Heartless love

Heartless love

Lily Rose

5.0
Comment(s)
144
View
5
Chapters

Katrina Cole is a successful business woman, and is the CEO of a multi million dollar luxury jewelry company, Nico Cyryl. She is independent, stubborn, confident and aware of the power she holds because of who she is. Not only is she a great business woman, but she is the definition of a beauty with brains. Lennox Houston is a boxer trying to make it big. Lex is cold and reserved, but he really is just heartbroken. When Katrina comes along, he doesn't think of her all people, to be the person who helps him feel again. But with Katrina married, and Lennox hung up on another girl, can they get through their obstacles? Is it even love at all?

Chapter 1 Introduction

"Over the past few years, Nico Cyryl has been flourishing immensely, being one of the most profitable luxury jewelry companies in the entire world. However..."

Katrina tried with all her might not to fall asleep. She looked around the boardroom, where everyone had gathered for a meeting. Nico Cyryl. She had inherited the multi million dollar company which was found by her great grandfather and named after him. Ever since the time she was a little girl, she had always been aware of the power that came with being who she was. The power that came with being a Cyryl.

"Mrs Cole?"

Katrina was pulled out of her reverie by her assistant. Everyone at the table looked at her expectantly.

"What do you think about the offer?"

"What was the offer again?" Katrina asked.

"What do you think about selling 2.5% of Nico Cyryl to Mr McClain?" the man rephrased.

"I think your offer is complete crap," Katrina answered honestly, confident as always. "So no thank you."

It wasn't an unusual answer coming from the CEO of Nico Cyryl. Everyone remained unfazed, as they were used to her being like that.

"Ma'am if you just–"

"I said no. I will not be swayed or forced into changing my answer. But of course, the shareholders have a say as well. All opposed?" she asked, looking at the board members.

No one said anything.

"There you have it Mr...?"

"... Hendricks..." the man replied, annoyed.

Katrina plastered a thin smile on her face.

"If no one has anything else to add, I'll just wrap this up. Have a lovely day everyone," she said getting up, knowing very well that she wouldn't give a damn if they got run over.

Katrina and her assistant left the boardroom. Everyone gave way as the CEO walked passed and greeted her. Katrina was not respected because she was the CEO. That was just a side thing. Not respecting her just seemed inappropriate. It was impossible. From the way she looked, the way she spoke, the way she walked, laughed, moved, it just all deserved respect. It also helped that she was a Cyryl and that she was the most independent, most fierce and stubborn woman they had ever known. Most importantly, she had a mind for business and was intelligent.

"Kat, I think you should take the rest of the day off," her assistant said to her.

Katrina gave Nathan a look and he chuckled. Nathan had been working for Katrina ever since she became the CEO, when she was just nineteen years old. They hadn't known each other before that, but Nate successfully became one of the very few people Katrina loved and cared for. He was also one of the only people who could get through to her.

"Why?" Katrina asked Nathan.

"Because you were falling asleep during the meeting. Please Kat. Go home. And just...relax."

Katrina sighed, "I couldn't sleep last night with all of Daniel's bitching. You know, sometimes I really wonder why I try."

"So do I," Nathan admitted.

"It's complicated. In the world of–"

"In the world of money and power. Yeah, yeah, I've heard that a thousand times."

Katrina smiled, "Right."

She took her purse from Nathan.

"I'll see you tomorrow I guess," Katrina said to him.

"That you will."

Katrina gave Nate a kiss on the cheek and took the lift to the first floor. Outside, a car was already waiting for her. Katrina got into the backseat of her favorite vintage car, which was her grandfather's and took a cigar from her purse.

Her driver, Damien, handed her a lighter and a glass ashtray that had her initials in it.

"Thanks D," she said, putting the ashtray on her lap.

Katrina lit up the cigar and opened the window.

"How come you left work early today ma'am? Are you feeling alright?" Damien asked.

"Oh don't worry about me D," Katrina said, puffing out the smoke into the cool air. "I'm alright."

"Yes ma'am."

Katrina pressed the cigar onto the ashtray as the car entered the gates of her mansion. She took her purse, thanked Daniel and went inside.

