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Romance looking at her phone. "And before you say anything, no, I didn't hide it. I just thought it wouldn't work out, but apparently it's becoming something serious." She sighs, finally looking at me. "He's very special! He's handsome, polite, charming, a real prince!" She says with a dreamy look. "We've been dating for a few months now and everything has been so perfect. I think he really is the right guy," she concludes, sighing. - Oh my God, you're crazy about this guy and I didn't even know he existed! - I give her an accusing look. - But okay, when can I meet Mr. Perfect? - I ask curiously. - We decided that we're really dating a little while ago, unfortunately he'll have to travel for a while for work, he helps his father at the company so he has to go on these business trips. I think he'll be back by the time you get back, then we can make plans to go out together. - Great, I want to see if he's everything you say he is, I just want you to be happy and if he makes you happy, nothing else matters. - He makes me happy, I don't think I've ever been as happy as I am now - she says radiantly. - That's great, I hope this ends in marriage - I tease smiling. After talking a little more about Mr. Perfect we go back to packing her bags, she seems so happy, this guy is really doing her good, I just hope he doesn't hurt her. When everything is ready, we order Italian food and wait for Cecília, who was supposed to come straight from work. It doesn't take long for her to show up, looking tired but with a smile on her face. "I can't believe I'm going to be away from you for so long!" She says as soon as she sees me. She comes over to me and wraps me in a warm hug. "Stop being so exaggerated!" I find the way she says it funny. "So much drama!" Miriam exclaims, sitting down and looking at us boredly. "Hi to you too, little sister!" She says, blowing a kiss to Miriam. They are so similar, but at the same time so different. I love them both, each with their own unique style. Miriam is very white, with light brown, almost blonde hair and hazel eyes, almost like a doll. Cecília also has the same skin tone, with dark brown hair and honey eyes that are a bit green. She has a mouth that is her trademark, and a more aggressive beauty. She and her sister look alike physically, but in the way they act they could not be more opposite. While Miriam is an architect, reserved and calm, Cecília is completely crazy, likes to enjoy life and does not care about other people's opinions. The only thing she takes seriously is her profession. She is an excellent pediatrician. She does her job with so much love that there is no doubt that she was born to do it. She loves children, despite saying that she will never have her own. We ate talking about my trip. Cecília and I work at the same hospital, she is a pediatrician and I am a neurologist. She spends the whole dinner making a fuss about how I am abandoning her alone, saying how much she will miss me, but I really need this vacation. I've been feeling really tired lately. I've barely had a break since I started studying, and now it's starting to get to me. Taking a vacation is no longer a luxury, but a necessity. We finish eating and go to get my luggage. We'll go in Miriam's car. Daniel will meet us there, going straight from work. The bad part about traveling on a weekday is that it disrupts other people's routines. The way to the airport is full of laughter and jokes. When we finally arrive, we go to my boarding gate. Daniel is already waiting for us. When he sees me, he runs over to hug me. "You haven't even gone yet and I already miss you," he says as he smells my hair. "Calm down, Dani. It's only for a month. I'll be back soon," I say, laughing. "Who am I going to run with on the weekends for this month?" he asks, making a face like an abandoned dog. "With your red-haired neighbor who's always hitting on you," I reply, winking. "The only person I like to run with is you!" He offers me a kiss on the cheek and moves away to greet our friends. My flight is announced, I say goodbye to everyone and board the plane. Once I'm settled in my seat, I close my eyes and try to relax. My vacation is finally starting and I want to enjoy every minute of it! OceanofPDF.com When I finally land, I call a taxi and go straight to the hotel I booked. It's a fancy hotel with everything I need, a sauna, a pool, a hot tub. I decided to treat myself. I'm so tired that I'm going to relax wherever I can. As soon as I enter my room, I let out a satisfied sigh. It's a dream! A huge, soft-looking bed is calling to me every moment, but I bravely resist throwing myself in it and getting some sleep. I organize my clothes in the small built-in wardrobe that the hotel offers. This will be my home for a month. There's nothing better than keeping everything organized. I take a relaxing bath and put on a robe. I go to the window of my room where I can see the hotel pool. There aren't many people there because it's almost d Baby of CEO
Romance I turned my gaze to the lady. That woman didn't seem like the typical investor profile that my boss, Lúcio Xavier, usually served. Even with the rush, my curiosity forced me to change my focus for a few moments. With a polite smile, I approached her. "Good afternoon, ma'am. Can I help you with something? Are you waiting for someone in particular?" The woman looked at me with serious eyes, as heavy as a rainy day, and nodded. "I'm waiting for your boss." "For Mr. Xavier?" I repeated. - Yes. A feeling of intrigue mixed with curiosity took hold of me as I tried to understand what was going on. But before I could ask any more questions, the phone rang, interrupting our brief conversation. I picked up my cell phone. It was Lucio, of course. Who else could it be, considering the emergency situation he seemed to enjoy creating for himself? - Lucio, you're late for the 10:00 meeting - I informed him, trying to remain calm while the lady and the child at the reception occupied my thoughts. - I'm going to the company now - he replied, an irritated tone in his voice. He had probably left his house late and hit traffic on the way. - The traffic was hell. Didn't I say? I took a deep breath, trying not to let the frustration that was bubbling under the surface show. - Okay, I'll keep you updated on anything urgent - I replied, with a hint of resignation in my voice. I turned off the cell phone, knowing that it would be a long day ahead. After all, with Lucio Xavier in charge, there would always be more than enough to occupy my mind. I looked at the lady and the baby. Should I tell my boss about them? Something inside me kept whispering that there was something wrong here. While I was lost in my thoughts, pondering the presence of the lady and the baby in the reception area, a sudden movement caught my attention. I looked up in time to see Lucio Xavier coming towards me. His bearing was impressive, as always. Lucio had a way of moving that seemed to command the attention of everyone around him. His steps were firm and confident, his posture erect and determined. The impeccable clothes, tailored to his body, flowed elegantly as he moved around the office. His dark hair was combed with precision, every strand in the right place, without a single strand out of place. His beard, neatly trimmed, accentuated the defined contours of his face. The scent of his perfume, sophisticated and enveloping, permeated the air around him, filling the room with an aura of masculinity and power. Our eyes met in the middle of his walk. And then, to my surprise, my heart gave an unexpected jump. I blinked, confused with myself. I had to control myself not to put a hand to my chest. I was used to seeing him every day, after all. Why, then, did it seem like a disconcerting anxiety was taking over me as he got closer and closer, with an intensity that was impossible to ignore? I think my head was spinning because of all the stress I had already been through this morning. Even so, Lúcio's proximity only intensified the turbulence inside me, a strange sensation that seemed to wrap itself around my chest, imposing itself in a way that left me a little breathless. Focus, woman! What is this?! You need more sleep, you know? - Sofia. I had to lift my chin to look at him. Lucio was a tall, strong man with a presence that filled the room. His impatient eyes anticipated the questions he wanted to ask. "Have the shareholders arrived yet? Are they in the meeting room?" he asked, his voice urgent, while his breathing seemed to match the rapid rhythm of his heart. "Yes, Lucio. Everything is ready," I replied calmly, accustomed to dealing with his impetuosity. Before we could continue our conversation, the lady at the reception desk cleared her throat, drawing our attention. Lucio and I turned to her. "I need to speak with you, Mr. Xavier," she began, her voice carrying a harshness I had not expected to hear. Lucio frowned, his impatience clearly evident in every line of his face. "Do you have an appointment?" The lady shook her head. "No, but it is urgent." "Make an appointment with my secretary," he huffed impatiently, pointing at me. "I am late for a meeting. "What I have to say is about him," the lady declared, pointing to the little baby beside her. Lucio arched an eyebrow, as confused as I was. "Who is he?" She took a deep breath. She stared at my boss. And opened her mouth. "Your son."Lucio Your son. CEO of Manhattan
