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The Greek' a mistress

The Greek' a mistress

Heaven_Kiss6969

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"The journey of her life takes her right into the arms of a handsome man willing not only to make her wishes come true but also to give her his heart." When Catherine gave vent to her darkest desires with the handsome man next to her in a hotel club in Florence, she did not think that she was getting involved with a Greek adonis, literally, it was Bastian Santini, one of the richest men in the world. of the great Catherine and of Europe,he was there for business and something else, and she ended up in Italy in an attempt to give her life another direction, perhaps the beauty of long legs and tanned skin is all that this Greek needs And without both of them realizing it, Catherine ends up in his arms... and in his heart. But when reality and truth hit her, she realizes that they belong to very different worlds, no matter how much Bastian says otherwise and uses seduction to keep her by his side, at the same time he hides a secret from her that threatens to destroy her. lovers relationship The journey is about to end and love, as well as desire and passion only grows around the two of them. Will Catherine stay? Or did she just pack her things, taking with her the heart of a Greek millionaire?

Chapter 1 Episode 1

It was four in the afternoon, on the one hand Catherine was relieved not to hear the hustle and bustle of New York traffic in Brooklyn, although on the other hand at the same time she would appreciate at least a distraction from her own thoughts, she had been lying on her bed for a whole hour. bed in the smallbut picturesque house of his grandmother

his late grandmother

Just thinking about her, the woman who raised her forever, the memory brought new tears to her eyes and she who thought that she could not shed more once again surprised herself, she had been in a small and colorful town for almost a year in Cold Spring, a quaint little town on theNew York suburbs an hour away from his apartment in Brooklyn, he still had a lot of pending paperwork despite being fired from his grandmother almost a year ago, he had to think about what he would do with the house and his apartment, he felt very comfortable among her grandmother's things and in honor of thetruth was not ready to return to her apartment and her life, with the death of her grandmother she had been more alone than ever, she could still remember part of her childhood with her grandparents because they were the only ones who were with her since her childhood, her mother I leave her with them for going afterany man who had enough money to pay for his luxuries and frivolities and pretended to have no parents, much less a daughter

Catherine didn't even know who the apparently sperm donor was.

It is not as if the fact of not knowing who her father is had affected her a lot when she was young because her grandparents were always with her, they raised and educated her, they looked after her even in her last minutes of life.

The word "cancer" still echoed in her head when the forensic doctor had just done the autopsy on her grandmother's body and Catherine was waiting in the cold pacillo wrapped in the tears of other people who had also lost a loved one, at that time I felt a lot of guilt because beforeHe hadn't come back to town from that in his hustle with preparing for exams and keeping everything in his life in Brooklyn.

He had stopped checking his cell phone for a couple of months, he had simply turned off the noisy device before he destroyed it by pouring out all his anger, pain and frustration that he still contained inside

Also it's not really like she had a family worried about her and her whereabouts, just her friend Lauren but she was on a business trip to Los Angeles, she was offered the job of a lifetime as a marketing designer at a well known company, though it was a position for a very short timeagreed a contract even so it was still an achievement that made her feel very happy for her friend, Lauren was only with Catherine a few months before her job got in the way

Catherine really understood her and at first she really wanted to be alone, even on a day like today.

The mail requesting a period of leave due to bereavement that she had originally written to the director of the institute where she worked as a secondary school teacher knew that it would soon be replaced by a letter of resignation or dismissal "whatever came first" and so to say truth still did not feelready to get on with her life like she used to

She wanted some time for herself, she felt that these eight months of mourning had not been enough to silence the sadness

In a very short time she would be a single woman, with no children, no husband, no family and much less work, although the latter remained to be seen, she really did not want to be unemployed

It would be the cherry on the cake

She never imagined that something like this would happen... Unlike her grandmother who was aware of the situation

At fifty-nine years old, Mrs. Beatriz Russo had looked more than ten years younger than her age

She had played the role of mother to Catherine like no other.

"Pfff," Catherine sighed as she got up from her bed and took a sitting position, looking at the mess around her and her gaze fell on the white envelope on the nightstand next to her bed.

It had been there for eight months and he still did not dare to open it, according to a lawyer, it was his grandmother's will, he had not even gone to read said document and he thanked the lawyer for his attention in sending it to him, there were no others to whom leave such savings and even at this point notshe was quite sure she would accept it, as it is a considerable amount that her grandmother had left her

"Even after you're dead, you care about me," she whispered to nothing as she took the envelope.

It was impossible to control the slight tremor of his hands while trying to open it, his grandmother was always a very humble woman, they had not been poor but it would be a lie if he said that whenever they wanted they could spend money like nothing

Perhaps they had gone through better economic times and others not so good, however "waste was not something to consider having other priorities", that was what her grandfather had said and even so he always came with some candies for her

At least as a child they always gave her the occasional treat, she still remembered going out on Fridays to eat ice cream or have some milkshakes, the rest could be said that the couple was a great savings couple and with a view to the future

Her future

With the death of her grandfather, Catherine came to think that it would be the end for both of them, but no, and that was something that she was immensely grateful to God for, Beatriz had known how to get them both ahead by creating her own sewing business and selling some desserts in his small house, at eighteenCatherine had gotten a scholarship to study in Brooklyn and could stay on campus while she finished her degree.

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