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Luciano after a dark past doesn't have any thoughts for any romance, then again an incident happens and he has no choice but to arrange a mariage as soon as possible! Isabella after a darker past doesn't have any thoughts of love or romance, wants 5o live a peaceful life while ensuring her little cute dumpling of a daughter have a good life, is it too much to ask for? But Circumstances shoves reality into Isabella's face and she is pushed to the wall, She desperately needs money and Luciano can give it without a blink of an eye. "Let's get married" The tall overbearing Ceo leans against her. An astounded Isabella, "I thought we were married already" A certain shameless CEO drags her into his embrace and bit her lips, "Are we? I want the world to know you are mine, they don't seem to be aware, after that, I'll pluck out the eyes of whomever dares look at you, Mine!" Isabella "...!" where did she pick such overbearing and shamelessly possessive Ceo? *Sigh, this author doesn't know too, hehe* Journey with Isabella and Luciano on the Italian romance filled journey of Hate, love, Revenge and dark and hidden secrets that threaten to destroy both their futures, and when you throw a jealous and scheming Ex into the mix? Ahh that's Chaos!
**SOME YEARS AGO...**
"She can't be part of our family, Luc." Diane Eduardo growled under her breath, glaring harshly at her son, eyes blazing with fire.
"But mom! You can't do this; I love Nadia." Luciano growled back frustratedly.
"Fine, then you have to choose between her or keeping your place as the second son of the Eduardo's." Mario said icily and walked away.
These memories kept replaying in Luciano's mind as he drank himself to stupor in the famous Klutz bar. He had finally introduced his fiancée to his mom, but she wouldn't hear of it and had openly screamed at him in front of everyone that she couldn't be part of the Eduardo's. Now she left him with two difficult choices, and he was having a hard time deciding.
Yes, he loved Nadia so much, but he couldn't renounce being the second son of Milan's second richest family. How could he drop the title of being the billionaire CEO of Carentino, his family's company that was in his care? How could he stop being the first face of the youngest CEO in every business magazine?
He had been so depressed that he had tarnished his reputation by entering a random clubhouse that he had always said was for unambitious people to drink to stupor. But at that point, he didn't seem to care.
"Sir, I think we should leave here. It's an undignified place," Ronald said finally.
He couldn't stand the fact that his boss had been sitting here and drinking like a hopeless fellow. Luciano remained mute as he took his glass of Masseto Toscana to his mouth.
"Sir..." Ronald tried to pester.
"Shut up, Ronald. Don't you see I'm trying to choose?" Luciano grunted.
*Choose?* Ronald thought.
Yes, he was allowed to choose but not in some noisy, weird, and evil-looking kind of place. It wasn't even one of the clubs the Eduardo's owned.
He was meant to stay in the comfort of his room and choose between obeying his mom or losing all his riches.
But something was telling him that that was far away from what his boss meant by choosing because there was this blithe, dirty smile on his face as his eyes focused on a place.
He traced Luciano's eyes to meet the unbelievable. He was staring at two WOMEN.
One looked older and more experienced in what she knew how to do, while the younger one looked like she was new because she kept trying to pull her skimpy dress down to cover the parts which were exposed way too much, but to no avail because everything still showed.
Ronald's brain almost twisted. That was the last thing he knew Luciano would ever think of doing. He knew Luciano was an arrogant, yet decent man who wouldn't do such.
So unmistakably, he was completely out of his mind.
"I want that one." Luciano whispered, confirming Ronald's fear.
"What! Look, you can't do that... you don't do that.. you would rather leave." Ronald sputtered.
Luciano still had that stupid smile on his face. The way he had stared at the women had attracted them to him. The older one had turned to him, giving him the sexiest smile of all, while the younger one stared at him with a sneer on her pretty face.
"Ronald, I said I want that one." He slurred.
"We should, um... leave, sir."
"Shut the hell up and arrange my meeting with the younger woman." Luciano growled, staring at his P.A with bloodshot eyes.
"Yes, sir." Ronald said immediately and scampered away.
If he knew something about his boss, it was that Luciano had a very fierce temper and was capable of doing some dreadful things.
**------**
Luciano woke up to rays of sunlight shining on his face. He wanted to sleep more, but he had to be at the company as early as he always was.
He fluttered his eyelids open to a very unfamiliar place that smelled of evil. It was nothing like his spacious, luxurious, wide room.
*Where am I?*
He was about to step down from the bed when he noticed something shocking. He was naked, like strip naked. He almost screamed.
He felt a sharp pain on his head, and like a giant jigsaw puzzle, everything fell into place. The fight with his mom, coming to the club, drinking, and... the last threw him off balance.
He had had an encounter with a woman, a total stranger, and not just an encounter. He had been with her like a total beast. Although his memory was hazy, he remembered the woman had pleaded with him to let her go. He felt his breath go slowly out of him.
He threw his blanket off him as he searched for his shorts in the scattered place.
He donned them quickly.
He turned back to the bed and stopped short. His eyes shot wide as he met the shocking thing of all. There was a bloodstain on the white bedspread. So unmistakably, she had been a virgin.
That discovery made his knees wobble and grow so weak.
With all the strength in him, he stood searching around for his phone. Finding it on the dresser, he quickly rang Ronald's line. He picked up immediately.
"Get your ass into this room."
When Ronald dashed into the room, he saw how hastily his boss was dressed.
"Where is she?" Luciano asked quickly.
Ronald swallowed hard. "She's gone."
"What?... Where?... Where did she go?" He bellowed.
"I don't know, I... I... have no idea."
Luciano frustratedly ran his hand through his hair.
**------**
"Come on.... Don't you know what you're here for?" Luciano slurred drunkenly as he tried to keep his eyes open to get a clear view of the woman he asked for.
She stared dreadfully from the far end of the room at the drunk guy she was meant to satisfy.
"Are you scared of me?" His voice jolted her.
She didn't even know she nodded, and he let out a slow, boozy laughter.
"Don't worry. I'm not like the other men you've met. I will take it easy." He drawled, trying to take steps towards her.
She knew at the way he talked he wasn't in any way in his right senses. But she didn't take any step forward. Even when she noticed his temper had increased, she didn't bulge. She just stood shivering, frightened, scared, and cursing today.
She had rushed into this idea without thinking straight because she thought she was hopeless, but now she wanted to flee.
Without thinking, she made for the door, but he didn't let her as he grabbed her by her waist to himself.
"Please leave me alone!" She pleaded, trying to break free.
"If you couldn't do this, then why the hell are you here?!!" Luciano growled, holding her tight.
She knew his hands were strong, and there was no use in her struggling; she just broke down in tears.
"Please just let me go, I'm begging you."
But Luciano was way past listening as he had already grabbed her tank top
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
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.
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-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!