Romance Jack tilted his head to the side and left, his footsteps echoing in the empty room. Enzo stopped beside me, touching my shoulder. "Why won't you help me?" I asked, regretful. "She has to die or the deal will be broken." Enzo crouched down and looked blankly at the woman who had watched me grow up. Michelle was an aunt I held dear to my heart. "Say goodbye, Dominic." - He took my hands away from the wound, which began to spurt even more blood. - Say goodbye. - Take care... of her... - Michelle spoke again. - I will, I promise. - I held her hand. - I will protect her for the rest of my life. Enzo touched Michelle's eyelids, closing her eyes and praying in Italian. - Why did she have to die? - She caused chaos in a delicate balance that our lives are based on. - It was to protect her daughters - I stammered, looking at her dead. - That doesn't matter. She sought her sentence. Now, all she can do is make those guilty of this also pay for the sins they committed. - Enzo pulled me by the shirt. - We have to leave. I said I would bring you back to say goodbye, not to stay here for long. My feet felt heavy. My whole body. It was the first time I had seen someone die. Today had been full of kidnappings, gunshots, angry husbands and death. Lots of death. I was just in Los Angeles for a trip with my friends, visiting an aunt and suddenly, I was in a trap to save Kate's life. How would I go back and tell her that her mother died? And how would I face her knowing who killed her? What kind of sick life was I born into? "Do you want to throw up?" Enzo stopped me before we got in the car. I looked at my bloody hands and suddenly, he hit me in the back of the head. I woke up in a bed, looked up at the ceiling and jumped to the floor. "Do you think it's easy to carry your weight all the way here?" He was smoking in the corner, looking at the city. "Go take a shower or you'll get sick again." "I didn't get sick, you hit me!" "Yes, I saved you from the embarrassment of passing out and throwing up." Enzo continued to be bored in the corner. "Your phone rang. Your parents are looking for you, your coach too." I went to the bathroom feeling dizzy and took a shower, avoiding looking at the color of the water. I was taller than the glass of the shower and my head almost hit the shower head, and I couldn't fit in the square without hitting my elbows on the sides, but I managed to get out of there. Michelle was dead, that was the thought that invaded me when I stood in front of the mirror. And she was killed right in front of me. There was still blood on the corners of my nails, marking my life forever. "Where is he?" I heard a male voice with an Italian accent. "Crying in the bathroom," Enzo answered and I wanted to punch him. "What happened?" "We have to go to the Canadian package. Time to leave." "Okay." Enzo kicked the bathroom door open completely. "You're on your own. See you in New York." He smiled and left. Alone in the hotel room, I got dressed in the clean clothes that had been left, grabbed my things and disappeared out the back, using an instinct for escape that I had never known before. I walked around the city in the middle of the night, feeling lost and not trusting anyone at all. Without realizing it, I stopped in front of Michelle's house. I felt a hand touch my shoulder. [3] "What are you doing here?" Kyra snapped. "You have to leave now." "Where's Kate?" "Alone, in there. Is there anything of yours there?" Robert hasn't come back yet; Michelle's men have scattered and left the girl alone. "Then she's going to New York with me." I took a step forward and Kyra stopped me. "He's going to kill her. Her father won't protect her. He doesn't care about Kate." I looked back at the house. Kate would get in the way of my parents' plans. She needed to stay alive and I couldn't take care of her with him under the same roof. I didn't know what to do. "Why are you telling me these things? Don't you play on my father's team?" "I play on my team." She smirked. "Come in, get your things. She'll be safe as long as her father thinks she's worth some money." "I promised I'd keep her safe." Kyra was silent, looking at my face for a while and then at the house. "Go get your things, I know what to do. attractive CEO
Romance attractive woman. A divorced and lonely man. Fate Secrets Forgiveness Seduction Being a nanny for a five-year-old child seemed easy. But as for enduring the seduction of her boss, easy or impossible? What could a kiss cause? A man determined to do anything to get what he wants And a woman hard to forget. Copyright © 2024 Natália França All rights reserved The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental and is not intentional on the part of the author. No part of this book may be reproduced or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the express written permission of the author. Cover: bk.designereditorial Illustration: cr_bannerss Chapter 1 - Daddy, wait! I turned around seeing my little one coming down the stairs in her uniform, I bent down to hug her, I was intoxicated by the sweet smell of her baby perfume and the smell of shampoo coming from her wet hair. - Good morning, daughter. - I don't want to go to school today. - Why? - I'm sick. - Where does it hurt? - I asked, putting my hand to her forehead, feeling her temperature. - All over her body. - Maybe I know what it is. - said Ivy, my sister, coming back from the kitchen with an apple in her hand. - Auntie, I'm sick. - Does this boo-boo start at the head and go all the way down to the feet? - Yes. - Sure. I have the diagnosis, it's called LAZINESS! Ivy ran after her to the car, the best sound was the laughter of my princess, a 5-year-old princess, very smart and who doesn't like going to school. - Thank you for taking her another day. - Miguel, my niece will never be a bother, but you need to hire someone, I won't be able to do this every day. - I know, I'll do it soon. - Every day you say the same thing. - I've been very busy, but I'll find time for it. - Forget it. I'll hire someone, leave it to me, focus on your work. - Ivy! - I know how to do it, just trust me. - Okay. I kissed her on the cheek and waved to Ayra as they left. After my separation, I got custody of my daughter, her mother didn't care since she had no feelings for her. It's strange, I know, but not everyone is ready to be parents. I met Úrsula at an event, my parents introduced us and within a few months we started dating. Ursula got pregnant after a year of dating, we decided to get engaged and get married before my belly got bigger, that's when we lost the rhythm and rushed everything. Our relationship was good until then, when the change came with the pregnancy, Ursula started to hate having our daughter, we fought a lot and it wore us out. Besides, she is an actress and lost some roles because she was pregnant, all of this only fueled the disgust of having our daughter. Before Ayra was one month old, Úrsula went on a 20-day trip and only told us when she was in Mexico, leaving me alone in Seattle with our daughter. Those were the worst days of my life, because Ayra depended on breast milk and we didn't have a drop at home or where to get it from. She lost weight, cried from hunger, got pneumonia... On one hand, it was my fault, I didn't know how to take care of my own daughter and I did everything wrong. Even with my family around, it was difficult and almost impossible. But Ayra was fine. And, at the same time that I blamed and hated myself, I swore to take care of her and be a good father. The day before Úrsula returned, I received a letter from her lawyer and the divorce papers. She didn't want that life, she wasn't looking for a family or a marriage, she wanted to live and do soap operas, we weren't in her plans. I thought it would be harder, but with her absence and abandonment, I thought a lot about us, especially about Ayra's future. There was no other way, only divorce. After all, you can't miss someone you never had around completely. - Sir, we're here. Like every morning, I stood admiring the building I had built. I am the CEO of the largest engineering company in Seattle, a long story for another time. I entered the company accompanied by my security guards, greeted my employees and got into the elevator accompanied by my personal assistant. - Sir, you will have a meeting in an hour with all the shareholders. - Where are the reports I requested? - On your desk. - Okay. My life my CEO
Romance second I expected her to be complaining or even rambling angrily at me, but she doesn't. And this is just a sample of the many times she just keeps her head down and continues her work, while I can't control my animal side around her. "Shit!" I snort to myself and close my door. I go to my chair and throw myself into it, unable to think straight anymore. My life has become a mess, and a large part of it is the fault of a woman who doesn't even notice my looks at her. Ever since I saw her photo and her resume, when I looked for an employee at the company to be my personal assistant for a while, I find myself unable to control myself. Her brown eyes, which further highlight her dark skin, the color of sin, and a weak white smile, which she almost never shows, but her photo was my ally in this fact. I pick up the folder with her information again and look at the same photo that left me perplexed when I saw her for the first time. Since when did I see myself like this for a woman? Not even with Carla was it like this... I take a deep breath, leaving the photo on my desk and try not to scream another curse. At first, when I returned to Brazil, I had clear reasons and a right thing to do. But since life loves to play tricks, when I realized everything, my sister had already suffered an accident and lost part of her memory, and worse, I couldn't keep her from being close to her husband, who was my best friend, and was even capable of betraying her, also being the one to blame for the accident. If I returned, it was to tell my sister about what I found out about her husband, but in the end, a mess took over all of us. For now, we just hope that she gets better and her memory returns, so that she can decide what to do with her life. And me? For the first time, I want to be able to truly take care of my sister, truly protect her, stop being a selfish piece of shit. A soft knock on the door makes me sigh and I lean back against my chair. "Come in." The door opens, and the woman who drives me crazy enters. Doesn't she realize what she does to me? Ever