Diana is a seventeen-year-old student, who sees her life totally change after the loss of her mother, under the tutelage of her gambling-addicted stepfather, is kidnapped due to her debts, by the ruthless Maxwell Benavente, an Italian mobster. What he doesn't expect is that instead of a teenager as he expected, Diana is a real temptation, to him, who is about to get married. In order not to become a prostitute, the girl looks for ways to fool the gangster with housework in his nightclub, what he doesn't expect is that the girl is more than just a woman, being the daughter taken from his greatest enemy in the mafia.
- Let's wait a little longer... - I heard my uncle say, we were both looking at my mother in bed getting sick, until she started foaming at the mouth, I got out of her embrace, with her staring at both of us, I ran out in desperation screaming for help. - Help, help, help, help, my mother's in distress! - I shouted for all the neighbors to hear, but in vain knocking on all the doors in despair, some came out, others didn't, they were just a group of curious people who had formed at the door of the house, in the end no one really had any interest in helping.
- Diana! - I saw Uncle Tales standing in the doorway with his hands in his pockets calling me close to them, with a serious look on his face - Diana is hopeless! - I froze at that moment, what did he mean by there's no way out? I looked at my uncle who crossed the street towards me, and once again patiently took my hand and looked into my eyes. - What do you mean? - He interrupted me at that moment, nodding. - Your mother has just passed away my dear! - I looked at him, something surged inside me, pain and regret surged when I heard the news, tears welled up in my eyes, falling without stopping, I denied it couldn't be true, maybe it was really because of regret or just the loss, the truth is that the last words I said to my mother was that I hated her, I called her a liar, I want to know who my father is, about him and once again as always she refused to tell me.
I was tired of asking, of always questioning and she never told me who he was, where he went, there were only a few memories left, which I was already forgetting, and as always she ran away, refusing to give me the answers that were important to me. But seeing her lifeless, was too painful, she was all I had in life, my mother, she was always the one who would pick me up at the police station, or at school after a fight and/or suspension, she was always trying to make me see life from other angles, and I refused. I looked at her lifeless body, she was no longer there with me.
That same day the people from the Medico-Legal Institute came, they packed him up and removed his body, I watched everything from the bedroom door, and once again as always gentle, I saw my uncle calling them in the corner to give him some cash, Uncle Thalles was always great to me, but I always saw him only as an uncle, and for someone who longs for the return of his father to pick him up, a stepfather was not enough, I need to know about my father, who is he? What is his name? What does he like to do? If I am like him, because I am very different in everything from my mother, from physical appearance, to personality, we were always in conflict. Why did he never come after me? But the main thing, why is he gone? It didn't take long for the funeral to be organized, after the goodbyes, once again I was embraced by some acquaintances, neighbors, my closest colleagues, most of the time I was wrapped in hugs by my uncle.
- Do you know what was the last thing I said to your mother? - I nodded, it was a gray day and it was raining a little. - That everything will go on just the same, only now I will take care of you, and you will take care of me. - I smiled weakly, my face heavy at that man who was always there, with yellowish skin, green eyes, light hair, a little chubby, I loved my mother, but the secret around my father tortures me, every memory I try hard to remember, they flee from me, I was forgetting everything about him, I only had the black stone ring on my finger left in my memory, worse than the only person I had left, I lost without knowing how to give him due value, she took the most important secret of my life to the grave. Everything about my father!
Two months passed quickly after his death, and really nothing changed, except for the lack of her, my uncle really cared for me. - Diana, wake up for breakfast! - I had been awake for a while, just updating my playlist to listen to my biology and English classes, since at least this one I passed, after my mom left, I left the parties and the mess aside, my eighteenth birthday would come in a week, I added dark tones to my closet, lately some slow songs come to me and I keep turning everything over in my mind not to forget my dad, and now her, my mom.
- Ready for today? - I asked excitedly, until she points with her chin across the street, I didn't look, I always knew who it was, he was always there watching us. - Let's forget it, I don't want to look at this idiot's face any time soon. - I walked arm in arm with my friend, going towards the classroom, in fact, forgetting Paulo, my first passion in life was not easy, but after spreading to everyone at school that he was my first man, he lost my heart, it was so close, so easy, he threw it away, with the loss of my mother, we drifted further and further apart, he tried a reconciliation, but for me, I only saw an idiot in front of me.
