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Vivian I don't care about love. I don't believe in love. I don't do relationships or consider marriage. I get the hit of my life with my parents killed in a car accident leaving me behind with my 18-year-old baby bro. He's eleven years younger than me. I have a secret life which might be the reason for my parents' deaths. By day, I'm 29-year-old, good for nothing, lazy, Vivian Doreen. By night? Yeah, well.... That's another, crazy, story.... Upon my parents' deadly accident, my baby bro tells me that I'm a collateral in a 10 million dollars investment contract my folks signed with some billionaire. If not paid, I need to marry his billionaire son. Like, really?! No way.... I don't even consider that, though it does give me a shock to even hear SUCH A NONSENSE! David MY FATHER IS OUT OF HIS MIND! Me?! To marry someone?! What?! I don't love someone but marry! However, my lunatic dad has a last letter my mom left for me just before she died.... He's used that letter to become what I am today and exceed the level he was and is. I did that. Now? For him to give it to me? When I'm 27? Waiting for that letter since I was eleven? I HAVE TO MARRY THE ONE HE WANTS ME TO! He said that since then. Marrying someone he wants is the final condition to finally hand me the letter.... I'M GOING NUTS! NO WAY I'LL MARRY! Or will I? One thing is for sure. WAR IS COMING! SHE'LL BE MY WIFE ON PAPERS ONLY! The rest? No way.... Nope. I don't even know her! Not that it is important.... I WON'T MARRY! At the will reading for Vivian and her little brother upon their parents' deaths, next on the list, the lawyer has the investment contract. David and his dad come in and the War of Love BEGINS! None is wanting, and both are crazy. But what happens next? Let's just say that David has a switch on everything inside.... War is on though.... War Love is the first book in the Shooting a Hot Billionaire series.
Vivian's POV:
It's still dark outside. The sky gets angry, snapping in thunders, cutting the sky in lightnings. The grey clouds are crying in a heavy rain forming mist when it hits the ground. It's 15th of May, and I'm caught in the smell of fresh brewed coffee, with perfect cinnamon buns in front of me, scrolling through my phone to see if I'm called in. I had it on silent, as I'm in a break after last night's mission.
I sip some coffee which calms my taste buds, and the fine texture tickles my insides which are empty as I haven't eaten since yesterday at breakfast. I had a busy day and didn't have time to eat. Yeah, sometimes it happens like that. My stomach growls and I munch from a cinnamon bun. It's six-thirty in the morning, and I would fucking sleep, yet I can't. I have insomnia. You get that when you have my life. I'm in a coffee shop near my place.
Who am I? Yeah.... Who the fuck am I? The official me is Vivian Doreen, I'm 29, a curvy bitch, hot babe on some standards, fucking fat on others. I don't give a fuck if I'm hot or fat. I have no interest in others' opinion. I'm me for me and not me for others. They can go and fuck themselves for what I care. I'm a company owner, with my parents. So, I'm a Financial and Planning Manager as a position in the company and having shares in the company, landing me in the shareholders board as well. The fucking company is practically mine, but my ass goes there only when it's strictly necessary. I do my work from where I am in the world. My parents gave in eventually in this...
The company? Real estate. Doreen Real Estate Investments Ltd. We're in Los Angeles. We buy proprieties and then sell them after investing in them for repairs and remodeling. They get good profit, but not so much lately, because of the economic crisis. We have a shit load of loans and we're kind of at our limit in paying it back. The proprieties aren't selling any longer, at least not at the right prices, which lands us in huge losses. Yeah...
Never mind with this shit... I'm not a tall one, nor petite, kind of in the middle. I'm a porcelain skinned one and have some hypnotic emerald eyes. My hair is shoulders length with a natural dark blond shade. It waves in form. My bachelor's degree is in Business Administration and have a lot of master's degrees, but that shit is whatever. I'm at a point in my fucking life where I don't give a shit on those. I have a baby brother. He's 18 and he's a fucking pain in the ass, for the whole family. However, that's another story. No, no boyfriend. I don't give a shit on those either. The unofficial me? Well, I'm.... Oh, wait.... My phone is ringing.... Sorry, guys.... I need to take this shit now.
"Vivian Doreen speaking." Just don't call me in... I'm so fucking depressed right now... It's an unknown number....
"Miss Doreen?" A man's voice is asking me what I've already confirmed. Is this guy hit in the head or something? Still, his voice is a bit not that strong.... Like some bad news coming in.... I look outside the window, seeing the storm raging and it hits me in my guts. A penetrating fire of dim pain, ravaging me, covers my being, making me have shivers down my spine.
"Speaking." Just say already....
"I have to give you some not very good news. Are you sitting?" What?! Who the fuck is this guy?!
"Yes." YOU FUCKING DRIVE ME NUTS!
