From Ugly Duckling to Queen The Rise of a Busines

New York's most eligible Livingston is in his prime as CEO of the company he inherited from his parents: "Livingston Aurea Fashion." However, his grandmother, who has raised him since he was nine years old because his parents died in an accident, has put a stop to his 'romantic-sexual' disorder (as the matriarch calls it so that what her beloved grandson does with women, including the company's models, does not sound so vulgar).

His height of 1.80 m is alluring to women. He is muscular, dresses to perfection, and yes... he is perfect in every aspect. Everyone surrenders at his feet, humiliating themselves and fulfilling his every whim just to spend a single night, since the handsome man carved by the gods never repeats; as he says: "a single lay and goodbye."

Just when he was about to spend a highly enjoyable moment with one of the new models who had been making eyes at him since he saw her, the door is thrown wide open. "Again!" the matriarch exclaimed, striking the fine floor with her cane and showing her displeasure.

"Grandmother, I've told you to knock on the door," he buttons his pants with obstinacy.

"Mrs. Livingston, it's a pleasure to meet you..." the girl quickly adjusts her dress.

"Get out of here!" The matriarch throws a murderous gaze at her only grandson, who seems not to care about absolutely anything.

"But I... I came for the interview," she tries to explain.

"Out!" she exclaimed harshly again. The girl turned to look at Maximus Livingston, thinking the man would defend her or that perhaps his beautiful, intense blue eyes would look at her with mercy. The only thing she found was a rejection that made her feel small between the two of them, so she ran out of the elegant and refined office. "Until when?!" The woman looks at him with disdain. "Tell me when the hell are you going to settle down?! You are 26 years old, Maximus. You have a list of high-society women interested in you."

"In my money, in my power, Grandmother," he approaches the minibar to pour himself a drink.

"So what? No one in our family has married for love, and since you don't plan to take something as important as giving heirs to the family seriously, then I will have to take matters into my own hands!" she speaks with determination. Nonetheless, Maximus takes a seat in his large boss chair. He looks unconcerned, and that is something that angers the matriarch even more: "Since your parents..."

"I don't want to talk about my parents," he said, as it is a wound that has not healed. It was his birthday when they had that accident that took their lives. It was a very difficult time.

"We will have to talk, whether you like it or not!" The matriarch strikes the floor with her cane, demonstrating her authority: "I promised your parents that I would take charge of you, that I would take care of you, and that I was going to make a good man out of you."

"I am a successful CEO! That should be enough for you!"

"You must understand, Maximus, that if you don't marry, our last name dies! We need to continue our legacy!!"

"But I'm still young!"

"Enough!!" she shouted, already tired of him not understanding it: "Everyone in this family has sacrificed their love life, and let me tell you right now, I do not accept that girlfriend you have as a wife, that Aria girl..."

"Aria, Grandmother, her name is Aria."

"Whatever! I don't accept her! You must have a normal wife, a woman who isn't 'pure plastic,' whose nobility can be seen in her gaze. A beautiful woman so that your children have a good lineage."

"It's absurd," Maximus drank his drink to the bottom; his grandmother has been on the same topic for two years.

"I have been patient with you, but that is over."

"What do you mean?"

"You may think I'm a witch, but I do everything for your own good and to fulfill my promise to my son and your mother. If you don't marry in less than a month, you are out of my inheritance."