- Good morning girls! - I completely ignored him as he passed us in the living room. - Good morning Paulo! - I looked at the only one who answered, it was Cristina, I sighed in resignation. But before I could say anything about it, I saw him appear in front of me. - Diana, how long will you keep playing these stupid games?
I looked at his blue eyes, his smooth white skin, his dark brown hair neatly combed back, his thin nose, wearing his school uniform, he's handsome and he knows it, but I don't have to forgive him, he tried to grab my chin, I stepped back. - How long do you think I should play this game? You tell me, if just by putting your mouth on my breasts you went around the whole school saying what didn't happen, what will you say if it does?
I said in a loud voice, causing everyone to be surprised, I was already tired of the buzzing around corners, and looking at me, I saw the boy in front of me turn red and dull. - Diana. - I smiled, my answer had already been given, everyone has always known that I can't control my words, what did he want? Soon I felt the tug on the sleeve of my blouse, I looked at Paola beside me, disguisedly looking forward to tucking a blond lock of hair behind her ear. - Oh no! No. - I retorted, hadn't I done that? I did, Professor Mark was still standing near the table watching us attentively, his eyes fixed on us, and this was definitely a sure thing, my Uncle Thales would know about it that very afternoon.
Hours Later
- How could you, Diana? I trusted you, I always defended you to your mother, and look at you, while I was defending you at home what were you doing? - I shook my head sitting on the couch, it was the first time I had ever seen my uncle so agitated, pacing back and forth while he kept talking to me. - Uncle, it wasn't like that, I... I... had been dating Paulo for... - I lost my voice as he stared at me, his eyes were altered, upset.
- So you had already been dating Paulo? - I nodded, and received a sharp slap on the side of my face that burned with surprise, it burned like never before in my life, it was not my first slap in the face, from him, yes, but from my mother there had been some, we were always in conflict, but this was the first time he hit me. I put my hand on the side of my face feeling the tears fall. - What did you do? - He confirmed, giving me the utmost certainty that yes, he had hit me. - What do you think I am? Santa Claus, I help you with your homework, feed you, buy you clothes, and what do you think you are, Cinderella Diana? - I denied, while my face still hurt from the slap.
- From this day on, you will no longer go near this boy, straight home after school, and if you insist, no, you don't want to see my worst face Diana, I swear you'll regret it bitterly if you force me to reveal my other side. - As he got closer I noticed his red eyes, in the thirteen years I have known him I have never seen him so upset. - What will happen to me uncle? I'm going to fail, I need to study? Is this how you promised to take care of me? - He smiled nodding, this scared me, but I am Diana Fontenelle I would not let myself be tormented by him. - No, you can't do that, I'm going to be eighteen and you're not my father.
He affirmed with his hands on his hips. - No, I'm not, I never wanted to be your father, Diana, you dare walk through this door and we'll see if anyone on this street knowing your reputation as a bad daughter, seeing the headaches you gave your mother, will help you get away from me, what will you say? That I beat you? That I forbid you to go out? - I denied it, with the recurring arguments between me and my mother before his departure no one on the street would believe me.
But I stood up in front of him, who spun on his heels in fury, I didn't know that man in front of me, his hands came to my chest, pushing me against the sofa. - Sit here! - At the first opportunity I ran into the bedroom. I closed the bedroom door quickly, before seeing him go up the stairs, I didn't know what he could do to me at that moment, next week I will be of age, I will be away from him, I can control my own life.