since I saw her in person, I've been waiting for some look, some hint of interest. But on the contrary, Sophie seems completely oblivious to me. As if I were invisible to her. I always wonder why I never saw her on the trips I made to Brazil and on the many times I came to company parties or even meetings, but I could never really understand it. I know that if I had seen her, she would have caught my attention. - Mr. Lourenzinni, here are the papers you asked for. - she says, calmly as always, and places a folder on my desk. - Do you need anything else? - she asks, but doesn't look at me, looking slightly anywhere in the room, except at me. - Look at me, Sophie. - I ask, saying her name for the first time. I like the way it comes out of my lips. She blinks, I think she's surprised by my request, but then she lifts her chin and looks at me. Her brown eyes are a little hesitant, but I can't understand anything else about her. Besides, she's beautiful, completely. - Is there a problem, sir? - she asks and I shake my head. - You can leave. - I say, and she nods, leaving the room immediately. I wish I could have controlled myself, but I used my usual harsh tone with her. Why does she do this to me? It seems that at any moment I am near her, noticing her indifference, I will explode. I think that is why I cannot treat her well, at least wish her a good morning. This woman moves me in a way that no other woman has ever managed to do. But I do not know how to move on, at least not for now. For now, I am concentrating on work. However, knowing that the woman who drives me crazy is just a few steps away only makes everything worse. I am lost. Months later Sophie I stare at the computer screen, while I try to control the frustration I feel. I read and reread what is written on the screen, and I feel like correcting the meaning of dictator in the dictionary itself. One of the meanings is missing: Daniel Lourenzinni. I have never been one to get stressed or even suffer because of something at work, but since the day I was called to go to my boss's Contract CEO
Romance snort to myself and close my door. I go to my chair and throw myself into it, unable to think straight anymore. My life has become a mess, and a large part of it is the fault of a woman who doesn't even notice my looks at her. Ever since I saw her photo and her resume, when I looked for an employee at the company to be my personal assistant for a while, I find myself unable to control myself. Her brown eyes, which further highlight her dark skin, the color of sin, and a weak white smile, which she almost never shows, but her photo was my ally in this fact. I pick up the folder with her information again and look at the same photo that left me perplexed when I saw her for the first time. Since when did I see myself like this for a woman? Not even with Carla was it like this... I take a deep breath, leaving the photo on my desk and try not to scream another curse. At first, when I returned to Brazil, I had clear reasons and a right thing to do. But since life loves to play tricks, when I realized everything, my sister had already suffered an accident and lost part of her memory, and worse, I couldn't keep her from being close to her husband, who was my best friend, and was even capable of betraying her, also being the one to blame for the accident. If I returned, it was to tell my sister about what I found out about her husband, but in the end, a mess took over all of us. For now, we just hope that she gets better and her memory returns, so that she can decide what to do with her life. And me? For the first time, I want to be able to truly take care of my sister, truly protect her, stop being a selfish piece of shit. A soft knock on the door makes me sigh and I lean back against my chair. "Come in." The door opens, and the woman who drives me crazy enters. Doesn't she realize what she does to me? Ever since I saw her in person, I've been waiting for some look, some hint of interest. But on the contrary, Sophie seems completely oblivious to me. As if I were invisible to her. I always wonder why I never saw her on the trips I made to Brazil and on the many times I came to company parties or even meetings, but I could never really understand it. I know that if I had seen her, she would have caught my attention. - Mr. Lourenzinni, here are the papers you asked for. - she says, calmly as always, and places a folder on my desk. - Do you need anything else? - she asks, but doesn't look at me, looking slightly anywhere in the room, except at me. - Look at me, Sophie. - I ask, saying her name for the first time. I like the way it comes out of my lips. She blinks, I think she's surprised by my request, but then she lifts her chin and looks at me. Her brown eyes are a little hesitant, but I can't understand anything else about her. Besides, she's beautiful, completely. - Is there a problem, sir? - she asks and I shake my head. - You can leave. - I say, and she nods, leaving the room immediately. I wish I could have controlled myself, but I used my usual harsh tone with her. Why does she do this to me? It seems that at any moment I am near her, noticing her indifference, I will explode. I think that is why I cannot treat her well, at least wish her a good morning. This woman moves me in a way that no other woman has ever managed to do. But I do not know how to move on, at least not for now. For now, I am concentrating on work. However, knowing that the woman who drives me crazy is just a few steps away only makes everything worse. I am lost. Chapter 1 Months later Sophie I stare at the computer screen, while I try to control the frustration I feel. I read and reread what is written on the screen, and I feel like correcting the meaning of dictator in the dictionary itself. One of the meanings is missing: Daniel Lourenzinni. I have never been one to get stressed or even suffer because of something at work, but since the day I was called to go to my boss's office, that has changed. I immediately thought it was Mr. Gutterman, but as soon as they showed me to the room next to his and I looked into the clearest honey-colored eyes I had ever seen, I knew it wasn't him. Ever since I was a receptionist My heart CEO
Romance destroy all the rules, the line between pleasure and danger becomes increasingly blurred. In this game of seduction, who will emerge victorious? Get ready for a story full of chemistry, provocations and twists, where power and pleasure walk hand in hand, and desire is the only rule that matters. PROLOGUE Working at TechFin Corp in San Francisco was everything I had ever wanted. Located in the heart of the city, the office offered a breathtaking view of the San Francisco Bay. The glitter of the waters at dawn, combined with the silhouette of the bridges, created a scene that made me feel invincible. I loved walking to work, feeling the cool Pacific breeze caress my face, a constant reminder of the freedom and possibilities that this city has always offered me. My name is Chloe Carter, I am 28 years old and I was born and raised in the winding hills of San Francisco. Ever since I was a little girl, I have always been fascinated by the pulsating rhythm of this city. The cool wind that blows constantly around here never lets my wavy brown hair stay in place, and perhaps that's a reflection of the intensity I carry with me. My honey-colored eyes capture the nuances of this vibrant city, and my parents always said I had a daring soul, incapable of settling for the ordinary. I guess they were right. Working in the financial analysis department was not for the faint of heart; the routine was always hectic, each day a new challenge, a new mountain to climb. However, I loved it, it was rewarding. Perhaps it was my adventurous spirit, the same one that always drove me to seek more, to explore not only the numbers, but also the emotions and power games that ran silently through the halls of TechFin Corp. But it wasn't just work that made me tick. I always had a soft spot for the unknown, for those romantic adventures that began with a furtive glance and ended with a racing heart. The adrenaline of a new conquest, the game of seduction-all of this was part of who I was, and I made no effort to hide it. After all, what would life be without a little excitement? My parents, Helen and John Carter, have always supported me, even when I made decisions that many would consider too bold. And my younger sister, Lily, was my greatest accomplice in life's small and big follies. The two of us have always been inseparable, two free souls sailing the same rough sea. That morning, as usual, I arrived at the office early. The sun had barely risen above the horizon, but the TechFin Corp building was already starting to come alive with the movement of the first employees. The air was fresh, and my mind, sharp as ever, ready for another day of challenges. When I walked into my office, it was no surprise to find Jenna at my desk, with a steaming cup of coffee in her hands. Jenna is my best friend and coworker, and if there's one thing I've learned in the time we've spent together, it's that if you arrive before her, you better check your watch, because something is definitely wrong. She was always the first to arrive. We met when I started at the company. A year later, poor Jenna has been assigned a job that I don't know whether to envy or pity: she's the secretary of the all-powerful and incredibly hot CEO, Sebastian Wolfe. Yes, she's lucky (or is it unlucky?) to deal directly with the one who can be described as the very personification of temptation and chaos. A totally seductive man and, to be honest, out of his mind. But let me get back to thinking about Jenna. I feel truly privileged, because from the first day we met, our friendship blossomed with an intensity that's rare, especially in the competitive environment of the corporate world. This special connection we share is something precious and unexpected. Since then, we've shared a charming apartment located just steps from Golden Gate Park. Upon seeing me, Jenna looked up from her coffee and gave me a knowing smile. "Good morning, Chloe! Ready for another day of adventure in the corporate jungle?" she asked, with that sparkle in her eyes that only Jenna could have so early in the morning. "Only if it's an adventure that involves escaping Mr Delighted CEO
