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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

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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, with above average muscles, always dressed in a tailored three-piece suit and a charming smile on his face. Christopher Rogers might be a bad guy, but she wouldn't succumb to temptation. She felt sold by her own father for the benefit of the company, but her current situation forced her to accept that absurd proposal. She couldn't let her family's legacy fall into ruins, she couldn't let her mother and brothers go through difficulties, so Melanie accepted marriage, sacrificing herself for the good of the whole family. - My future son-in-law - Tom sighs proudly. - It's very beautiful, forgive my daughter, I told her to come dressed for the occasion, but she didn't listen to me. She sucks up. She thinks. - Melanie is charming as usual, there's no need to apologize - the boy says politely. - I just dressed up a little more to be on par with your daughter. Shameless, bastard. Do you think I didn't notice you staring at my breasts? She rolls her eyes, responding mentally. The elevator doors open, Tom leaves with the rest of the people and Christopher puts his hand close to her face, preventing her from leaving. The doors close again and due to the proximity, she ends up looking up a bit, looking into those gray eyes full of malice. Rogers gives a charming smile looking at that angelic face, letting out a sigh. - Not even a little kiss before we get married? - I'm the conservative type - she challenges him with her gaze. - I don't think so from the size of that cleavage - he looks at her shamelessly, seeing that brown skin seems incredibly soft and receptive to her touches. - Will you stop looking at my breasts?! - She catches his attention. - It's so beautiful that I can't help it - she gives a naughty little smile. - Melanie, is it just me or are you not wearing a bra? - You want to borrow it, right? - mocks. He growls, dying to suck that sharp tongue, running his free hand through his own hair to hold on. - If he does that, I'll go into the bathroom with him and only come back after about 30 minutes. - Then I must disappoint you, because I don't have what you're looking for - he raises an amused eyebrow. - In fact, you just confirmed to me that you are without it and now your mouth is watering just thinking about it - he licks his lips. - Which means that with a single movement I could get them out. - Don't even dare consider that idea! - looks at him, even though he knows that Christopher wouldn't do it, as they had been engaged for a while and the two had never touched, not even to greet each other, respecting personal space. He looks into her eyes, with a roguish smile on his face. - Too late, now it will serve as fuel for when I'm in the shower - he moves a little closer, feeling the deliciously fragrant perfume emanating from his bride. - I don't know if I'll be able to wait until the honeymoon - he teases her. - I think you'd better wait until the day of St. Never - he growls. The elevator doors open and she turns sideways, looking at his arm. - Excuse me - she says politely. Christopher lowers his arm, letting her pass, people enter the elevator and he leaves, with his eyes glued to her ass, watching her twerk. Never say Never. Rogers thinks. The blonde goes back to talking to his father-in-law, who asks if everything is okay due to their sudden disappearance, being reassured by the voice of his daughter who states that they were just talking. It's their turn, the judge starts and she interrupts him, leaving her father angry and her fiancé surprised. - I wonder if you can skip this part, I have a flight in an hour - Melanie turns to the table, ready to sign the wedding papers. - My daughter - her father approaches, speaking low and calmly. - You'll be on your honeymoon after this. - Ahem... - signs the document. - I have an important meeting in California, I don't think I'll have any problem being away on my honeymoon, is that ok with you, dear? Melanie hands him the pen and he takes it with his left hand, without touching it. - There will be no problem, dear - she signs the papers. - Good luck on your trip. Yes, she was trying to get him out of his mind, but she ended up getting angry at not getting what she wanted, seeing him calm and relaxed. - So I'll see you in three weeks - Melanie puts her sunglasses on her face and walks away clicking in her heels, without looking back. The two leave the place, walking calmly, losing sight of the brunette. - I'm sorry for my daughter's behavior - Tom tries to explain himself a little nervously, getting into the elevator with his son-in-law. - I hope this doesn't ruin our deal. - Business will still stand - he gives a charming smile. - And don't worry about Melanie, now she's my responsibility and we'll resolve our differences at one time or another. - I am very lucky to have a son-in-law as patient as you. - Patient is a virtue that few have. They both leave the building where they were, seeing the autumn sun rising in all its splendor. - You will have a lot of work with my daughter, I must admit that. Melanie is pretty headstrong when she wants to be. - Soon she will change her mind about me. Mr. Williams' driver appears, opening the car door, but before getting in he finishes talking to his son-in-law. - I hope so - he sighs. - Have a good afternoon, son. - For you too - he says goodbye politely, seeing you get into the car. Christopher gets into his and while his private driver drives, he makes a call. - Good afternoon, I would like to cancel the restaurant reservation I made at seven. - You and your wife changed their minds because of the menu or... - That's not it, she's too tired and unwell to go out, I'll call to schedule another day. - Okay, do you want me to send the flowers to your house? - That won't be necessary, thanks Stuart. - No, sir. Christopher hangs up the call and sees Anthony looking at him from the rearview mirror curiously. - Did she really run away? - the driver comments. - I must be a nightmare as a husband - he looks at

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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

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