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The Billionaire’s Proposal

The Billionaire's Proposal

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life of deprivation. This is how I lived most of my existence. Everything was always missing. Food, clothes, money. There was also a lack of affection, family and love. A life without any relatives around. A childhood and adolescence in an orphanage. And growing up in a place like this is not easy. Waiting for parents who never showed up, seeing other kids having better luck than mine. And the more I grew, the more distant the dream of adoption became, the more distant any possibility became for me. Over time, the expectation of waiting passed. Over time, seeing other children get a new start didn't hurt me as much. I arrived at that place already far from the age that families were looking for. Rebel, undisciplined and this only made my situation even more difficult. I soon entered adolescence and I couldn't be more difficult, more indomitable. I didn't like those who worked there, the other orphans, or myself. Orphan. The word reminds me of everything, it reminds me that I have no one in the world. Perhaps I never had a father, perhaps my progenitor never knew of my existence. Brothers, fortunately the irresponsible woman who brought me into the world did not have the opportunity to give birth, as she died of an overdose even though she had a hungry child crying while taking drugs. Flashes of that night insist on occupying my mind. They remind me how weak she was, how incapable she was of fighting for us. To fight for a better life for myself. Even a life for yourself. And it shaped the wild child I was, the indomitable adult I am. I know I wasn't and I'm not the best person in the world, but there's something I can be proud of: being astute. I discovered very early on that I didn't want a life of so many deprivations. Discovering that I could use my intelligence, outside of the average, to achieve better expectations for my future. And it was in a lecture, among many that were given to institutionalized people, that I discovered that the type of life I would lead would depend on me. I discovered that I didn't want anything like what I had, that I wanted to build a victorious future. "Focus on your potential." I heard this phrase, I understood what she meant. I repeated it in my mind over and over again. I realized that I didn't have any choice about my past and present, but if it were up to me, my future would be very different from everything I had experienced up until that moment. Potentiality. Mathematics. Numbers. A facility capable of leaving all teachers astounded. Able to make me stand out in the economics course. Among contemporary students, among perhaps all those who passed through there. After turning 18 we were invited to discover the world outside those walls, we were forced to be on our own. I was already in my first semester of college when I came of age. I was already able to attract attention with my grades. And before he even had to walk through the doors of the orphanage for the last time, he already had a mentor. Antônio realized that perhaps taking me to work with him would bring many advantages, even if he tried to make me think it was because he had a good heart, that he wanted to help me. I pretended to believe him because he needed an income, he needed money if he didn't want to end up on the street, under the viaduct. But he didn't just want that. I didn't want much. I wanted the world. I knew I had the potential to do this, but to do so I needed to seize any possibility that came my way. So I was hired to work at his financial consultancy company and I was happy to work in a medium-sized company, owned by a prominent academic professor, well sought after in the financial market

Chapter 1 I'm really

grades. Work during the day and be able to move up to bigger positions, with better salaries. I spent every year of my course studying and working. I didn't even have time for parties, the only thing that made me take away my focus were women. Even if none of them could even keep my attention for more than one encounter, even if they were nothing more than a means to an end. And if I was proud of being able to support myself and even manage to save some money, when I started earning big, things finally started to happen. Stock market, that would be my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

