Megan was a normal, straight-laced teenager who never took chances. Losing her virginity to the stranger who ran her over was never in her plans. But that's exactly what happened. One perfect night and she fell head over heels in love with the man she never saw again. But life was not the best with her and, for the sake of her family, she had to marry under pressure, joining the surname of the newest richest in Noriah South, the Millers, to the traditional Collins. But fate wanted her to find in her own home the man she had searched for for years of her life, who populated her most intimate and secret dreams. Could they hide the intense feelings caused by that one night of love? What was behind the Collinses, that mysterious and unscrupulous family? Story with depiction of sex scenes and obscene words, not suitable for children under 18. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ Story with description of sex scenes and obscene words. It is not a hot book with history, but a history with hot. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
We were all sitting in the living room as my father asked. Family meeting. It didn't used to be very common, but it did happen from time to time, usually to scold. With three single female daughters in the house, it wasn't always smooth sailing. We both had different personalities and fought for attention all the time. So sometimes my dad would just "crack out" and scream to clear up the mess. But that day everything was fine... There hadn't been any arguments. Not that I've seen. I was facing my father, Pedro Miller. My mother sat next to him.
I wasn't sure whether or not she knew what that conversation was about. Michelle was lying in an armchair with her legs up. My older sister always wanted exclusivity and the good life and that bothered me a little. Martina sat next to me, in her cheerful way and not caring too much about what was happening, focused on her cell phone.
- Martina, put down your cell phone.
She looked at our father and did as he asked, even against her will. Our father was not an angry or authoritarian man, but he still had our respect. He always fought to give us everything we had. The Miller family was poor, though not in need, but it was tight-knit. And we always had the basics from our father's work. My mother was always left with the task of taking care of the daughters, since we were a bit of work when we were little. And Noriah wasn't a good place to get a job, especially for women. The kingdom was in decay and the end of the monarchy was only a matter of time. My father didn't like the queen, but he didn't get involved in the rebel movements either, and he didn't want us to participate in any way either. He was afraid that something might happen to us.
- Well, what demands our attention so much? I don't remember anything going wrong today. - Michelle said thoughtfully.
- Yes... It was all quiet. - said Martina. โ By the way, I just got home from school... There wasn't even time to fight.
I started to laugh. In this case, it was always me and Martina against Michelle.
- The news is important... The best we've ever had in our entire lives.
I got curious and made myself better on the couch. What would have happened?
- What happened? asked my mother. - I'm starting to get worried.
So my mother didn't know what was going on either. My father continued:
- It's been a while since a distant uncle of the Millers was very sick... And he passed away last week.
- What uncle is this? I asked. โ We don't know him?
- Not really. As I said, he is a distant relative.
"And..." Michelle asked. โ What do we have to do with the uncle we never saw?
- Your relative? Who exactly are we talking about? asked Martha, my mother.
- Lewis Miller, my relative. - He explained. โ He was rich... Millionaire, actually.
- Does that mean we're in mourning? asked Martina. โ That's not fair... We didn't even know him.
- No... That doesn't mean we're in mourning... On the contrary. - he said. โ We need to commemorate the death of Lewis Miller because he left the entire legacy to me.
We all looked at our father confused by his words. I asked:
- Like this?
- That's what you heard: the Millers are the newest millionaires in Noriah South.
- This can only be a joke. - Michelle said getting up from the couch.
- You didn't say anything about it, dear. - My mother said, trying to absorb the news.
- We are rich, millionaires... And this is not a joke.
- Can I scream? Jump? asked Martina.
"Yes..." he said smiling.
It didn't take more than a second for everyone to start jumping and screaming. I continued to sit, trying to understand it all and look for an explanation.
Martina took my hand and looked into my eyes:
- It's true, Meg... No need to be thoughtful. Our father would not lie to us that.
I did a few jumps, but it still felt like a dream. We lived a life deprived of so many things that were the benefits of so few that it didn't seem to be true. As I said, we never went hungry, but nothing was easy for us. I was in private school, but I was on a scholarship. Michelle had dropped out of college because my dad couldn't afford it. So she was hopping from job to job, earning a pittance for each one she passed. Martina, as she wasn't very hard-working and focused on her studies, had stayed in public school, because she hadn't gotten the scholarship where I was studying. And she didn't even care much about it. My little sister had only one goal in life: to live it like there was no tomorrow. Michelle, for her part, always wanted to move up in life and be more than we were. So she focused on finding a rich husband. However, at 24 years old, that still hadn't happened. So she collected suitors over the years. And I envied her, because there were some very handsome men who would give anything for her. But if they didn't have enough money, they were turned away.