"I'm detective Henry Calkin. I'm very sorry, but your parents had an accident last night on their way home." What did he say? What? Sorry? Accident? Mom? Dad? I look at the phone and put it back to my ear. I'm dizzy and I feel like I'll pass out though I'm the strongest bitch there is out there.
"Come again? You are sorry for what? What accident?" The man pauses to my increased tremor inside and exploding heart and brain. I saw my parents last time two weeks ago. They were well and happy to see me. We get along very well and.... No.... I don't want to think.... I don't want to accept.... I don't want to believe.... I....
"Miss Doreen, you need to come in and identify your parents over the morgue.... I'm so sorry to give you the news.... They've lost their lives in a tragic accident and we believe it's murder, but we don't have enough evidence yet. Can you come in now? Your brother is with us but he's having a breakdown and can't go in and identify. He's young and we don't want to force him over this." Steven? Baby brother? I can't.... Tears knot under my chin and I'm so hit inside that I can't move. I'm on automatic when I hear about Stevie.... He's alone in there and mom and dad.... FUCKING SHIT!
"Send me address. I'm on my way." I hang up the call. I'm cold and strong outside and in voice, but inside? I'm fucking dead.... This? This has just sent a ninja sword in my heart and threw me to my grave. If it weren't for my baby brother, I would have fucking died right now. Mommy? Daddy? You guys better joke with this shit! You aren't allowed to die! Why?! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!
I take my car keys and wallet and go to my car with light speed to go to the location I've been sent by the detective who called me. I try calling Mom, Dad and Steven on their phones, but no one answers. I'm so fucked up right now! I can't even see the road ahead while driving! I don't even fucking know how I reached here safe and sound and nailed the address. I had my fucking sports car at maximum to reach here.
I go inside, storming. No, I'm not crying now. I have a normal appearance and pretend to be a strong bitch. My baby brother needs me strong and protective. I'm his only fucking family, no matter our differences. "Vivian Doreen. I was called by detective Henry Calkin about my parents having an accident last night." I say to the officer from the reception. He checks the computer and makes a call.
"Detective Calkin? Miss Vivian Doreen is here. Should I send her up? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I'll send the documents in a few minutes. Yes. I'll bring miss Doreen right now." He hangs up. "Come with me, miss Doreen."
He takes me to the elevators, and we go up at the fourth floor. He's silent but checks me out. "Miss? Do I know you from somewhere? You kind of look familiar...." Not having time for this shit! I keep an iced exterior, all serious, a fucking cold bitch.
"I don't think so, officer. I don't remember you. And I get all the faces I ever see." I don't give him any look, being focused on the fucking doors to open and get out, hoping all this is a dark joke or wake up from the fucking nightmare. He goes silent seeing my attitude. Not happening.... Not happening.... Viv? WAKE THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE DREAMING! NOT REAL!
When the doors open, I go out with an all mighty attitude, which is fake, but whatever, and see my baby brother on one of the chairs in front of an office door, with his head on his hands, sobbing and saying something between his tears. I go to him, all crumbling inside at his sight, with hurried steps. "Stevie? Baby?" The moment he hears my voice, he moves his tormented, crying eyes at me and breaks. Oh.... My.... God.... It's fucking real.... Hold it in Viv.... Be a cold bitch for baby bro.... He needs you strong.... Don't you fucking cry! Ice your heart! RIGHT NOW!
"VIV! MOM AND DAD DIED! They...died...Viv...." He's on me, crying and crazy....
I clear my throat to keep it in and hold him, rubbing his back. I'm here.... I will never leave you.... I know.... It hurts so fucking much.... It's death inside of me, too.... Don't cry.... You rip my soul, baby....
"Shh.... Calm down.... I'm here, baby bro...." I kiss his head and keep him tight in my arms.
"Viv! Tell me it's not real! Mom and dad are alive! Please.... Viv.... Please.... No...." I hold him tighter now as he's going crazy, raging in crying for the plague which hit our family.... I take such a deep breath and release it. I cup his face and make him look into my eyes which I don't know how they look at this point. I might look like a psychotic bitch right now.... I don't fucking know....
"Stevie! Look at me!" He looks at me, all crying and shaking. "No matter what, we are together. Okay? If they were killed, like the detective said.... I'll kill the motherfucker who did this to us.... Alright? Now man up! Mom and dad are relying on us to be strong. They loved us and they want us to be strong and overcome this. Trust me. They'll pay...."
He nods at me as he's the only one that fucking knows what I mean. I don't fucking care what I've just said in front of the officer. I'm a fucking bitch all the way; the strongest ass out there. No one puts me down. I'll find them, I'll hurt them, I'll kill them.... This is not going to end here.... Mom? Dad? I'll revenge you guys.... My soul and heart are gone.... They've gone with you guys.... My everything has just been taken away....
"Yes.... Viv...." He's sobbing.
