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At Bernard Tech, financial troubles loom large as their current major project hits a snag.Ā The Lorenzo family grapples with challenges, caused mainly by their youngest son, Dimitri, who isĀ haunted by past heartbreaks as he walks a dangerous path, much to their dismay. Kingsley Bernard, desperate for a solution, asks his friend Donald for assistance. Donald Lorenzo offers a lifeline. A marriage proposal between their children.Ā Audriana must navigate the treacherous waters of Dimitri's unpredictable behavior. As tensions arise and secrets unravel, will Dimitri discard his reckless ways and embrace love? Will their union rescue Bernard Tech from ruin? Would they find out who tried to sabotage pivotal project?
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The dark room was dimly lit by the two lamps that were sitting at each of the bedside tables, the moon did little to gracing the room with its night lights from the window.
The bed is covered by a black-colored comforter and a white bedspread, on top of the bed is a crumpled shirt, a black jean trouser and a shoe. The headboard held the same color as the comforter, including the curtains and other cushions in the room.
"You bastard" the blond woman in a red revealing nightdress that was standing at the head of the king-sized bed, picked up her heels that were laying some meters away from her and threw one of them across the room.
The young handsome black-haired man in only his dark jeans, moved to the side to dodge the heel and let out a sigh.
"Look, Angela, we can talk about this, please just stop thro-" his words were interrupted by the lamp that crashed just inches to his face.
With wide-opened eyes, he looked to the wall that just took the crash and then back to the fuming woman who was breathing so hard as she glared at him.
It pissed him off.
'What the hell is wrong with her?' he asked himself and instead of lashing out like he wanted to, he closed his eyes and took in deep breaths then slowly let them out to calm his anger.
Now isn't the time to get angry because from his experience with the female gender, getting angry when she is angry or even provoking her when she is on 'rage stage' is a bad idea.
"My name isn't Angela you prick" she screamed then threw a pen in his direction and he caught it.
She was now looking around her to see what next, she could throw at him when he began speaking.
"Okay, Natalie let--" he was stopped by her second heel that met with his face in a hard blow.
Now he is furious.
"Prevail, my name is Prevail, you bas-" she stopped when she saw the angry-possessed man walking in her direction in quick steps.
There wasn't any time to escape since he was already standing in front of her and was now holding her both wrists in a tight grip.
"I said that we will settle this Prevail, am I clear?" he asked not remembering what needed settlement.
He needed her out of the penthouse he was presently occupying so that he could have his night rest and later in the morning he could check the damage she caused to his face.
He had brought her in earlier but stopped because he wasn't feeling it and she went all ballistic on him.
He let go of her wrist and pushed her lightly to the bed then took out his wallet from his back pocket and threw all the money inside.
"Here is your pay, now get lost," he tells her and she immediately grabs the money and scurries away from his room.
He sat on the bed and put his face in his palm then let out a deep sigh and wondered if women knew the meaning of a 'no-string attached' fling.
"Never have an overdramatic woman in your home again... it is a bad idea" he commented under his breath and lay on his bed with his hand at the back of his head.
'At least she isn't crazy like the last one' he thought with a smirk.
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Dimitri Lorenzo is the second and now the only son of a Spanish business mogul, Donald Lorenzo, and a former British hairstylist turned businesswoman, Patricia Lorenzo.
He is New York City's most eligible bachelor/playboy as the media displays him.
The Lorenzos' have a wide chain of businesses from hotels to restaurants to beauty salons, clothing lines, shipping, and many more running back home in Spain, here in New York, in other states in the US, and many countries in other parts of the world.
The handsome man with his shades sitting on top of his full black hair is seated with his best friend Aiden Cameron Stuart on his patio that is located in between the pool and the gazebo of his house.
He is wearing a multi-color stripe vest with a pair of brown khaki shorts and slides, Aiden has the same clothes on but he is wearing a cream khaki.
Aiden's blond hair is quite messy with him constantly running his fingers through it, he has a good-looking five o'clock shadow beard. The blue-eyed man has his shades on while he sips his coconut juice.
Dimitri enjoys hanging out with his family and friends, they are his priority, then business, and lastly... women he takes out to events.
"Be glad she took the money and didn't react as badly as the other girl. What's her name again? Hayley?" Aiden asked.
"Eunice, I guess," Dimitri said checking his face on the hand mirror he was holding, "I told her we can settle it but she still went ahead to throw the shoe at me" he muttered in annoyance.
He had a bad purple color on his cheek, he flexed his jaw to check if something was broken.
"Is it that bad?" he asked.
Aiden laughed. "Uh... not really and settle what? If I may ask"
"I can't remember, but whatever made her throw things at me, I didn't want to make her anymore angry because"
"Making an already angry woman angrier is a bad idea," they both said together.
"It is plain stupid" Aiden added. "Women are beautiful creatures, why not appreciate their beauty, eh Dimitri?" Aiden asked.
"You are correct bro"
"What are you guys talking about?" Caleb Lorenzo asked as he joined the men on the patio, he was holding a can of soda in his hand.
Caleb is Dimitri's cousin, they have been real close right from when they were little. Dimitri, his older brother Cade, and Caleb always dress up as superheroes saying they have to save the whole world.
When they became grown men, they would always laugh at how ridiculous they were to have thought they could save the whole world by dressing as superheroes.
Aiden joined their circle when they got into college. The four of them were inseparable until Cade finished college and decided to travel abroad to 'explore'.
Dimitri, Caleb, and Aiden were kind of sad they wouldn't be seeing their 'Big Brother' as they call him. He promised to be back soon, but that never happened.
It has been almost four years and Dimitri hasn't yet healed from what happened. It was hard on everyone, but Dimitri didn't take it easy. It was heartbreaking not to see the man he looked up to anymore.