- We are rich... This can only be a dream. shouted Michelle.
The celebration was short-lived. Although we were happy, it was all very surreal.
- Tomorrow morning your mother and I will need to leave for Noriah North. - warned my father. โ We resolve legal issues.
- Will we be alone? I don't have time to take care of Megan and Martina.
- You do have time, dear. said my mother. - I know that you will know how to make good use of this inheritance when it is in our hands. So you need to collaborate.
- Since when do we need to be taken care of by you, Michelle?
- Your sister is of legal age and is responsible for you, yes. - said my father.
Michelle sat scowling on the couch, dissatisfied. It certainly wasn't for me but for Martina. Our youngest sister gave work even to my parents, imagine for her.
- I'm more responsible than Michelle. - I claimed.
- Girls, are you rich and yet you're wasting time with unnecessary fights? asked Martha.
In the end she was right. That discussion was unnecessary in the face of the bombshell news we had just received.
When we went to bed, we talked about it. Martina and I slept in the same room. Michelle was alone in another. That's why I was more attached to Martina. It was a life sharing a room and our dreams.
- What will change in our life? โ I found myself asking while looking at the ceiling, in the dim light we used to sleep. I was afraid of sleeping in the dark, so I always used something that would brighten the room at night.
- Everything? asked Martina, laughing.
I laughed.
- I don't know what's better, Meg, if we get rich or alone over the weekend.
- Are you serious, that's what you think?
Martina lifted her head from the pillow and looked at me.
- I'll stay away from here, believe me.
- Like this?
- I'm going to Dex's house.
- Martina, you're crazy.
- I think you should do the same... Have fun.
- Why would I live like there's no tomorrow because our parents are going to seek an inheritance in another country?
She laughed and lay down again:
- Meg, stop being so sure...
- I did not understand.
- Understood yes.
- Please, Martina... This has nothing to do with it.
- Meg, do you like someone?
I thought for a while and said:
- Like, like... No. But there's a boy that interests me.
- Who? she asked curiously. - You always deny it... Say you don't like anyone... Are you going to confess today?
- It's not confessing... I don't like him. I just said that he interests me.
- So he's a lucky boy... Because Megan Miller at 17 was never interested in any real boy.
- Lie, Martina.
She laughed:
- Speak up... Who is it?
- Axel Collins.
She quickly raised her head and said:
- Axel? Did you say Axel Collins?
- Yea...
- He is perfect. Every girl's dream.
I laughed:
- That's why I said he only interests me, nothing more.
- He studies at the same school as you, doesn't he?
- Yea.
- He is beautiful, perfect, rich, he is in all the newspapers, magazines and social networks. I don't see you with him.
- Why not? Do you think your sister doesn't deserve a handsome man? โ I joked.
- Of course not, Meg... You're beautiful. But he doesn't like to draw attention. Axel must pay to get attention. He is Noriah's most sought after playboy after Prince Dereck.
- I didn't say I want to marry him, Martina. I just think he's... cute.
- Cute? Axel doesn't look cute at all. But if you want I can ask Dex to get you a friend of his for the weekend.
- I don't want an arranged date. I do not need this.
- Of course you do. How long have you not kissed?
- Some months. - I admitted.
- It's time to kiss... And lose your virginity.
- I can't believe I'm talking about this with my 15 year old sister. I think it's time to close this matter.
- Do you really think so? Better to discuss it with me than with Michelle, who can only think about herself.
- And you think more about me than yourself. I'm fine with not kissing for a while and still being a virgin.
- Are you going to tell me now that you're waiting for the prince, Meg? Dereck is more impossible than Axel and Magnus... Well, I think he's getting married soon. Besides, it's old for you.
I laughed. I turned to the side and closed my eyes. I didn't want to talk about it anymore. Martina was empty-headed.
- Are you really going to leave me talking to myself?
- Yes... - I said.
- What are you waiting for to enjoy the pleasures of life, Meg?
- The right time? The right man?
- That doesn't exist... Neither man nor time.
- Martina, leave me.
- If you change your mind, let me know. Dex has some beautiful friends.
She didn't see my bored face with her speech. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep, thinking about what it would be like to be rich overnight.
