Olivia is in charge of the nightclub, but at the same time, she is one of the members of the organized crime. She leads a double life to avoid being discovered. During the day, Olivia is a simple pastry chef, but at night, she transforms into an untamed woman with a dark aura. Noah is the typical wealthy, handsome, and intelligent man. However, he is not as perfect as everyone thinks; he has more than one secret that only a few know about.
+OLIVIA+
"Destiny or life always take care of surprising you... Longing for something you can't have is a failure, because you have what you have because you choose to have it, and I don't say this because it bothers me, I say it because one has the power to have what they want and not what they dream of, since a dream vanishes at the same time as a puff of smoke or the ticking of a clock. The night is my sweet friend, darkness my loyal companion, and my destiny... my great enemy!
"Excuse me, ma'am," I stop just steps away from the exit of the nightclub. "Rest, because you'll need it, as in a few hours it will be the night of the games and... the secret guest's night." I glance at him, and his malicious smile doesn't surprise me.
"I don't see why you're so happy," I exclaim arrogantly.
Ponky is one of the workers at the club, a bootlicker, and even more so with the people he finds convenient. I despise people like him, but I have to tolerate him because he is respected when it comes to leading.
"But ma'am, it benefits us because the great secret guest is the right-hand man of our master, Lobreguez," he says, and I roll my eyes upon hearing the master's name.
"Ponky, don't be a blabbermouth, remember that we can't mention the master," I mutter under my breath, turning around to meet his gaze. "We can't name the master because he is darkness itself, and he knows everything; one of the things he abhors is being mentioned when we don't need to."
"I'm sorry, ma'am," he softens his voice and lowers his gaze.
"Close the club, and don't forget that the girls have to come an hour earlier," I ordered, piercing him with my cold gaze. "Everything will be under your responsibility."
"I assure you they won't fail," he nods, and that ends the conversation for me as I decide to turn around and leave.
In this job, one cannot afford to have a flexible character because nobody will give you the respect you deserve. Arrogance is one of my hidden attributes, and it satisfies me when I put someone in their place. In this dark world, friends don't exist, and even less so do confidants. One guards and protects their own skin because whoever seeks trouble finds death.
Ah, exhaustion welcomes the dawn with open arms, and a wave of cold air makes me shiver. I walk through the streets of my beautiful city, Auckland, and I have no fear that something or someone will cross my path because I am the path. Over and over again, the endless whisper of the streets penetrates my mind, asking over and over again, who am I and what do I want.
I am Olivia Clark, a girl who leads a double life. One side of me presents the face of innocence to humanity and society, while the other is an arrogant, imposing, and controlling woman. My conscience reproaches me for the double life I lead, but my daytime personality is a façade to hide my true identity, which only a few should know about.
During the day, I am the unsuspecting girl who wants to survive with the sole purpose of making ends meet and paying the rent. The only way I can do that is by baking homemade cookies and selling them at nearby cafés. The only person who knows about my childhood and the innocent part of my life is my friend-sister.
Norma is my friend, sister, and ally. Yes, I can sleep peacefully with her, but always with the mask on, as I can't confess the other side of Olivia to her. My life is like Russian roulette, with danger lurking and fluctuating.
The first thing I do when I step into the building where my small apartment is located is go to the restroom near the entrance, the same restroom the security guard uses. It's all to change my clothes and put on a sports outfit.
Ah, I know this is tiring, but it's a way to maintain two lives in one. Everything can be difficult, but never impossible. The idea is for my friend to believe that I have a daily exercise routine.
At night, I open my eyes when she closes hers, and before proceeding with the change of mask and identity, I have to make sure she's in a deep sleep and that the sleeping pills will help until the next day.
While she sleeps, Olivia Clarke comes to life as an unruly lady. The security guard receives a monthly payment with the agreement that he won't say anything and certainly won't ask stupid questions.
Sometimes I think it wouldn't be a bad idea to buy an apartment where I could have everything that Norma can't see and thus hide my belongings, my attire, and the lady's mask.
My excuse for having elegant clothing in my closet is that it's borrowed and all I do is wash and iron it to earn some extra money. Norma buys the story and is happy because it's an additional income for the apartment.
Every day, when I enter the apartment at the same time, Norma gets up to get ready and go to work at the café two blocks away from here.
When she finishes her work shift, she comes straight home to have dinner, complain, dream, and take a pill to sleep like a good girl.
"Good morning!" I shouted after closing the door.
"Olivia... I need you," I dropped the bags I had in my hands and ran towards the source of the screams.
"Norma," I entered the room and stopped in my tracks as I saw her going through my closet.
"Why haven't you taken her clothes?" she said, pulling out one of the dresses I wore three days ago.
I took a deep breath and let go of my nervousness.