Romance prepares the evening's I-don't-know-what dose, my eyes look up to the tilting window and fix on the Watsons' house, my neighbors, a few meters away from me. In her front yard, there is a small tree adorned with fairy lights and Christmas ornaments. On the doors, fences and roof gables, little lights twinkle cheerfully. On the chimney, a Santa Claus with a sack of toys tries to invade the place; on the front door, a beautiful wreath. What caught my attention, however, was the shrill and happy cry of the little seven-year-old girl, Lois. All bundled up in a heavy coat, gloves, hat and scarf, she is with her father now, helping him finish a snowman. Her mother-a pretty woman in her forties who works at a rehabilitation clinic in the city center-comes out carrying steaming mugs of what I assume are hot chocolate. The woman hands each one a mug, a beautiful smile on her face that shows she is happy about the moment. Her husband sits next to her on the top step of the porch and the two engage in intimate and animated conversation while their daughter finishes her snowman, taking small sips of the chocolate every now and then. The lights flicker overhead, and Christmas music plays from inside. The image in front of me tightens my chest a little for all the wrong reasons, so I quickly pour myself some coffee and head back to my office. I manage to concentrate on my work for another hour or so before a strange noise catches my attention. I stop typing on my laptop-the keys sound like jackhammers in the silence of the night-and listen carefully. From here, I can hear cautious footsteps on the wood of my porch. My whole body goes cold. My city doesn't have a high crime rate; I've never had a problem with violence or theft in all the thirty-six years I've lived here, but you never know when it will be the first time. I strain my memory, trying to remember if I locked the door with all the locks, but I'm not sure. I've been too absorbed in these files to remember clearly. Anyway, I have an alarm system and a baseball bat that might help. I would have a gun, but I've never gotten around to getting another one. Katherine was a staunch disarmament advocate and convinced me never to keep one in the house. I got rid of the only one I had when we got married and now I feel unprotected without one. But I don't think it would solve anything either. If I'm listening correctly, there are two of them, and if each of them is carrying a gun, it would be two against one. Three against none if they could overpower me and take the object from me. I push the thoughts out of my head and stand up carefully, still listening for the sound outside. I think I hear a baby's mumble, a small voice and a soft shh. I'm about to grab the baseball bat when my doorbell rings. I freeze in place, I don't know if I'm relieved or alert. Burglars don't ring the doorbell, but it could be a trap. I twist the handle of the bat and go into the living room. I squeeze the wood around my fingers and check the other side through the peephole. To my relief, it's a woman, who now has her back to me. I leave the bat behind the door and open it. Only then do I notice that she is accompanied by a small girl, maybe four years old, who was in a blind spot, and a baby curled up in her arms. She carries a few bags hanging from her shoulders, her cheekbones and the tip of her nose are red from the freezing temperatures, and her clothes, gloves, and hat are speckled with snow. "Hi," she says, her voice a little weak. She clears her throat and shakes the hand of the girl next to her, all wrapped up in a coat and blanket, her little chin trembling from the cold. "Sorry to bother you at this hour. My car broke down a few miles from here, I don't know what happened. I need help." I look over her shoulder toward the dark street. This area is far from the busy city center, far from the urban madness, but I know there are other homes in the area. "Your house was the first one I found with someone in it for miles. All the previous ones were empty or no one wanted to help me." I nod, my eyes still fixed on her back. "People usually travel this time of year," I say, looking back at her. "And it's late. I'm not surprised some of them chose not to see you." Mysterious of CEO
Romance Tyler Clark, a renowned neurosurgeon, boasts a past of fleeting love conquests. His life is ruled by seduction and the incessant search for new emotions. Until the beautiful Amy Kent, the "blonde devil", as he nicknames her, a trauma doctor, intelligent and determined, crosses his path. Amy, marked by a tragic past and painful losses, carries with her an overwhelming inner strength, becoming even stronger. Amidst the chaos of the hospital, their paths intertwine, their eyes meet and an unstoppable spark ignites, starting a game of seduction and resistance. Tyler, used to being in control of the situation, finds himself instantly enchanted and challenged by Amy's inner strength. She, on the other hand, is afraid to give in to the passion that consumes her, and fights against the undeniable attraction that connects them, afraid of getting hurt again. Two different worlds, a wounded soul, and an irredeemable conqueror in love. Tyler will need to prove that he is more than he seems, while Amy will have to overcome her traumas and allow herself to love again. Fate brought them together, but will passion be enough to overcome the obstacles that separate them? Get ready for an intense love story, marked by passion, secrets and the search for redemption 1 Tyler Clark The Hospital emergency room was a madhouse, a whirlwind of vibrant colors and shrill sounds. Relentless white lights shone over the chaotic scene, while howling sirens tore through the white walls. It all mixed together before my eyes: white and blue uniforms running from one side to the other, screams of pain and anguish, the insistent beeping of heart monitors. The metallic noise of colliding gurneys mixed with the frantic rhythm of hurried footsteps and the constant buzzing of the monitors. The pungent, metallic smell of blood and antiseptic permeated the air, intensifying the sense of urgency and adrenaline. That's how we all felt when a critically ill patient walked through the emergency doors. It was chaos! - Dr. Clark... Dr. Tyler Clark, come to the emergency room -, I hear my name on the loudspeaker. I'm called to the emergency room with my lovely Devil, I mean, Dr. Kent, Amy Kent. How wonderful! I walk quickly towards the place, putting on a mask, gloves and a hat. As soon as I arrived, I was informed that there had been an accident between a bus and a car that had collided, and the injured were being sent here, because it was close to the scene of the collision. There were no serious casualties. Thank God. Only minor injuries that required stitches, pain medication or medical observation. But, it seems that all good things last a few minutes in a hospital. As I enter the room, I see a middle-aged man, with a pale face and blood stained, being prepared and examined. Dr. Kent was already next to the stretcher examining the patient. Her piercing blue eyes stare at me for a brief second. And the two of us in the same environment is not always good, especially when it involves a patient, where we both need to do our best. I like a good challenge, and to be honest, I love challenging her, I won't lie. Dr. Amy Kent inspires me in many ways, taking me from hell to heaven in a matter of minutes or seconds. "I need you to let me do my job, Dr. Kent," I shouted, trying to keep my voice steady for the blonde who has been keeping me awake for months. As soon as I positioned myself at the head of the stretcher, I visually inspected him: there was no external injury, bleeding or deformity. His pupils reacted to the light, a positive sign. Adrenaline pulsed through my system, sharpening my senses. My attention focused on my area of expertise, the head trauma. Apparently nothing serious. "First I need to stabilize him, Dr. Clark, or we're going to lose him," she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a whip, not caring in the least about what I was saying. Devil CEO