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Maria Eduarda awakens from a coma of almost a year to discover that she has been abandoned by everyone during this time. Determined to surprise her husband, to whom she dedicated her life, she comes across a shocking revelation: perhaps for years she had been deceived by him and her best friend, one of the people she trusted most. Feeling alone and fragile, she decides to go to a bar to drown her sorrows, thinking that drinking a dose of self-love would be the cure for her broken heart. Willing to take revenge on her husband, Maria Eduarda sleeps with the first man she meets. He just didn't expect that unexpected encounter to change his destiny. After all, was that strange CEO full of secrets and owner of the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen his salvation or his ruin? Would she accept being โthe otherโ, even though she saw how much it hurt? Amidst a web of conspiracies that led to her grandfather's financial and emotional ruin, Maria Eduarda finds herself at an impasse between taking revenge on everyone or taking advantage of the second chance that life gave her and trying to be happy. In a scenario of lies, intrigue and ambitions, she discovers that, even in the midst of chaos, true love and genuine friendship can emerge from the most unlikely situations.
Maria Lua had the life any woman could dream of: beautiful, rich and with a perfect family. But behind the lucky, angel-faced girl hid a rebellious girl, who ran away from her past and aimed to be happy and do whatever she wanted, especially when it came to men. Immersed in the world of CEOs since she was born, her life was always linked to men who wore suits. And it was up to her to take off every piece of clothing that surrounded them, starting with the ties, taking advantage of the beautiful bodies that crossed her path, the owners and heirs of the biggest companies in Noriah Norte. What she didn't expect was to be involved in a major scandal on the day of her engagement, set up by someone inside her own home. Willing to turn things around, since nothing could shake her and all she wanted was to show herself to be a strong woman, Malu didn't expect the second fall, now to destroy her completely. Having to leave her own home, and forced to mature and take responsibility, leaving her life of drinking and one-night stands behind her, she now had to choose which path to take: recovering her fiancรฉ, moving on with her lover or fighting for her true love. What Maria Lua didn't expect was that in the midst of all her doubts, immersed in a world of business, blackmail, theft and unethical behavior, a new man would cross her path. Would he be her redemption? Or would he be willing to destroy her heart completely, as she has done all her life with men? Everything could be uncertain and catastrophic in Maria Lua Casanova's life, except for the men in suits... These were always her temptation.
She was her own person and knew exactly what she wanted. He owned the whole damn thing and thought he could do anything. She had something he wanted but didn't know. He had what she'd always dreamed of, but she had no idea how to achieve it. She lied out of love. He didn't forgive anyone. She hated him from the first time she saw him. He tried to destroy her in every way possible. Bรกrbara Novaes never imagined that her peaceful life would suddenly turn upside down, when a deathbed request would make her main objective to enter the life of the best-known CEO in the country. Heitor Casanova has never seen a woman as persecuting and insistent as Barbara. But it didn't cross her mind that she didn't want the same thing as everyone else: "him". The bond that united them would force the two to live under the same roof, with a single common goal: to protect what they loved most. Is it possible for mutual anger to turn into love? Would they admit the new feelings that were emerging that they were not able to accept? And would they overcome together all the obstacles that would be created to prevent this relationship from happening??? My first enemies to lovers and CEO together!!! What will it do??? I don't know. Want to find out with me??? Cover: Larissa Mattos
Bruna leads a quiet life, but her unhealthy jealousy and her whims have caused everything to come crashing down on her. Her family, afraid that she could attempt her life again, decide that the best thing to do is to take her away from everything and everyone for a while. Aware that it's the best thing to do, she agrees to spend the summer at the house on a cherished date, in a paradise far from everything. What to know others, she has to wait for the past and think about herself, forget what she expected and don't have to wait... But she didn't expect that place for the real ones. This love could bring you so much joy and sadness at the same time... life itself.
It never crossed Ariane's mind that one day she would have to choose between the love of her life or her beautiful and kind boss, who was starting to mess with her feelings. But that's what happened when she kissed Luciano for the first time, realizing that she could be completely in love with him and Jonathan arrived, with his bags, ready to stay with her for good. She ran away from Jonathan and gave up her entire life in Dreamworld when she went to live with her parents in the countryside. Little did she know that this was not her escape but the place where she would find herself. Two perfect men, one she left out of consideration for her best friend who was in love with him and the other she found on her run and somehow rescued her from all her fears and insecurities. But his heart could no longer be in conflict. He deserved to be left alone and the choice was up to her.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wifeโs countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. โLetโs get married again.โ
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
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