~A romance full of drama, twists, and passion~ After a romantic disappointment, Paulina Perez, a shy governess, decides it's time to change and accepts the help of the biggest womanizer she knows, Simon Salvatore, her employer. Against all of his rules, Simon teaches Paulina the art of seduction. However, between lessons, it becomes difficult not to fall victim to his own tricks. ~ She had a problem. Even though his attitude went against all of his rules, Simon crouched in front of the governess. Amidst the tears, Paulina's surprise was visible as she looked at him. "What happened?" "Nathaniel said that I'm too good for him, that he doesn't want to deceive me and won't continue with me," she replied between sobs. "He gave you the brush off," he summarized without thinking, regretting it when she gave in to compulsive crying. ~*~ He was the solution. "Being too puritanical only drives men away," Simon argued. "I don't condemn your dream of finding Prince Charming, who will give you a 'happily ever after.' But even if he existed, he wouldn't stay with someone who runs away at the slightest touch." "I don't know how to be or act differently." "I can teach you. Just ask." Paulina looked at him astonished, and Simon thought about saying it was a joke. However, before he withdrew the offer, Paulina gathered her courage and asked, "Simon, teach me to be a different woman, more...sensual." Teach me Learning has never been so pleasurable
Simon Salvatore ran in circles through the garden, his little arms open, a wide smile of satisfaction on his face as the wind's strength collided against it and tossed his hair around. It was like flying. He loved the sensation, but above all, he loved hearing the tiny laughter of his playmate, Paulina Perez, the daughter of the Salvatore mansion's housekeeper and driver.
The girl, two years younger, was sitting on the patchwork mat on the porch, her gentle amber eyes watching fascinated as her friend spun around and around.
"Come on, Lina! It's fun!"
"No. Last time, I got dizzy, fell, and Mom scolded me," she recalled, her cheeks flushed with the early November spring heat.
Simon stopped spinning. Upset, he climbed the three steps that led to the porch and sat next to her.
"It's not fun without you," he grumbled, pouting, earning the crystalline laughter of his friend, who, a little embarrassed, placed her hand on his.
Simon admired her small smile, her flushed face, and her beauty. Paulina looked like a porcelain doll, like the ones his mother kept on the highest shelf in the sewing room. Fair-skinned, rosy lips, delicate, always in a floral lace dress. The difference was that she had permission to play with Lina. Although she refused some games, such as climbing trees, spinning on the lawn, and playing with mud balls, Simon still liked her very much and wanted her to be by his side forever.
His attention was drawn to voices on the mansion's side. He saw his mother accompany his father to the car. Paulina's father was keeping the back door open for the boss. Simon smiled when his mother kissed his father's lips before letting him go to work. Every morning they repeated that gesture, and Simon wondered if that was what kept them together.
He turned to his little friend, who was also watching the scene, and, imitating his mother, kissed Paulina on the mouth.
That was when everything changed in his life. In that brief moment, after that brief kiss.
Suddenly, her mother appeared screaming and pulled Paulina away from him. Terrified, he heard the woman, always so kind, scold him harshly.
His mother approached, confused by the shouting, and Paulina's mother told her about the kiss and said that he had taken indecent liberties with her daughter. The two women started a heated argument. Confused, Simon cried out of fear that his kiss had hurt his friend and that was why her mother was so angry with him.
After that day, Paulina's mother never gave him permission to play with her again, nor did she allow them to be alone in the same place.
Simon didn't understand what was so wrong with his kiss, but he didn't have the courage to ask or complain about the growing distance between him and Paulina.
He became angry with Perez, with himself, and with the terrible idea of kissing her to unite them forever. The effect was the opposite; every day they grew further apart, ignored each other, and, over time, became strangers in the same house.
Sara dedicated ten years of her life to Rodrigo Montenegro, her husband. ~ "Screaming won't solve our problems, it just annoys me, Sara," he said. "Everything annoys you," she retorted, tired of fighting for that marriage. "I wish I had never fallen in love with a self-centered, emotionless person... I want to erase you from my heart forever..." She hadn't finished unloading her anger and frustration when, driving over a puddle, the car skidded. ~ A time erased from her memory by an accident. She was startled and pulled her hand back when she saw a tall, imposing stranger standing beside her. "Still angry?" He ran his fingers through his short hair, the dry tone revealing his displeasure with her behavior. "Sara, let's stop this foolish fight." "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know you." ~ In search of answers, she rekindles old relationships. "Long time no see." With his hands on her waist, he looked her up and down with interest. "You look very beautiful." "Thank you." Sara smiled shyly. Time had been kind to Robson; her ex-boyfriend had become more masculine, handsome, and charming. ~ While falling in love again with her husband. "I'll never tire of making you mine, Sara," Rodrigo confessed, caressing her face. Sara couldn't remember anyone devouring her like that. That was definitely a good reason to have married him, she thought amidst the haze of passion enveloping her mind and body.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]
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!"
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.