"Take a seat. I'll talk to the detective and then we'll go home. Okay?" He nods again and I kiss his forehead while he's slowly letting my right hand go. I know, kiddo....We'll see after....
When I turn around to go in the detective's office, the man is out, looking at us, at me to be more exact, and checks me out, narrowing his stare on my face. He's in his thirties, a towering guy, with a typical detective attitude, hands in his pockets, under his suit jacket, his gun in sight a bit. We have a lock of stares. I'm all fucking crazy in stare, as I usually am. "Miss Doreen? Please, come inside."
He shows me in. I walk in straight in stance, like a lion, like I always am. I'm so fucking pissed, hurt, revengeful.... I take a seat in front of his office.
"Spare me with the take-it-easy normal procedure and cut to the chase, detective. What happened, when, why, evidence. I need to know them now. This case is going higher as of now. It's my parents we're talking about."
He's just taken a seat on his chair and taken aback by my attitude, having his eyebrows raised at me and surprised eyes. He's now laying back on his chair in a thinking pose, studying me. Yeah, yeah.... Cut the crap. I need them now. I won't wait after your fucking ass for ages to get to the bottom of this shit. I'm fucking higher than you....
"Miss Doreen. You're not a very normal family member for victims in a case. You can become a suspect. Do you know that? After what you said outside, you show you can be a killer. It wouldn't be first time when a close family member murdered his own. Plenty of such cases. As long there's a reason, you could have done it."
Is this guy for real now?
My father is in an advanced state of leukemia and I've been taking care of him for the last four years. I dropped my entire CEO career, sold my company, and isolated myself with him to be there for him and his needs. I can't lose my dad.... However, all the money I had, which weren't pennies, are reaching red line, and my dad needs his treatment and surgery which cost a lot, and I have no other ways of paying but taking a job after four years of complete retirement from the working field on all sides. At 34, a curvy, former brilliant CEO in the public eyes and a rare and important person in the shadows under the name of Saint, I, Lacey Holtrey, need to get my ass back to work to save my dad. My best friend, Brenda, secures for me a job interview at one of the most reputable movie companies having as head a young billionaire and big mafia boss, Hunter Markle, with the looks of an Adonis and the built of a Greek God. Upon my interview there for the job position as the assistant/secretary of CEO Hunter Markle, things play another way, and from a normal job position, he requires a 24h assistant job from me right before I want to walk away from his office. The damn money I need for my dad take the best of my pride of not working under a younger than me and with not that innocent looks at me boss, so I accept it. But soon enough, my entire past from the shadows comes back like a hurricane.... “I’ve changed my mind, Miss Holtrey. The more I get to know you, the more value I find. Hence, the new salary. Plus, you will take a lot of work as I’m a busy man and lead an empire. You’ll see that the amount of work and time I will get from you, will equal the 100k.” It’s a Devil’s pact I’m signing here. And his name is Hunter. Suitable for the real him. He does air a hunter. Lacey? Dad…. You can protect yourself from harm.
Landing back home to my dad from abroad upon finishing my PhD studies should have been the happiest moment in my life, right? Nah.... A punishing to my soul and heart news hits me right from my father's lips. I need to marry Fredrick Shawn tomorrow morning, a 31 hot billionaire and dangerous mafia head, to settle a 40 million debt my and my dad's companies have to him as an investor. I, Mona Sandler, 26, curvy, genius, businesswoman, rebel, badass, with a life in the shadows even my own dad knows nothing about, break before this crushing to my all settlement between Fredrick and my dad to prevent the entire collapse of our companies. However, he's going to have me on papers only and I'll make his life a living hell. The name I possess in the shadows is Pandora Angel.... He wants me? He doesn't know what he's asking for.... But.... When I meet him for the signing of the marriage contract in his own office, something in me responds to him. Yet, I'm on revenge mode, and I'm not going to surrender to the crawling feelings he summons in me. To pay debts back? Okay. To be his real wife? HELL NO!
I'm Stacey Alexander, 30, a curvy one, top special agent and a businesswoman. I'm under mission in a VVIP club with my team to hunt down a heavy Mafia head who's loose on drugs and killing for pleasure at his point. While waiting for the bastard, I spot my baby sister in the club at the arm of a young billionaire, posing like an escort by the looks of it, though she should have been in a study night for her Harvard studies! I go bazooka in my head and follow them upstairs to the private rooms, all angry and heartbroken! I'm paying everything for her princess ass! When I land in the private room that has her and other four out of this world men, I get the biggest heartbreak from her words and attitude towards me, I shoot down the main bastard I'm here for, set free my baby sister from under my guardianship, and take a flight abroad on a last minute mission the same night, to detach from my pained heart and disappointment. Upon my return from my mission, my superior announces me that to compensate for the damages I and my team produced in that goddamn club because of our operation there, the owner of it, Brian Stredge, 26, a billionaire and a heavier than that bastard Mafia head, asks my agency to have me as his 'bodyguard' under the cover of a fake fiancée, because he's got deadly threats around him! I go against it because it's under my level to do that! Me?! To babysit?! Get the...out of here! And he's no damsel in distress! He's got an army around him and deadly himself as the big Mafia head he is! This damn playboy and heartthrob is driving me crazy to go on such a mission! But I accept it in the end.... I'm not allowed to refuse.... Oh.... I think I'll end up killing his ass....