Romance secret. Being abandoned sucks. Knowing that it was a choice to leave you sucks. Feeling that pain sucks. And you know what's worst? You never forget. It stays trapped inside you, and the fear of abandonment is always present. But you live anyway. You live, survive and fight, because that's what we do, right? Fight until you have no more strength. They say that God doesn't give you more than you can bear. So until I can't bear it anymore, I fight. ●●● Chapter 01 | OLÍ VIA STELL | I leave the restaurant still nervous. Hayley is impulsive and last time she was away for a long time. - What do you think she's going to do? - Dafne asks as soon as we get into her car. - I hope you sit down and listen. - I sigh. - Let's hope so. - Or she'll jump on your neck and make a scene. - She makes me laugh out loud. The woman says whatever she wants and that suits me and Hayley. Dafne is fun, outgoing, but she can be serious when she wants to, because her profession demands it. I like being around people like them. They're both different, but being around strong women who have been through their shit, their ups and downs and not even that made them lower their heads inspires us. We started singing in the car, forgetting about the subject, and I was soon dropped off at the company. I've worked for Benjamin for so many years that I don't even know. I still remember being an intern here in the middle of college that I paid for with great effort, I met Ben in the hallways and his pick-up lines made me laugh more than anything and in a short time we were already opening up to each other. I don't even know why or how it all happened. He had recently lost his mother, he was trying to act strong, and I think that when he found someone who didn't fall for his flirting and who also knew how to have a nice conversation, he had the confidence to talk. Since then, the man hasn't left me alone. He's my boss and best friend. - Olivia. - Ben exclaims as soon as I sit down. I frown because I hate when he calls me that, he does it on purpose and even laughs. - Coffee. - He asks with a pout and I hand him the cup. - That's why I love you so much. I roll my eyes and he goes into his office. My relationship with Benjamin is one of love and hate. He taught me everything I know today, I was his student, his personal project, and I'm very grateful for that, but putting up with Benjamin Connor is really hard. He's full of qualities and knows how to brighten up your day better than anyone, even when he's at his worst. But he also has his ups and downs, not to mention the women, damn, he's my friend, but the guy is a bastard, a scoundrel, but we'll figure that out quickly. I see how he looks at Hayley and David when they're not noticing, the happiness he shows. Deep down, Benjamin is a needy and even scared boy, I hope he doesn't falter like his brother when he finds the right woman for him. ▪ Meet me at this address at eight. I get the message near the end of the workday. Either everything went right or everything went wrong for her to ask me to meet her at this restaurant, but I think it went right. I hope so. I pick up my beautiful stroller that I bought from Hayley before she left. Okay, she wanted to give it to me but I'm too proud and didn't accept, I paid for it little by little, and what happened? During my vacation she tells me that I paid for my trip to Rome myself. My first trip abroad, since I've been to some places here working on trips with Ben. I almost cried because of her madness. Today I am grateful, after all, I discovered that she is a millionaire, my friends, and even now a very powerful woman in business, not to mention that I am absolutely certain that she also paid for part of the trip since we stayed in a luxurious hotel in Milan during our short stay in the city. Hayley is the kind of friend who pushes you. I remember meeting her as soon as she arrived at the company and with a beautiful son of a few months old who made me drool and love that little thing in seconds. She also brought me Jacey, another one out in the world who has always treated me like family and when he went to Italy I remember him acting like my best friend many times, which brought us closer. I get home already turning on some music to clear my head. I earn a great salary, I would say above average and one of the best paid in the company Pregnant of CEO
Romance . I get up ready to start the day, it's still early but I have a lot to do. I take a quick shower, put on the first formal blouse I can find and a pair of high-heeled jeans. My job is in an office, but we don't have to wear pencil skirts or anything like that, thank God, but we're still formal. In the kitchen, I prepare scrambled eggs and milk for my little one. If I let him, he'll drink milk all day long. He likes it. - Good morning. - Good morning, Jacey. - He gives me a kiss on the top of my head and goes to sit down with Sam to have breakfast. At least we try to have this meal together every day to give my little one some normality. Jacey Turner is Sam's uncle and godfather. No, he's not my brother or anything like that, but he's the brother of my son's real father, but I don't even want to think about that right now. - Are you working tonight? - I ask. - I'm going to the exhibition. Jacey is a photographer. Last month, he had another exhibition of his photos at a gallery in the city, so he always stops by on the day they're open, even though it's almost over. You know the kind of man who draws attention wherever he goes? He's very handsome, with his blond hair that makes anyone drool, but to me he's just Jacey, you know, the friend, the brother, the family. - Are you going to sleep at my house? - I don't know. - She answers, laughing. Not to mention that he's the typical player man, he's always with a different woman but never here at my house, our rule is not to bring anyone here unless it's serious, since I have my little one and it wouldn't be a great example to have a different person in the house every hour. - Come on, young man, let's take a bath. - I pick up my boy and go get him ready. He's so lazy in the morning even though he always comes to wake me up, but don't be fooled, he only does it because he's hungry because later the laziness comes back with a vengeance. I give him a bath, change him and get his backpack. Sam goes to a school near my house, I'd like to let him go to school later, but I have work, I don't love my job passionately and I could be home, but that's not going to happen. I put him in the car seat and drive the next few blocks, saying goodbye with a big kiss, making him feel embarrassed. His words, not mine. - Aunt Carol will pick you up, have a good day, love. - I give him one last kiss and watch him come in with his teacher. It always makes my heart ache just thinking about how fast he is growing up. Our daily routine always works very well. I drop him off at school, where he stays until lunchtime. Our babysitter, Carol, picks him up and spends the rest of the afternoon with him until Jacey or I arrive. She is an angel. She lives in the building next to ours and is in college. Her parents support her. Yes, she is a daddy's girl in that regard, but her personality is completely different, very simple, and my Sam loves her company, so since she would like to do something to have money that is hers and not her parents', she agreed to babysit him during the week. My life changed with the arrival of my son. I was completely alone in the world and two months away from finishing college when I found out I was pregnant. It was crazy. The luckiest thing I ever had was running into Jacey again. He was moving from Boston to New York and since I couldn't live the rest of my life in a shared apartment, I agreed to come with him. Jacey took me in and we became our own family. At first, I rented a tiny apartment that barely fit me, then before Sam arrived I moved into my friend's apartment, who took us in and, at great expense on my part, now lets me help with the expenses, but if it were up to him, he would pay for everything. It's hard to be rich. Months after Sam was born, I ended up getting a job as a secretary thanks to a good acquaintance of his family and I've been in the same place ever since. I work at an advertising company, but in the administrative area, yes, in the dreaded HR department, where you leave very happy, very sad or very angry. Not to mention that my boss is a pain in the ass, my God, he thinks he owns the whole business just because he has his signature on the hiring and firing, but he's just another employee like us. Despite his manner, I've never had any problems with him. I always behave professionally and so does he. Even though I've witnessed a lot of scandals that the guy's wife did in front of me, I pretend not to notice. It's not bad working there, but there are days when I can't stand it, and I don't even understand myself. It's too much for my brain, which already has so many other things to think about. Chapter 02 What a day! My feet are killing me and what I want most on this Friday night is to get into a warm bathtub and stay there for as long as possible, relaxing my body. In fact, I need to relax my body in another way, but this past month it's been hard to get a night off because of Jacey's exposure. Whenever I want to escape, he saves me and sta Secretary and CEO
Romance understood the meaning of the saying: If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Edward Miller was a first-hand scoundrel, at 28 years old he had no responsibilities or serious commitments to anyone, causing serious problems with his father. And to prove that he had changed, he needed to find a girlfriend as soon as possible and no one would be better for that role than his clumsy and proper assistant. An arrangement that would benefit both of them and from which No one would lose. But what they didn't expect was that in the middle of this lie, a night of sex and drunkenness would bring a small gift that would change everything. Warnings: The book contains bad language, violence and use of alcoholic beverages. AUTHOR'S NOTES If you like a good romantic comedy, you've come to the right place. And, if you've read this book before, it's because it's being republished for improve the quality of the review and layout. Edward and Emma will make you laugh a lot, especially if you are a fan of the Twilight saga. So, dive into this adventure with me and come be happy. EPIGRAPH "When the tchan happens, there is no hiding it, because if it's the tchan, it's for real" You are my Tchan - Hotel Transylvania DEDICATION For me, an incurable fan of a good romantic comedy and sweet romances. And for you, who wants to find your Tchan. PROLOGUE I always I knew that the launch of my book would be the happiest day of my life. After all, those who humbled themselves so much will be exalted one day, right? Even if I had to write a million books, at least one of them would have to be recognized, one of them would have to reach thousands of people who would identify with my story. But in my dreams, my debut was calmer and I didn't I was crawling on all fours under the tables after a baby. In my plans, I wouldn't have a baby before I was successful either. But there's something they don't tell you about adult life: life outside of dreams and the plans we make in our youth are not a fairy tale. You're going to get screwed over and nothing will go as planned. - Jhony! Where are you, my love? - I whispered, passing