world, little princess," Claire's voice called me and I laughed, it was no longer a surprise to have Claire mock me even when the sun was still rising I was sometimes grateful that she did not treat me differently.
"I think we take the early morning roll pretty seriously."
"Do you swear?"
She lit a cigarette and leaned on the balcony of her apartment.
It had been funny after all.
I got into going away without looking back and Claire just held me by the hand and decided to help me.
"It's 3 hours until your interview, how do you feel?"
I sighed.
"Anxious. Very anxious."
"Should I be, have you seen the rumors about the crazy twins? They're as good as the late old Valentin."
Right, even I knew who the Valentin family was, but that wasn't in my social circle anymore, it didn't make sense.
It was exhausting and not my problem.
I'd just be the drool of the little heir-to-be, that's all.
"Do you have experience with children?"
I couldn't stop laughing and she looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Yes, I do and I like children."
"Right."
His disbelief was too obvious.
Six hours later, I was there. In the luxurious office of Alejandro Valentin, the youngest son and also the one who inherited all the fortune and companies after the incident with his father.
The glass door opened as quickly as was humanly possible and a tall man with black hair and blue eyes entered; he was truly unmistakable. It had that air of superiority that few human beings were able to possess.
I straightened my posture and watched him sit in front of me.
Thanks to Claire I had the chance to be interviewed in her private office instead of going to the company.
"Miss... Blanchard, huh?"
His eyebrows curved like he was trying to figure out what was happening. What are the chances that he would know me?
Few, I tried to convince myself before my nervousness spoiled everything.
"Yes?"
"Do you have experience with children?"
"Yes, from the first 6 months of life until the age of 14. I worked at the Russian institution during my adolescence."
It was my perfect alibi and my best chance.
His face rose toward me.
"And why did you move to Italy?"
"It's a beautiful city and..., I wanted to start again."
It wasn't a total lie. Only partial.
The brunette in front of me examined my file again.
"You know you're gonna have to move into the mansion and your job would be full-time, don't you?"
I nodded my head.
"Yes, sir. I'm fully aware of that."
"Are you willing to give up an entire external life to care for a baby at such a young age? My son deserves all the attention and honestly do not want to have to get an extra nanny whenever you decide to go out with friends or have some unforeseen."
I felt my throat tighten. His tone was mildly rude and it was obvious that he did not believe me about wanting this job, should think that he was accepting it only for the amount they were willing to pay.
I sighed.
"Sir, I understand what my duties are and do not intend to go against them. I am aware that this requires me to devote time to the child and as I said earlier, I like to take care of children. Different from what you think, I don't usually go out and as you saw in my resume, I didn't have time to bond here and much less have friends to go out to parties, but still, even if I did, I wouldn't leave. I hate loud noises and songs that boil down to beats."
He raised an eyebrow, his face taken with a certain surprise and for the first time since entering - he seemed to look directly at me.
"Right... Miss Blanc. I'll be in touch."
I'm fucked, that's all I thought as I walked out of there and came home with no hope of getting that job.
As soon as I got to Claire's house and threw myself on the couch so tired that it seemed more like a boxing fight than an interview.
I had hated Alejandro Valentin as much as I had hated the groom my mother had introduced me to as a child.
He was like them, like all of them. A rich fool who only sees his belly button. But why had I expected something different? Why did he hate the media and had been called a black sheep? Well, you can't expect too much from someone like that.
A bath, yes. I need a bath.
I stood up without pretensions, without the slightest expectation, but when I returned from the bath, there was an email on my phone.
"We'd like to inform you that you passed the interview.
Go to the address attached to the email and bring your bags with you. You must meet the young master Valentin and settle into his chambers."
"I... did it," I said to myself as I hugged my phone, "it's time to start living my own life."
I was only 7 years old when I saw my entire family massacred. I was just a child, but those yellow fangs still tore the throats of everyone I loved, and those eyes, so similar to the red of the blood that flowed from my family - stared at me while the king spoke. "Take her away. This child must be kept in the dungeon with the rats and forgotten by humanity," he said those words and then left. He left me in a dark, cold place, in complete emptiness, and I never knew why all the happiness abandoned me, at least... not until those bars opened and a man smiled at me with his hand extended. "Do you want to avenge the king?" Amon asked me. "Then come with me, and I promise you that old man's head is all yours." He promised me, and that same night, I discovered that Amon Lykaios always keeps his promises, even when they involve killing his father.
Vincent made vows of love to me, promised to always be by my side, but when I realized it, he was smiling while he thought he had killed me. My own husband had planned my death. "Don't worry, dear. I don't make vows of love, but I guarantee that I can destroy anyone you wish, and besides..." - Matthew smiled as his hand went up my hip - "I can fuck you like no one ever has before." That man was dangerous, and I knew it in every inch of my body, but I couldn't help feeling safe and tempted by him. Matthew Ricci was my biggest weapon for the revenge I had planned and also my biggest desire at that moment.
She has fallen in love with a character from a book she has read a thousand times and after an incident, has awakened in her arms, but who knew that one's opinion could change so much upon seeing the actions of such a being up close. Even though she no longer sees him romantically, she wants to save him and his little son, she wants to give everyone a happy ending, but... what if they are right in the middle of THEIR happy ending? It should be okay, right? After all... This was never a story about King Callisto.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
PERMISSION IS TAKEN FRIM THE ORIGINAL, BE WARNED!! Do you believe in Myths? Just when she thinks it can't get any worse, it does. Lucy lost everything four years ago in a rogue attack. She's been abused, starved, rejected, and broken. As her eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things start to happen, things that only happen once every century. She finds friendship in the most unlikely place and escapes to find her true self with the help of the most dangerous Alpha. Warning: This werewolf trilogy is not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or anyone who doesn't enjoy a good spanking. It will take you on adventures around the world, make you laugh, fall in love, crush your heart and possibly leave you drooling.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."