Cade was the one always protecting Dimitri, keeping him on track, and the one Dimitri looked up to. Dimitri loves his dad but Cade was more of the dad to him.
Their father was quite harsh on Dimitri 'like who could blame him?'. Dimitri wasn't a normal child to begin with, he was out of the ordinary.
"Women" answered Dimitri.
"I wondered why I asked when I already know the answer," Caleb shook his head then frowned at the coloring on Dimitr's jaw "Should I ask about the injury you sustained?" Caleb asked as he settled on the available chair.
"No, how is everything, man?" Aiden asked.
"Okay, everything is fine man, just been busy with preparations" Caleb answered.
"What preparations?" Aiden asked.
"My engagement party, remember guys? My engagement party is next month" Caleb said looking from Aiden to Dimitri. "You guys don't remember?"
"You are getting married?" asked Dimitri.
"Yes, I told Alina to mail you guys the invites, I am guessing she didn't, looking at how confused you guys seem," he said.
"If you told Alina to send Dimitri the invites, you should know she won't," Aiden said.
"She hates my guts" Dimitri adds.
"Why won't she?" asked Caleb.
"I haven't don-" Caleb cuts him off.
"Don't say something nasty about her" he glared at Dimitri.
"Chill dude, she isn't your real sister to begin with," he remarks and Caleb throws him a glare so he raises his hands in defense "Don't be mad dude, I haven't touched her. I don't have a death wish" he rolled his eyes.
"She won't hate you if you stopped your playboy games and not used her friend" he accused and a frown sat on Dimitri's forehead.
"Woah, Woah there bro, Hannah knew what she was getting herself into, I didn't use force on her, and neither will I ever use force on any woman. I told her no strings attached, it was just an unserious affair and we both enjoyed it." Dimitri defends.
"Still and her name is Rebecca," Caleb said.
"Whatever, but congratulations man I am so happy for you," Dimitri says.
"Congratulations, I am so happy for you too Caleb," Aiden said to him.
"I will mail the invites to you both" Caleb assured.
"Will be expecting it," Aiden said "And my invite to be your best man" he added.
Dimitri gave Aiden a look and laughed "I am his cousin so I get to be his only best man, right cousin?"
"Look no fighting over the post of being the best man, okay? you both could take the duty" Caleb said.
Dimitri and Aiden looked at each other.
"Na, I am more man enough for the post, so I get to be your best man," Dimitri said and Aiden hissed then shook his head.
"You wish" Aiden scoffed.
You guys will be my best men, no need to throw tantrums about it" Caleb said and that shuts them up.
"Fine, fine but I am glad for this great news you brought to us," said Dimitri.
"Thanks, man" they shook hands and shared a hug. "Why don't you settle down?" Caleb asked.
Aiden looked at him with his brow raised, same with Dimitri.
"Seriously? You can say all that your talk to Aiden, but as for me, nope I am not interested in settling down, not now, not ever" Dimitri took a swing from his drink. "Love or marriage isn't for me"
"Is it because of Da--"
"Don't mention her name," Dimitri raised his voice a bit as he glared at Caleb before they softened after a moment. "Look I am sorry for snapping, but I don't want to talk about it at all, okay?" he said
"Sure" Caleb nods.
There was a moment of silence before Dimitri spoke again.
"This calls for a celebration,"
"We are going to party like it's the end of the world," Aiden said.
"No, no, no I don't want an elaborate party... just with family. Emily agrees too" Caleb said.
Dimitri and Aiden almost spat out their drinks when they heard the name.
"Seriously?" Aiden asked just at the same time Dimitri asked.
"Emily?"
Pastry chef Isabelle Marie Campbell is fired from her job in a coffee shop following a report by a billionaire, leading to her struggle to save her late motherās bakery with a deadline to vacate her space in a month. Fortunately, she lands a job as a personal chef to an old American-based, Italian billionaire. Her heart twists when she finds out that he is the grandfather of the cold-hearted, hot-tempered, and arrogant Alessandro Levon Moretti, an Italian billionaire heir based in New York City. He was also the same man responsible for losing her job. His grandfatherās health was fast deteriorating, and he needed a woman to marry fast or lose his inheritance. As Isabelle contemplates either quitting her dream job or enduring Alessandroās unwelcoming presence, he walks up to her with a cold and arrogant expression. āBe my girlfriend for three months. We shall have a contract for itā¦
Joan's life was shattered when her family's business crumbled, forcing her to work in a bakery to survive. Santiago, scarred by a bitter heartbreak, swore off love-until fate brought them together. They struck a deal; Joan would pretend to be Santiago's girlfriend, and in return, he'd help revive her father's company. But when secrets surface, and dangerous pasts come back to haunt them, their fragile arrangement begins to crack. As their lives spiral into chaos, one question remains: Will their bond withstand the shadows of their past, or will it all come crashing down?
Cade Lorenzo discovers a family secret which made him feel betrayed. Fresh from college, Cade's quest for answers about his parents' mysterious disappearance leads him to a foreign land, where he meets with the lady he met online. But things take a perilous turn when Cade's reunion with his mother ends in a disaster, prompting him to abandon his old identity as a billionaire and forge a new path as an ordinary citizen. A cruel revelation emerges, which threatened not only his own safety but also the lives of those he cares about. Caught in a web of deceit spun by the cunning Daniella, Cade races against time to expose her shenanigans before things gets bad. He was involved in an accident, leaving his family mourning his supposed demise. Years later, Cade returns, but now a different man with a mission, Will his family get to know what his mission is before things gets out of hand?
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Letās get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the companyās CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "Youāre mine. Now and always."