under the legs of strangers. This wouldn't be happening if I had a babysitter. And the person who was responsible for taking care of the baby is easily distracted by a skirt tail. But you must be wondering why I am looking for an almost three-year-old baby under a table? The answer is that I I know who the child is that I carried in my belly for nine months. He's probably picking up food crumbs on the floor or following some animal around. And since I saw a cat crawling under the table, I think he can find my little brat too. I was trying not to make a scene and ruin the event, because I was sure I would find my son safe and sound, just playing around. I couldn't freak out now and scare other people. I came out from under the tablecloths, seeing the daylight and letting out a frustrated sigh at the plan. failed. I decided to stand up so that no one would notice that the author they were privileging was in such a state of decline. But the shiny shoes stopped in front of me, catching my attention. I swallowed hard, gathering the courage to raise my head and behold , I found what I was looking for and, incidentally, the reason I had been running away lately. Edward Miller was standing in front of me with the impeccable posture I remembered, holding a glass of champagne, like the good alcohol connoisseur he was. But it wasn't just his appearance and presence that made me shiver, but also the realization that my baby was quietly in his other arm. Jhony was eating a cupcake, getting all messy, without realizing that he was in the territory of the baby. enemy and that the man holding him was his spitting image. And that anyone who looked at them would know the truth. CEO fierce
Billionaires shook her head. "They're here and they've come with a settlement proposal for you." Them? - I raised my eyebrow, frowning. - The prosecutor's office? - Almost. - He shrugged, making a chill run through my veins and make me shiver. - Maristela... - I began to ponder, full of fears, but she interrupted me. "Come with me, Camila, listen to what they have to say, you can make a decision later. Even if I was on death row, her speech was not the hope at the end of the tunnel as it should have been." be. - Come on, Camila - she insisted that I follow her, while a guard waited outside to escort us. I nodded, walking to the door. I stretched out my wrists and let the guard handcuff me, even though I posed no threat to anyone, perhaps only to myself. However, it was protocol; prisoners in the same position as me were usually very dangerous. We walked down a long gray hallway. and sad, full of other cells, until we reached a small meeting room. I sat in a chair on one side of the table in the center and the guard attached my handcuffs to the center of it. Then he positioned himself near the door, at the moment where three people in black suits walked in. They weren't exactly the prosecutors I was expecting, they didn't look like lawyers. They looked even more frightening, enough to send a chill down my spine and make me cringe. I wanted hiding her face, however, with her hands tied, it was impossible. There were two tall guys and a woman, she must have been somewhere between one and a half and one and a half inches tall, but her short stature didn't make her any less intimidating. Her black hair was tied back in a ponytail, her eyes equally dark and expressionless. "Camila Russo?" She pulled out the chair in front of me, leaning toward me, and I swallowed hard. I just nodded. . - We are here in the name of the Pact. - Pact? - I frowned, not understanding. - Aren't you from the prosecutor's office? - We are above them. I turned to Maristela sitting next to me, trying to understand why those people were there. . - The pact is the administrative sphere of the new world that represents the will of the colonizers. - Colonizers? - I shuddered just hearing that word. Maristela just nodded. My body froze with fear and my throat became obstructed, as if if there was a concrete block parked in it and I couldn't swallow it. It could have been almost two years, but I remembered the day they arrived as if it were yesterday... It was my first day of residency, I was excited and nervous, because they always said that this was the biggest challenge for a doctor, and in fact it was. outside. I was getting off the bus in front of the hospital when the sky suddenly went dark. I thought it was just a cloud, until I looked up and saw something huge, black and metallic. It was them, the Settlers... Until that At the time, aliens were considered a conspiracy theory. There was no official information about them, and not only my government, but that of other countries, vehemently denied their existence. However, when that ship covered the sky of Dallas, no one believed it anymore. to deny the fact. I didn't believe it, maybe I couldn't recognize what it was until I entered the hospital and saw the emergency room television, where the main news channels were talking about the ships. It took twenty-four challenging hours until there was any contact with the invaders and we discovered that they had come to stay. That race was called Colonizers, they were planet dominators and subjugated the predominant races, in this case us. Over time, we realized that they would allow us to continue with our lives, as long as we remembered that we no longer answered to our governments, but to them. - Camila! - Maristela called me, remembering that she was in the room with the representatives of the monsters who wanted to enslave us . - Hi... I blinked and nodded. - You were sentenced to death - the woman sitting across from me reminded me. Shrugging, I nodded. - We have an agreement that if consider, your sentence will be removed. - Are you saying you won't kill me? - I asked in disbelief. -It all depends on whether you are willing to accept the deal the Pact is proposing. -What deal? - I shivered as a chill ran up my spine, my hair standing on end, and my throat went even drier. I suddenly had the feeling that, Regardless of what she proposed, it could be even worse than the death penalty. "You will be taken to the genetics program with one of the Colonists." "To work as a doctor?" CEO dangerous
Romance crazy proposal: to pretend to be a loving girlfriend just to help him. I would never let things get out of control because I know that Levi is incapable of truly liking a woman, and he never wanted to get married and have children, which is exactly my dream... But, when the fantasy becomes reality and I see a positive pregnancy test, I realize that nothing will be the same, and that my life is going to change upside down... PROLOGUE In Pontal do Sul on highway 412. The smell of the sea invades my nostrils, and I open the car window just to feel it. I'm in ecstasy, experiencing the energy of the ocean approaching. It's been a long time since I saw nature like this, so close. I feel like screaming, letting out exclamations of pure relief. After five years without vacations or time off, believing fervently that a job that sucked all my strength would bring me any return and success (but that destroyed my sanity and left me sick – and fired, after two seven-day sick leave), now I was trying to create hope for the future. That's it. I have hope. The sea completes that. I want – really – to take this weekend off, take a deep breath, and start planning my search for a new job. After all, it's not like I have nothing. I have a fiancé who loves me – Marcos doesn't say, but... he loves me, of course... he asked me to marry him... why would he ask me to marry him if he didn't love me? – a small apartment that I got from an absent father, a popular car that's always in the mechanic's shop, but that brought me to this isolated beach in Paraná, and... and nothing else. But I have something. I just need to breathe and plan. I observe the deserted landscape. The day is cloudy, and there is not a single person on the street, but I can hear the sound of the sea in the distance. I follow Avenida da Praia, Waze telling me to go straight. Once again, it is strange that there is no one on the street. Not a single living soul. The wind is cold, and I feel sad thinking that I will not be able to wash my body and soul in the sacred, salty waters. I needed a dip in the sea so badly. I reach the end of the avenue, and a sandy road greets me. I park the vehicle on the last stretch of asphalt and get out of the car. "I am happy," I try to assure myself. I would be happier if Marcos were here with me. But he thought it was silly that I wanted to come to the beach after being fired. "What difference will that make?" he asked. "Haven't you realized yet that you don't have the body to go to the beach?" That hurt me deeply, but I tried to ignore it because I knew he was stressed about my firing. For a while, Marcos would have to take care of our main household bills. Even though he no longer had to pay rent since he came to live with me, I always paid for most of our expenses. In fact, Marcos used to just buy us snacks on the weekends and pay for our trips to clubs or movies – things that, most of the time, I didn't even want to do, but I didn't have the courage to tell him. Now, with me out of a job, he would have no choice but to take on most of the expenses. I hoped to find a new job soon, but... Marcos said that no one gives a sick woman a hard time. He wasn't wrong. That's why I needed to get better soon. That's why I needed the sea. No depression or anxiety can survive the sea. I start walking along the beach. I move around a little and take off my sneakers, letting my feet touch the soft sand. "I'm happy," I repeat to myself. I read somewhere that words have power, and we only attract good things if we say good things. So, I'm confident that everything will work out, and I don't allow any discouraging words to escape my lips. I admit that I've been a little shaken since I got sick. It all started the first year I joined a multinational company based in Curitiba. I worked in the administrative sector, but I also did logistics and accounting. Basically, I was hired for one position, but I had three. And I couldn't make a mistake in any of them. Sometimes I couldn't do it, and I would hear my boss yelling at me about how incompetent I was. I didn't doubt what he said. My father intended for CEO
