Book writer beginner here, please read my book and leave comments with helpful feedback whether it is good or bad. Natalia, is a bubbly, outgoing fun individual. She has had to give up a lot to be able to help care for her family. Working a normal 9am to 5pm job in a coffee shop isn't really the best, what with it only being minimum wage. One day she gets the shock of her life when she delivers Mr Randall the CEO of Randall Empire his coffee order. Normally the coffees would be left with Mr Randall's assistant but this time her wants Natalia in his office. Mr Randall has a proposition for Natalia What can be so important that the coffees had to directly go to him. Whatever Mr Randall has up his sleeve, will Natalia go along with it? Will Natalia find a way out of all her troubles.
Natalia's POV
It's an ordinary Saturday afternoon, the coffee shop I work in is so busy, I am rushed off my feet trying to clear tables for the next customers who are waiting to be seated when I heard Elizabeth call my name.
"Natalia, order number two hundred and thirty-seven is ready, it is for Mr Randall, be sure to be quick and deliver his order to him. He is at his office; we cannot afford to upset him."
"Can you ask Elsie to deliver it please? I am snowed under out front, and Elsie is just about to go on her break." I pleaded.
"No, it has to be you, Mr Randall has requested you and you only. So please just go and deliver Mr Randall's coffees to him" demanded Elizabeth.
I sighed and picked the order up and left the shop. 'Why does he always request me to deliver his coffees. It's not like I give them to him personally and why can't his assistant come and pick them up it's always me that has to deliver the coffees.' I thought to myself as the feeling of frustration started to set in.
Mr Randall's Empire building is a two-minute walk from the coffee shop. I walked through the doors and into the elevator and pressed floor sixty-four. Once I was on Mr Randall's floor, I walked over to his assistant sitting at her desk.
"Hi Katie, here is Mr Randall's order" I said as I placed the coffees on top of the counter of the desk. "Mr Randall has requested you take them into him today. I will ring through to him and let him know that you are here. Take a seat, he shouldn't be too long."
'Seriously does he not realise that I have a job to attend to as well. It is not like I can be like him and take breaks whenever I want and for however long I want.' Katie must of see the look of annoyance on my face because she asked me if there was a problem.
"Not a problem no, however, I do need to get back to work. You have seen how busy Saturdays are for the coffee shop, and me not heading straight back is definitely going to piss Elizabeth off."
"You leave Elizabeth to me" I heard a male's voice say coming from the right of me. I looked round and see Mr Randall standing in the doorway of his office door. I must admit he is hot, extremely hot especially in his jet-black suit and white crispy shirt.
"Miss Loveday please step into my office." Mr Randall's demeanor changed. He went from all relaxed and soft eyed looking to straight up serious looking and business-like approach. I picked the coffees up from the counter and took them to Mr Randall's office. I placed them on his desk and then turned to walk back out the again.
"Miss Loveday please take a seat." I heard from behind me. Rolling my eyes, I turned back around and went and sat at Mr Randall's desk. I can feel my heart starting to pick up its pace. I mean I am sitting opposite the wealthiest man in the whole of the UK. I find him so intimidating. I feel so tiny when I am next to him.
There's me a normal girl, who comes from a middle working-class family, working in a small coffee shop with nothing to show for herself other than unpaid university bills and rent that I am in arrears of and then there's him! Mr Randall, the guy who has it all. The guy who is next to take over his family business. The guy who is a multi-billionaire and does what he wants when he wants without a care in the world.
"Miss Loveday, how long have you been employed at Coffee and Cakes for?" Giving Mr Randall an inquisitive look I replied "four years, why? And please call me Natalia, Miss Loveday is not necessary."
Mr Randall ignored my question of 'why' and continued to pry me with more questions such as, who my family are and what they do and if I have a partner and if I had children. I finally had enough of being ignored and I had no idea why he was asking all these questions.
"I am not quite sure why you think any of this is your business, why are you so interested in my private life? We have never met before, yet you always request me to bring you your coffees and to leave them with your assistant. What is the point of that, you can have anyone from the shop delivering you your coffees, but you continue to choose me and now you are questioning me about my personal information. What is your game?" I said sternly.
"Natalia, do you really think I am the sort of person to play games? What gives you the idea that I do?" He asked questionably with a cold look in his eyes. "This conversation is over, I am leaving now, Elizabeth will be wondering where I have got to. Please do not request me again to deliver you your order." I scolded as I stood up and shook my head as if to say what the hell is going on here.
"Natalia, wait, please sit. I have a proposition for you." "If you are going to offer me a job then I am not interested! I am perfectly happy where I am now thank you." I replied as I walked back to my seat. Mr Randall scoffed at me and the said "A job here no, but I do want to propose something to you."
The room went silent, Mr Randall sat there massaging his temples, appearing to be stressed out. "Am I meant to guess what this proposal is or are you going to start talking?" I asked sarcastically. "Just give me a minute will you, I need time to think." He responded abruptly. "I have been away from my work for thirty minutes now Mr Randall. I do not have time to wait around for you to tell me what you want from me. Elizabeth is going to be so mad at me when I get back. I have left her unaided during the lunch time rush. So if you can explain to me why I am here so I can get back to my work then it would be very much appreciated" I could not help but say this with a raised voice.