Donna Belotti é uma jovem de vinte e poucos anos, linda, dançarina e sonhadora, que no momento só sonha com a recuperação da mãe, Amabis Belotti, lidando com a falta de dinheiro para o tratamento enquanto espera por um possível doador de medula óssea, é o que faz Donna trabalhar noites em uma boate. Noiva há alguns anos de seu namorado de longa distância, Josué, Donna o ama e sonha em se casar com ele assim que ele voltar da Espanha após seus estudos, mas não estava em seus planos cair em uma armadilha em outra noite de trabalho, quando seu colega a empurra para seu lugar na apresentação, para que o mal, O criminoso mais frio e cruel presente naquela noite, a escolheria como seu entretenimento sexual. Don Valente é um mafioso milionário, carrasco, frio, cruel ninguém sabe o que o fez assim, casado com uma mulher por acordo, cumprindo as exigências do casamento firmado entre famílias, uma noite ele decide ir caçar outra vítima para seu prazer, ele tinha sido informado sobre a estrela principal, Rosemary Garcia, uma mulher ousada, capaz de qualquer coisa por dinheiro, uma dessas mulheres aceitaria o que ele propusesse, seu erro, Rosemary foge dele quando descobre sua fama cruel, deixando a ingênua garota carente em seu lugar, observando a mulher no palco, tímida, quieta, Don Valente muda de ideia, quando quer um coelhinho para intimidar. Ele é atraído por seu jeito do palco, e quando ele descobre que ela não tem interesse nele, ele fará qualquer coisa para tê-la em suas mãos, será que Donna será capaz de se afastar dele?
Forced to assume the identity of her twin sister in a contract marriage, Eva Sollis finds herself in a great dilemma, pretending to be Ezra Muller for the cold and ruthless Mason Dasilis in exchange for the welfare of her daughter in a dead end, forced to give in to her sister's demands under threat. Eva could not imagine that in her life there would be chances for love, even when the ugliest, coldest, most vulgar man she must obey and yield to has everything but the appearance of a fairytale prince.
Donna Belotti is a young woman in her twenties, beautiful, a dancer, and a dreamer, who at the moment all she dreams about is the recovery of her mother, Amabis Belotti, dealing with the lack of money for treatment while waiting for a possible bone marrow donor, is what makes Donna work nights in a nightclub. Engaged for a few years to her long-distance boyfriend, Joshua, Donna loves him and dreams of marrying him as soon as he returns from Spain after his studies, but it was not in her plans to fall into a trap on another work night, when her colleague pushes her into his place in the performance, so that the evil, coldest, and cruelest criminal present that night, would choose her as his sexual entertainment. Don Valente is a millionaire mobster, hangman, cold, cruel nobody knows what made him that way, married to a woman by agreement, fulfilling the demands of the marriage signed between families, one night he decides to go hunting for another victim for his pleasure, he had been told about the main star, Rosemary Garcia, a daring woman, capable of anything for money, one of these women would accept whatever he proposed, his mistake, Rosemary runs away from him when she learns of his cruel fame, leaving the naive needy girl in her place, watching the woman on stage, shy, quiet, Don Valente changes his mind, when he wants a bunny to intimidate. He is attracted to her manner from the stage, and when he learns that she has no interest in him, he will do anything to get her in his hands, will Donna be able to get away from him?
Liz is the mother of little Alice, three years old, before becoming a mother she was a dancer. Now she is no more, far from the stage and the dream life she always dreamed of, the dancer goes through difficulties, being a single mother relying only on her aunt's help, she does what she can to survive, what she didn't imagine was that when she was hired as a receptionist at Luxes Center, along with the job would come a limited contract with her boss
Maia grew up a pampered heiress-until the real daughter returned and framed her, sending Maia to prison with help from her fiancé and family. Four years later, free and married to Chris, a notorious outcast, everyone assumed Maia was finished. They soon discovered she was secretly a famed jeweler, elite hacker, celebrity chef, and top game designer. As her former family begged for help, Chris smiled calmly. "Honey, let's go home." Only then did Maia realize her "useless" husband was a legendary tycoon who'd adored her from the start.
Julia and Evan were the perfect couple-or so she thought. But everything changed when Evan abruptly ended their relationship, leaving her heartbroken and unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Years later, Julia has built a life for herself and her son, Andy, while Evan has risen to unimaginable wealth and success. Their paths cross again at a chance meeting, but Julia soon discovers Evan has moved on with someone else. Julia is done with the pain. She's fought battles alone, raising a son who deserves the truth about his father, even if Evan doesn't deserve her forgiveness. When Julia told Evan years ago she had something to say, he didn't listen. Now, it's time for him to listen. But is it too late to reclaim what he lost? "We should break up," he'd said, the words cutting through her like glass. The pregnancy test in her pocket stayed hidden, just like the child they would never share. Now, it's Evan's turn to hear the truth-and to face his deepest regret.
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.