Romance wonder out loud, as I spill half of my coffee on the kitchen counter. That dark stain, now spread across the white counter, seems like the perfect metaphor for the chaos that has been my life lately. Thirty minutes ago, my alarm went off and I ignored it. Fifteen minutes later, my phone's alarm went off again, and what did I do? I hit snooze. Of course. And now here I am, late for another day at the office and feeling like the universe is conspiring to keep me in bed. "Come on, Isabella!" I take a deep breath, grabbing a rag to clean up the coffee mess. "You can do this. And just one more day." As I try to balance my coffee in my other hand (this time without spilling it), my thoughts wander to what awaits me at work. As an executive assistant for a large corporation, my life basically revolves around solving other people's problems. And if I'm being honest, I love the control it gives me. I mean, it's what I do best: keeping everything in order. My job is predictable, methodical, and without surprises. Exactly how I like it. But, of course, there's always that "but". Or, in my case, Clara, my best friend, building and work colleague. Clara is the burst of life I didn't know I needed, and the reason I get myself into absurd situations... like the Ferraz party a few weeks ago. Ah, the blessed party. As I put on my black pumps - which, by the way, need a good polish -, my thoughts go back to that night. Did I really need to drink so much? No, of course not. And did I need to flirt with the supposed "perfect guy"? Definitely not. But who am I to resist a charming smile, especially after a few glasses of wine? - Isabella, focus! - I say to myself in the mirror as I give my hair one last fix. - Today is a day like any other, no parties, no playboys. Just you, your coffee, and a ton of emails to answer. I rush out of the house, struggling to keep my coffee cup intact in my bag and hoping that today won't be one of those days where everything goes wrong. But of course, deep down, something tells me that things are about to get a little more complicated than I planned. I arrive at the office exhausted as if I've already run a marathon-and all before nine in the morning. The office is as busy as ever, and the sound of keyboards being frantically hammered by secretaries reminds me that I'm late. Great, Isabella. Congratulations on today's performance. On my way to my desk, I give a quick wave to the receptionist, who smiles with that "I'm the most efficient person in the universe" smile. How she manages to always look impeccable, with a Colgate smile at eight in the morning, I'll never understand. "Hey, Isa! How was your weekend?" Clara's voice interrupts me as I barely start typing in my computer password. Of course she's already here. Clara appears with a glass of green juice that looks like it was made with fresh grass and the energy of someone who ran a marathon before coming to work. How is that possible? I haven't even had my second coffee yet. - Oh, the usual... - I try to change the subject, already knowing where this is going. - The usual? Really? Because what I remember was you at the Ferraz party, laughing at everything and drinking like there was no tomorrow! And, by the way, where did you end up after that? - She leans over my desk with a curious look, waiting for details. The party. Yes, the damn party. I take a deep breath as I open my inbox and see an alarming number of emails piling up. Focus on the emails, Isabella. Clara won't settle for vague answers forever. - I left, that's all - I lie, praying that she buys the story. - "That's all," okay - she rolls her eyes, clearly not convinced. - So, when are you going to tell me who the guy was? The guy. I can't believe I'm stuck in this situation, trying to forget something that I'm not even sure happened the way I remember it. Clara is my best friend, but she doesn't need to know that the next morning I woke up with more questions than answers. And she definitely doesn't need to know that I'm starting to think that the "Dante" I met might not be who I thought. - What guy? - I try to play dumb, but the blush on my cheeks ha Fake marriage with CEO
Billionaires dreams of love. Scarlett Baker is a humble young woman who has just lost her sister in a tragic car accident. Noah Thompson is a cold CEO who enjoys his solitude and likes to live as a recluse, even avoiding going to his own brother's wake. Noah swore to his brother that he would take care of his niece and will do everything to fulfill his promise, including marrying Scarlett, who also insists on custody of her niece. It was supposed to be just a contract, but they ended up getting involved and now she's pregnant, but Noah swears that Scarlett wants to hit him, after all, a few years ago he had a vasectomy. What you will find in Fake Wedding: Romance with differences in age, social class and customs, breaking taboos in Californian society. PROLOGUE Today the day didn't dawn sunny and I didn't hear the birds singing. The wind is cold and the many clouds in the sky show that the storm has arrived. My heart is broken. I look at the coffin and the pain is almost suffocating, the tears that roll down my face are not enough to wash away the pain in my soul. My only sister is lying there, pale and serene and beautiful as always, but she had no life. How it hurts to lose someone we love so much! I remember our simple childhood and that we were always there for each other. Until the day she fell in love, she got married and went away to live her life with her husband. Despite having completely different lives, Siena was happy with her relationship and for me, that was all that mattered, her happiness. I look at the people around and it's all so superficial. People who seem to be here just for position and to show off their expensive clothes, as if it were a fashion show. The way they look at me can be disgusting, I can see the contempt from afar, but I don't care, I'm not here for money, I'm not here to show off my clothes, shoes and jewelry, I'm not here just because my wife's husband sister had a lot of money. I'm here because I love the person lying in that coffin, I'm here because I can't accept that she's gone, because I can't imagine a world where I can no longer hear her laugh or see her. Life is cruel! Most people are around Zac's coffin, they quickly pass Siena's, looking at me and then leave. I tie my hair into a bun on top of my head and look around, looking for my niece, Charlotte. How it pains me to know that now she is without her parents, just like Siena and I were, the cycle repeats itself. I saw my niece a few times, just like my sister, the two of us no longer had frequent contact due to the incompatibility of our lives, but in fact, the love never changed. She offered me help several times, but I didn't want to accept it, even though I knew she was from the heart, she didn't want money, I could very well continue working and achieving my own things. I can't find Charlotte and I wonder where she must be and how she must be feeling. I wish I could hug her now and tell her with all the certainty in the world that she is not alone. My stupid CEO
Billionaires marriage contract created to unite two large fashion companies. A fantasy created to feed the insane desires of newlyweds. A bride who didn't want to get married and soon found herself accepting a bet to be her husband's lover. Is it possible to fall in love with all versions of a single person? Is it possible to love your lover so much that you chain him to the bed? How Christopher was able to drive her crazy, Melanie couldn't say, but after she got married, she was never the same. Ariana Grande - 7 rings Justin Timberlake - SexyBack Ariana Grande - Dangerous Woman Ariana Grande, Justin Bieber - Stuck with U Bruno Mars, Anderson .Paak, Silk Sonic - Leave the Door Open Kiss - Peter Criss - Don't You Let Me Down Steven Tyler & Nuno Bettencourt - More than words Bruno Mars - Nothin' On You Ariana Grande - pov Camila Cabello - Never Be the Same Guns N' Roses - Get In The Ring PSY - Gangnam Style PSY - Daddy PSY - Gentleman Katy Perry - The One That Got Away 1 Signing the terms anhattan, one of the best-known and economically famous boroughs in New York City. Home to the sexiest and smartest man voted by People magazine. Christopher Rogers, CEO of Rogers Corporation, is a man world famous not only for his attractive face, but also for having made his first billions before the age of 25. Now, in his late thirties and with a vast empire on his hands, Christopher was just minutes away from marrying Melanie Williams, the heiress of MD Will's. A renowned and respected company in the fashion industry, but which was about to fall into decline. Rushing into the elevator, he ends up meeting his fiancée, looking more like he's going to work rather than getting married in a civil ceremony. Melanie, is a very attractive brunette with brown skin, her hair was a very dark chocolate color, almost black, long in an extreme straight line reaching halfway down her butt, brown eyes that met colorless prescription lenses and a height of 1.55 , but she always wore heels that made her much taller than she really was. Today she was wearing a tailored black suit, with a very generous neckline in the front as she was wearing nothing more than the blazer. Two golden hoops in the ears, one of which was filled with earrings of the same color. Her feet were wearing thin red-soled heels and her hair was thrown back, making her look incredibly sexy. — I thought we were going to get married, not go to a funeral — Christopher says just so she can hear. — This will definitely be my funeral, as there will be no possibility of me wanting you to be alive after marrying you. — Melanie, don’t be naughty! — Her father scolds her. — I only told the truth. Christopher laughs hoarsely at the answer, making her roll her eyes. He loved that explosive temper his future wife had. He knew she was against the marriage from the beginning, but he never said anything or objected. The heiress of MD Will's was aware of how important those marriage ties were for her company. That blonde bastard with the beautiful smile would not only be her future husband, but also her current business partner. As much as she didn't want to get married, she wasn't blind and was fully aware that her fiance was sexy. The problem is that he knew this and imagined that this man had more wheels than a bicycle tire. With straight, dark blonde hair of medium length, John Wick style and a slightly woody perfume. Christopher drew gasps wherever he went, driving anyone crazy with his deep voice. With his square chin, accompanied by a well-shaped beard of the same color as his hair, he made him even more masculine. The man was 1.93 meters tall CEO Lifetime Contract