She handed her bag to the first maid she saw and plopped herself onto the leather couch. Her cat, Lolo, leaped onto her and curled up in her lap.

"My beautiful Katrina."

Katrina groaned, recognizing the raspy voice immediately. She opened her eyes and looked at her mother.

"What are you doing here?" Katrina snapped.

"I'm here to see my daughter. Is that not allowed?" Penelope asked, inviting herself to sit down.

"No. I thought I told you not to come without telling me beforehand."

"For goodness' sake Katrina, I'm your mother!"

"Thought I also told you not to call yourself my mother."

"But that's what I am. Whether you like it or not. And you are my daughter."

"Penelope. Leave."

"Jeez Katrina–"

"Now! I said go! Just...go!" Katrina screamed.

Penelope sighed, "Fine. I'll go."

"Nope. You're joining us for dinner."

Katrina turned to see her husband Daniel. In a suit as always.He walked over to Penelope, loosening his tie and draped his arm around her.

"What did I say about kicking your mother out? She lives far Kat. You can at least offer her some food."

Katrina tensed up even more.

"This has nothing to do with you Daniel," she grimaced.

"It has everything to do with me."

Katrina carried Lolo in her arms, "Fine. Enjoy your dinner."

She walked upstairs, ignoring them as they called her. Katrina locked herself in her room and laid on the bed. She ignored her husband banging on the door, eventually falling asleep.

Penelope hated her mother not because she drove her father to killing himself, but because she never apologized for it. Katrina's father was madly in love with Penelope, after meeting her through his housekeeper. He was smitten by her beauty and witt. He went through a lot to finally make Penelope his wife, since his family was convinced she only wanted his money.

After being married for twelve years, Kai caught his wife with another man. She proclaimed her love for him, right in front of her husband. Kai was heartbroken and so he killed himself. Deep down she knew that it was not her fault, but someone had to be blamed.

Katrina hated her mother for not apologizing and for not caring that he died. In fact, she was happy. Because now, she could be with the bastard. 'In the name of love.' She hated her mother for not seeing her wrong doing.

Continue Reading

You'll also like

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

SHANA GRAY
4.5

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

Stripper's Love: I Married My Ex's Uncle

Stripper's Love: I Married My Ex's Uncle

G~Aden
4.2

I'm a moaning mess as Antonio slams into me from behind. His hips hit me hard, and each deep thrust sends shockwaves through my body. My breasts bounce with every movement, my eyes roll back, and I moan his name without control. The pleasure he gives me is overwhelming-I can't hold it in. I feel my walls tighten around his thick length. The pressure builds fast, and then- I explode around him, my orgasm tearing through me. He groans loud and deep as he releases inside me, his hot seed spilling into me in thick pulses. Just when I think he's done, his grip shifts. He turns me over and lays me flat on the bed. His dark eyes stare into mine for a moment, filled with raw hunger. I glance down- He's still hard. Before I can react, he grabs my wrists, pins me down, and pushes himself inside me again. He fills me completely. My hips rise on instinct, meeting his rhythm. Our bodies move together, locked in a wild, uncontrollable dance. "You're fucking sweet," he groans, his voice rough and breathless. "I can't get enough of you... not after that night, Sol," he growls, slamming into me harder. The force of his words and his thrusts make my body shake. "Come for me," he commands, his voice low and full of heat. And just like that, my body trembles. Waves of pleasure crash over me. I cry out, shaking with the force of my orgasm. "Mine," he growls again, louder this time. His voice is feral, wild, like a beast claiming what belongs to him. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. *** Solene was betrayed, humiliated, and erased by Rowan Brook, the man she once called husband, Solene is left with nothing but her name and a burning hunger for revenge. She turns to the one man powerful enough to destroy the Brooks family from within: Rowan's estranged and dangerous uncle, Antonio Rodriguez. He's ruthless. A playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice. But when Solene walks into his world, he doesn't just break the rules, he creates new ones just for her. What begins as a calculated game quickly spirals into obsession, power plays, and secrets too deadly to stay buried. Because Solene isn't just anyone's ex... she's the woman they should've never underestimated. Can she survive the price of revenge? Or will her heart become the next casualty? And when the truth comes out, will Antonio still choose her... or destroy her?

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

Viviene
4.9

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book