Her world as she knew was about to radically change. When her car crashed by accident in the gate of a billionaire hybrid, Thomas DiAngelo, Mika Reigna's life was under a death threat. The Red Moon was witness of the hunt while the 18-year-old girl was running for her life, after being bitten by the over 500-year-old vampire-werewolf with a youthful appearance and the looks of a heartthrob. Her footsteps were taking her in the heart of the forest on the vast dominion the hybrid had, to escape the Devil who was after her to devour her special human blood. Neither Thomas, nor Mika, knew what the craze under the Red Moon event was about to bring among them. She was human, but was she? Would he kill her, or would he protect her from himself? Would love, pure love, conquer their hearts for one another? Did they have a past connection? What significance did the Red Moon have for them? Was she going to accept her new fate that was destined for her since birth? Thomas DiAngelo was a cruel beast, but with a pure soul for what mattered. He was head of the Hybrids House, but also leader over the other eight supernatural houses around the world. In front of the human world, he was a ruthless businessman, feared by others. Every Red Moon event, he would lose control over himself and needed to be restrained by his people under chains and spells, to not go on a killing spree and attack the innocent. But that fateful night, when Mika crashed with her car in his main gate, nothing worked to keep him at bay, for her blood drove him insane in cravings and the unwanted hunt began.... The story and series will bring you vampires, werewolves, witches, banshees, and many other creatures for the houses stood for a certain species. You'll meet romance, supernatural, real world, business world, comedy, action, horror, betrayal, jealousy, friendship, brotherhood, and more. Red Moon Love is the first book in the Bloody Hunters Saga series.
New York City gives the start of a romance. Or does it? Selena Duchmond is a single 31-year-old Marketing Manager at a humongous real estate company for the last month. She’s a curvy girl, with a professional attitude, and nothing intimidates her, not even the hottest and wealthiest guys out there. Personal problems? Three million dollars in debts for her side family business since the economic crisis, and a shitty health. Are these problems keeping her out of being an Alpha girl in her all? Not at all. Nobody in the office knows about her problems. She’s just considered the fatty, arrogant ass. Oh! And the Ice Queen. Ice Queen? She keeps all male population in a friendzone manner or strictly business. Why? She doesn’t believe in true love. All attempts on her from guys are considered as fake and unreliable promises. Her only wish is to restore peace and stability in her family. When the hot billionaire is waiting for the Marketing Manager at the meeting who is kind of late, and lays his eyes on her, though she’s not his type in general, a strong impression envelopes his being. Seeing she’s not having any reaction at the sight of him, his interest spikes so much that the burning fire of having her urges him to accept the challenge of making her his…. What will he do to make her his? Will he take advantage of her financial situation to turn things into his favor? Will he be the fire that will melt the ice that traps her heart? Will she make him a one woman’s man? Will she surrender to him? Will their story be a romance of true, pure love? One thing is for sure, she’s his Angel and he’s her Satan.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
While Sienna reached the pinnacle of her success, Julian remained the forgotten son of his family, the one who had secretly stolen her first kiss in the shadows of the night. As Sienna hit her darkest moment, Julian returned home, leaving his life behind, only to witness her tears glistening in the moonlight as she reluctantly accepted another man's proposal. When Sienna needed Julian more than ever, he had risen to a position of power and had become her most steadfast pillar of support. "Please marry me." There was no one else in the world who could love Sienna as deeply as Julian did.
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
During her three years of marriage with Brendan, Adeline had become as humble as dust itself. However, what she got in return wasn't love and affection, but endless indifference and disdain. Worse yet, when the woman in Brendan's heart suddenly showed up, he further distanced himself from her. Finally, Adeline couldn't stand it anymore and asked for a divorce. After all, why should she stay with such a cold, distant man? The next one would surely be better. Brendan watched as his ex-wife left with her luggage in tow. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he made a bet with his friends. "She'll definitely regret leaving and will come crawling back to me in no time." After hearing about this bet, Adeline sneered. "Dream on!" A few days later, Brendan ran into his ex-wife in a bar. It turned out she was celebrating her divorce. Not long after, he noticed that the damned woman seemed to have a new suitor. Brendan was starting to panic. The woman who had clung to him for three years suddenly didn't seem to give a damn about him. What was he going to do?
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"