Billionaires Christopher, made it clear with every possible line, the attraction he felt for his future wife's body. Melanie, seeing the perverted way her fiance was towards her and targeting what she read in the gossip columns. She thought her future husband had more wheels than a bicycle tire. As soon as she got married, she committed a very serious offense towards her husband and because she felt ashamed to apologize, she puffed herself up to gain courage and swallow her pride. Christopher ended up doing it anyway, trying to hold back the urge he had to grab her, which was multiplied when he discovered that underneath all that makeup, the woman he married was much more beautiful than the woman he engaged. Things become very dangerous when the two are drunk and soon the blonde can't resist the chance to make an indecent proposal to his wife. A marriage contract created to unite two large fashion companies. A fantasy created to feed the insane desires of newlyweds. A bride who didn't want to get married and soon found herself accepting a bet to be her husband's lover. Is it possible to fall in love with all versions of a single person? Is it possible to love your lover so much that you chain him to the bed? How Christopher was able to drive her crazy, Melanie couldn't say, but after she got married, she was never the same. Ariana Grande - 7 rings Justin Timberlake - SexyBack Ariana Grande - Dangerous Woman Ariana Grande, Justin Bieber - Stuck with U Bruno Mars, Anderson .Paak, Silk Sonic - Leave the Door Open Kiss - Peter Criss - Don't You Let Me Down Steven Tyler & Nuno Bettencourt - More than words Bruno Mars - Nothin' On You Ariana Grande - pov Camila Cabello - Never Be the Same Guns N' Roses - Get In The Ring PSY - Gangnam Style PSY - Daddy PSY - Gentleman Katy Perry - The One That Got Away 1 Signing the terms anhattan, one of the best-known and economically famous boroughs in New York City. Home to the sexiest and smartest man voted by People magazine. Christopher Rogers, CEO of Rogers Corporation, is a man world famous not only for his attractive face, but also for having made his first billions before the age of 25. Now, in his late thirties and with a vast empire on his hands, Christopher was just minutes away from marrying Melanie Williams, the heiress of MD Will's. A renowned and respected company in the fashion industry, but which was about to fall into decline. Rushing into the elevator, he ends up meeting his fiancée, looking more like he's going to work rather than getting married in a civil ceremony. Melanie, is a very attractive brunette with brown skin, her hair was a very dark chocolate color Rules Of CEO
Billionaires clothes, refusing invitations at the last minute and not having sex, under any circumstances, on the first date. Although difficult and boring as hell, she was convinced that Vinícius was worth it. That's why she worked so hard to study the “Rules” to get to the altar... with him. Learning seemed to run into operational problems. The cover of The Speech of Voluntary Servitude didn't line up with the instruction manual for marrying the man of her dreams. It was already the fourth attempt and when it seemed, wow, perfect, the cover of one and the book of the other mismatched. Kárita sighed uneasily. Again, she re-aligned and adjusted the pink clip that marked the last page read. Mental note: I need to change this cover. Book on the table, she inventoried the objects that awaited her. In addition to the philosophical cover, which suggested a refined intellect, there was a bottle of mineral water, a cup of coffee, a stuffed churro and a smartphone. The device's display read fifteen thirty. The coffee still retained its heat, but after the third cup it was difficult to feel tolerable. The churro, on the other hand, lay intact, as it was part of the cinematic script she had put together for her “casual” meeting with Vinícius. In her scene marking, which included La Boétie's book, she would be carrying the churro in her hand, as if she had just bought it before leaving the airport. Strategic stop, to check out an excerpt of the work with great interest, as soon as she looked up from the pages she would come face to face with Vinícius crossing the lobby, heading towards the parking lot. Vini... what a surprise! Between a friendly hug and a kiss on the cheek – on the cheek, just on the cheek, so as not to appear too interested – she would comment on the wonderful churro that was sold at Mister Coffee. She would put a piece in his mouth and then, already anticipating that the extra dulce de leche filling would drip down his chin, she would recover the excess with her index finger and bring it to her own mouth, in a gesture of calm and joyful complicity. Finally, the two would walk smiling to the parking lot, where their Cooper was waiting. She had decided on the itinerary during the trip, driving from Zermatt, district of Santa Bárbara dos Pinhais, in the south of Minas, to Guarulhos airport, in São Paulo. As soon as she arrived, at fourteen o'clock sharp, she discovered that fate had not memorized her role. The flight that brought Vinícius from Campo Grande, and which should have landed at fourteen thirty-five, was delayed. As a result of her being from Minas Gerais, she always arrived early “so as not to miss the train”, it was already an hour and thirty wait. Kárita looked to the end of the wide corridor. She had found a small refuge, a table at Mister Coffee which, in addition to being strategic, was away from the hustle and bustle and the comings and goings of passengers. Fearless Billionaire
Billionaires Seven months earlier.. "Oh, my God. It's not possible. Not my sweet Chloe," Ellie Winters said to herself in an urgent whisper. She was alone in the doctor's office where she worked and no one heard the torment in her voice. She was horrified by the videos she had just watched on James's laptop, completely by accident, while looking for a file her boss had asked her to do. Initially, she had been looking for a medical document, something he had asked her to print. She had been distracted by seeing an icon called “Chloe Videos” and she hadn't been able to resist the temptation of seeing what she assumed were happy images of her best friend, even though she knew she was clicking on something she shouldn't have. She had expected to see some moments of joy from her friend, a smiling Chloe that Ellie, in all honesty, hadn't seen in a while. Her friend had recently been distracted and unusually nervous, and Ellie wanted to know why. Chloe Colter was one of those people who was naturally kind and sweet. Unfortunately, the scenes had not been joyful. The videos were terrifying. Ellie had only been working for Chloe's doctor fiance for a week. He was demanding, but what she had just seen made her realize that James was much more than just a scumbag. He was pure evil! Tears streamed down Ellie's face as she logged off and turned off her laptop, knowing that she needed to talk to Chloe as soon as possible. I need to talk to her. She cannot marry him. Why the hell is she still engaged to him? The idiot should be in jail! Shit! Ellie was furious with herself for not pushing harder to find out why Chloe looked so different since she'd returned to Rocky Springs. She had assumed her friend was just distracted and adjusting to her being home again after being away for so long to train as an equine veterinarian. Or maybe she was stressed about her marriage to James. Getting married and planning a wedding was stressful, right? Especially when Chloe was still trying to establish her career. There's a lot more to this story that I don't understand. I need to talk to Chloe, find out why she's hiding the fact that James is an abuser. A feeling of fierce protection made Ellie's stomach tighten. She remembered all the times Chloe had jumped to her defense in their twenty-plus years of friendship. How many times had Chloe offered to help her out of poverty when they were children? Ellie had lost count. Just as she couldn't remember how many times Chloe's family had fed her when her mother had to work. Or that she had given her new shoes or clothes, with Chloe claiming they didn't fit her and that she wanted Ellie to have them. There were so many sweet things Chloe and her mom did for me over the years. Suppressing a sob of sadness, Ellie was determined to make sure her best friend didn't end up married to the devil himself. Chloe deserved the most amazing husband possible. Why? Why is Chloe covering up what James is doing to her? Ellie didn't have the answers, but she intended to find them. If necessary, she would drag Chloe out of that relationship, kicking and screaming, before sitting back and watching as godmother as her friend signed a life sentence with Satan. Frantically, she grabbed her bag, ready to go to Chloe's house. Ellie considered 