Literally. I studied everything I could, I took courses and more courses. Everything was secret, no one needed to know what I wanted for the rest of my life. I started investing what used to go to savings, in stable shares, monitored by me for a long period. Always increasing my portfolio. I always have a lot of income from my investments. My capital increased significantly and I reinvested everything. Until I felt ready. I finished college and realized that I could stay out of work with the capital I had already acquired. And if it didn't work out, I could be employed again. But I had confidence in myself. I thanked Antônio and only told him my real intentions. He said that maybe I was being reckless, for exchanging the right for the doubtful, but I would take the risk. Because I knew my potential. I knew it would work. And then I started day trading. Then I started to see things happen. My capital increased visibly. In a short time I had more money than I ever expected. But I always wanted more. Of course I didn't achieve it without effort, of course I also incurred losses along the way. Nothing significant, nothing that wasn't covered by the profits obtained through my effort, dedication and study on the stock market. Of course, this risk, this game, so to speak, is not for everyone, especially to be done by those who are not qualified, who have not studied this universe for years on end like me. And that's when I realized that, even with income greater than I ever expected, I could obtain much more. I could do this with other people's money and earn from my contractor's income. And from then on, Martins Investimentos emerged. My first clients were former course mates, who knew my capabilities and who saw my effort to be the best. And with the profit evident, the company was promoted by word of mouth and many customers emerged. Always having a profit for everyone as the final product and the company's name gaining more and more visibility. And my individual investments yielded more and more and with that the company's structure began to undergo changes. Chic building, lots of employees led by Midas from the Stock Exchange, which is what they started calling me. Filling my ego, making me always want to get more clients. To have among them the richest and trendiest. Millionaires, famous. The cream of Rio society, and why not say, national. I was concerned about ensuring the greatest profits, about increasingly increasing the wealth of those who one day thought they might have nowhere to go. Having the street as an option. But effort, study and willpower made me go far. In addition. They made me an investor, a businessman. They made me a legend, a reference. Synonymous with reliable, successful investments. Who lives in a penthouse, among Rio's elite. Among people with surnames with centuries of history. And there I am, an orphan. That I don't even have a relative, maybe a family. But it doesn't hurt me, not anymore. And it doesn't seem important to know where I came from, my full account prevents interrogations. What matters is that I keep winning, getting rich. And today I am the one giving the lectures. I am a reference in economics in this country. Well, I'm Lucius Martins. I am the youngest billionaire in Brazil. CHAPTER 02 Seeing Lucius Martins' photographs won't help me at all. It won't help me take it away from me. One look was enough to make all the butterflies flutter in my belly. Butterflies that have always been dormant. And it started with an enchantment for his physical appearance. Dark skinned. Beautiful. With a body that would make any gym rat jealous. Greenish eyes, stubble and a smile so beautiful that it could drive even a nun to perdition. Imagine me. Just 19 years old, inexperienced and always having too many social conventions to follow. The shot was accurate, from the day I saw him at the first social event he attended. Having a lot of money is the condition for being invited to participate in such events and having your beauty is what guarantees a legion of women in your bed. Yes, Lucius is a Greek god of lust. A depraved man, who doesn't hide what he's doing behind closed doors. Social networks are always eager for news about him. Its beauty and power guarantee that everything that surrounds it becomes news. And like a fool I feed on everything that comes out about him. I envy those who have the chance to be by your side, even if, apparently, it's a once-in-a-lifetime chance. At the same time that I envy them, I'm jealous of knowing that they're in a place I'll never be. By your side. In your arms. On your bed. I'm a fool. Certainly the most unsuitable person to have this kind of illusion. Certainly the last one to be worthy of a second look from him. A virgin who lives trapped in a gilded cage, who divides her time between college and romance books. Faculty of Arts to the despair of my father, who knows that I will never hold a position within the family bank. He knows that I will never get involved in Banco Lacerda's affairs, as I will never exchange my books for numbers. Even though they make me dreamy, romantic and are always stealing any and all time I have available. Even if they distract me to the point where I don't even see the fun in parties and nights out. Even though real-life men always seem awkward next to the good guys that the books portray. The exception is him. It's Lucius Martins. Which has in its appearance the perfect description of my literary crushes. After his first appearance, his image has been functioning as an avatar to bring fiction even closer to reality. Oh, I'm really screwed! Daydreaming about a man who won't even give me a second glance, idealizing castles and princes while he gets involved in all kinds of scandals. Nudity, orgies, drinks and women. In real life he is far from being a good guy, far from what a woman dreams of a prince. Maybe that's why I've been reading more and more. With each passing day I fantasize even more. - I'm so happy to see you excited to participate in this charity event! My mother says. Maybe the joy in knowing that I would probably be in the same environment as him was too much. Perhaps I showed more animation than is recommended among my people. Silence may be my only weapon right now. - Who knows, maybe you get invo

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