"Norma, ah," I slapped my forehead, "it's just that Mrs. Gabriela asked me to keep her fine clothes for a few days," I hesitated, and she looked me up and down.
"That old lady should pay you more because this apartment is not a dry cleaner," her annoyance was evident. "Besides, she doesn't pay you enough to have all her things in your closet," she ranted.
Oh, if only you knew that everything you see, and desire, is nothing more and nothing less than mine.
"Please, Norma," I softened my voice, and every word that came out of my mouth was one plea after another, "I can't afford to be arrogant and let go of this small job," I took a step forward. "It doesn't bother me to have Mrs. Gabriela's things," I made a sad face emoji, "besides, she just told me I can take whatever I want, and she might even raise the price of each item a little."
I just hit the jackpot, and I know she's drooling over wearing all those clothes in the closet.
"No... No, or rather, yes, but at the same time, no," she contradicted herself and struggled with her own thoughts.
"Come on, Norma, choose the dress you want to have," I pointed to the closet.
Emily Brow is a girl with a lot of life ahead of her, "literally". At the age of twenty-two, she has achieved many things, one of which is being an exemplary daughter to her parents. However, for herself, she is a lie disguised as a saintly virgin, as her personality is that of a rebellious girl yearning for her freedom. Her parents take care to support her in whatever she decides, as Emily is their only daughter, Daddy's princess! Her level of grades in university gives her all the trust she needs; study leaves, money, luxuries, and unconditional love. Even though she knows she is a fraud, her conscience always repeats that she deserves everything her parents give her because they only expect a daughter who excels in studies, and that's what she does. "Being one of the top achievers at the University of London." She has disguised her mischiefs, late-night studies are an illusion, a disguise for her parents, as the true scenario is going out partying with her friends and getting drunk. And to this day, Emily's mischiefs have not been discovered, at least not by her parents, but the same cannot be said for her friends. The nocturnal streets of London bear witness to Emily's pure fun and all the encounters she has with the night lover, "the Russian mobster." Nikolay is the Russian she met that night of partying and whom she can't help but see now. Nikolay came to London for the organization's business and ended up staying after meeting that girl who he can't get out of his mind today. It started with a "hello," then a dance, and they ended up sharing a kiss that marked both of their hearts. + "No, please, don't go with him," Emily's friend drops to her knees to catch her right leg, preventing her from taking a step. "Your parents and your friends need you, please, that man..." "Shhh, that man is the one I love, please, I want you to respect my decision." "But... my brother." "Don't talk to me about your brother, he doesn't even know what he wants. Promising me love! Ha, why make promises when he has a pregnant woman." "I don't want to defend him, he cares about you a lot and..." "And you're doing it again. I'm sorry, but I have to go." Emily slowly lowers herself to the same level as her friend. "I love you, and I want you to always remember that. That man you're afraid of is nothing less than the man I love and want for the rest of my days. I don't care how much danger I'm in or what I have to leave behind." The pain and words of Emily are so sincere that it was very difficult for her to make the decision to distance herself from her family. For her, Nikolay is not the man who gives her the love that any masculine man can offer. What kind of qualities should the perfect man have for Emma? Simple! She has always desired a rugged, strong, protective, romantic, thoughtful, daring, and faithful man.
Leo arrived at the Kosvolk mansion in desperation, and unintentionally stumbled upon the woman who would be his contracted wife. However, his eyes were met with a regrettable surprise upon meeting the only daughter of the mafia boss Dimitriy. Leo determined that he would never commit himself to a spoiled, pampered, and indulged girl, as it would be an insult to him and the Novikov name. Little does he expect that the mafia boss's daughter has her own tricks up her sleeve, including the power of seduction. Will he be able to resist the charms of the girl who has it all?
He screamed in despair, furious about the small clause in Müller's will (marriage) that had halted what was already destined, after waiting two years to determine who would be the owner of everything. Adal Müller had to desperately search for the perfect candidate who could help him achieve his goal of "completely obtaining the inheritance." With great desperation, he asked his secretary to marry him, assuring her that it would be temporary. However, she refused and confessed that she would marry her boyfriend and was not interested in his lucrative proposal. But all was not lost, as she came up with the great idea of introducing him to a friend who would be willing to accept his proposal in exchange for money. Who is she? Who is Gisela Fischer? Would she accept to marry the great magnate Adal Müller? The secretary continued to sweet talk him, promising that her friend would accept and that both would win; one would gain the entire inheritance and the other would receive the extra money she needed."
Harry Green is a dominant, handsome, and seductive man. His egocentric, cold, and responsible personality is and will be apparent to society because respect is one of his attributes, while at night his daring and dark side comes to light when one of the mall employees discovers her boss's great secret. Alexandra Morin is the girl who drives the unbreakable Harry Green crazy.
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
"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."
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
“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.
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.