"You have to marry me" Mr Randall blurted out still with his head in his hands. I burst out laughing, as if he had said an hilarious joke. "You're funny, now get to the point. Why am I here?" Mr Randall looked up at me with a stern look on his face and and a mist of anger in his eyes and said, "I told you I do not play games."
I stopped laughing when it dawned on me that he is actually being serious. I did not know what to say. For the first time in my life, I am gob smacked, speechless, I have no words. My mouth kept opening and then closing. Because I wasn't saying anything but just staring at him Mr Randall continued to the conversation instead.
"My Father is the owner of Randall's Empire; he has made the decision to retire in six months. So that means I will become full owner of the Randall's family businesses. However, my father has one condition, I must be married to take over the family business. Otherwise, he has threatened to sell up." "Okay, but why me? You do not even know me. We are strangers" I asked curiously.
"I know you more than you think Natalia, I know you had to leave University to get a full-time job to help support the payment for your mother's private cancer treatment. I know you still have the university fund that has to be paid off and you are behind in several months rent. I also know your shifts at work before you do. I even know what you buy from the supermarket, even down to lingerie that you bought for yourself yesterday."
My face started to heat up, I can feel the change of colour in my face. My face is now the colour of beetroot. My mouth became dry, so I picked up a glass of water that was sitting on Mr Randall's desk and gulped it down all while Mr Randall sat there watching me with a smirk on his face that I really wanted to wipe off.
"So, you mean to tell me that you have been stalking me for at least three years. You do know that is a criminal offence and I can get you done for this?" I said angrily. "I would like to say watching and not stalking" Mr Randall said trying to make out that watching someone for however long is nothing like stalking. "Like that is any better, watching stalking all comes under the same category." I cannot comprehend the audacity he has to sit there and say that without thinking what he has done and still continues to do is wrong. This man has to be off his head.
"Natalia, I am not able to just choose anyone to marry. You must understand that, considering who I am. I have to know the woman inside and out before I choose her to marry me."
"There are plenty of other woman in this world why have you taken it upon yourself to choose me? You have done your research; you can see I am nothing special and I have debts here and there and a sick family to look after. Do you feel sorry for me or something? Is that it or is it that you see me as an easy option. Tell me because I really would like to know what goes through that brain of yours to think it's okay to stalk someone for your own personal gain." I am feeling so irate, however, I am not sure if that is because of the whole stalking or just because he knows what underwear I like to wear.
Mr Randall sat there and let out a deep sigh, "We are not getting anywhere with this conversation right now, I have things to do, let me take you out for dinner and we can discuss this properly then. Until then, do not mention what we have discussed to anyone, and I mean anyone. In the meantime, I will have my assistant send you over the details for tonight, understood?"
"How have you even got my contact details? Actually, you don't need to answer that." I got up out of my seat and left and headed back to work.
"Elizabeth I am so sorry, Mr Randall" I began to say in a apologising tone but Elizabeth cut me off and said, "Not to worry, Kyle has explained." "Kyle?" I replied questionably. "I mean Mr Randall; his first name is Kyle."
Since when did Elizabeth become on first name terms with Mr Randall? Actually, whenever Mr Randall's name gets mentioned, she acts a little shady. I could not help but wonder, what her deal is with Mr Randall.
It wasn't long till my shift ended. I said my goodbyes as I went out the back to get my stuff. I still hadn't received anything from Mr Randall's assistant, so I assumed he no longer needed my requirements. I started to walk down the high street when my phone pinged, it was a message from an unknown number saying "At the end of the road turn right, there will be a black Mercedes parked up on the left. Get in the car and everything will be explained to you. Katie, Randall's Empire."
After six months of Aria being Charles PA, Charles made his move to seduce her. Aria and Charles became lovers until the day Aria found out she was pregnant. With Charles not wanting the baby and Aria wanting to keep it, Charles paid Aria to leave town and to raise her baby without him. He also demanded that she was not to contact him ever. Five years after leaving, Aria's worse nightmare comes true. Her daughter is kidnapped. For the first time in five years of no contact, Aria has to break the rule and contact Charles to let him know their daughter was taken at gun point. After days of no breakthrough, its time for the kidnapping to go public. How will Charles react to the news? Will he care and go and rush to be with Aria in hope of finding his daughter? Will their daughter survive and if she does can Charles ever be open to being a father and can he rekindle his relationship with Aria? Will they ever find out why Annie was taken? Is it a random kidnapping or is it all for revenge?
Book number 1 of 3 ( The first 10 chapters are a little bit of a slow burner but come chapter 11 the fun begins). Waking up on her 21st birthday, Eloise believed she was going to have a great day a head off. Little did she know, her life was just about to be turned upside down. Finding out her parents made a deal for her to marry the most wealthiest man in Europe's son with the man himself shocked Eloise to the core. Keeping a secret, Eloise and her friends go out on a night out, and Eloise meets the man of her dreams. Acting like she is not interested in him only makes the man want her more. How will Eloise react when she finds out what her parents have done? Will she go through with the arranged marriage? Can she ever fall in love with the person she is meant to marry or will the man she met at the bar sweep her off her feet? Who will Eloise give herself to first?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
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?"
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"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.