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Standing sentinel at my office window, silhouetted against the renaissance splendor of Florence, I indulged in a moment of quiet triumph. A sinuous wisp of cigar smoke curled languorously into the air, a silent partner to my introspection. Commanding the room's attention was my latest acquisition, "Eternal Echoes" by Antonio Russo, a vibrant chaos contained within a frame that challenged the viewer to look deeper, to find order in the abstraction.
Indeed, the canvas swirled with hidden meanings, its forms and figures teasing the eye, inviting a closer look. A spectral figure at the center seemed almost alive, a perpetual motion captured in silver, beckoning the onlooker to explore the depths of their own uncharted imaginations.
This artwork, a masterful symphony of colors-deep, introspective blues yielding to the vivacity of reds and oranges-had eluded me for over two years. But determination has always been a trademark of mine, irrespective of whether it concerned the ruthless world of finance or the pursuit of fine art. Flown in from Italy, this soul-stirring masterpiece now hung in my domain, a memento of the land of my birth and of the achievements my wealth could secure.
My contemplation broke at the intrusive creak of the door, a herald of the impending tempest. Antonella, my former wife, with the swift and commanding entrance of one accustomed to upending tranquility, stepped into the room. Her entrance, as swift and inevitable as a winter storm, bore down upon me before I could even see her face.
"Dominic Angelo Romano, where is my damn check for this month?" she barked, her tone slicing through the smoky calm with the precision of a knife. Each word was steeped in frustration, a reminder of the continuous grievances she paraded before me.
I faced her calmly, a counterbalance to her tempest. I interlocked my fingers and allowed them to rest upon the desk-a monument to the wealth I'd accumulated. This ritual was familiar, as if the desk itself provided strength, reinforcing the foundation of the empire I built and the image I maintained.
"Antonella, darling," I began, my voice dripping with feigned tenderness, "rest assured, the check is navigating its way through the serpentine channels of financial institutions. But would you care for a drink in the meantime?" Behind me, an anthology of aged spirits caught the light, a shimmering testament to my lavish lifestyle.
Yet, her scornful gaze cut through the pretense. She declined my offer with a controlled poise and strode with measured steps to the chair before my desk-as if every action was yet another move in our endless chess game.
"I'm not here for your theatrics," she replied coolly. "This is about Micola. She requires more than the empty gestures of an absentee father. She needs you, Dominic."
Her words lingered between us, suspended in the stillness of the room. Antonella had always possessed a cutting clarity, seeing through my defenses to the man beneath-the man who had once captivated her with passion and now provoked her with absence.
"Antonella," my voice softened, revealing an unexpected seam of vulnerability. "My dedication to my ventures is unwavering, but perhaps misplaced where Micola is concerned. She is more than an heiress to my fortunes, she is our child-flesh of our shared flesh-and deserves not to feel like an afterthought."
We sat in contemplative silence, weighing the gravity of acknowledgment and the paths it might pave. "Tell me then," I implored, leaning forward with genuine urgency surfacing in my usually steady tone. "What does she require of me as her father-beyond the trappings of wealth and prestige?"
Antonella's expression shifted subtly, laden with a cautious hope mingled with lingering doubts. Slowly, carefully, we began to unravel the intricate knot of our disrupted family tapestry, seeking amidst the discord a way forward, for the child we both cherished in the raw heart of our conflict.
"Now, please, enlighten me-what does our daughter truly need from me?" I asked, eager to bridge the chasm that material abundance could never span, to reclaim a bond frayed by time and neglect, and to offer more than the hollow echoes of a distant, wealthy patriarch.
Holden Sterling, CEO of Sterling Grand Hotels, meets Eriola Coleman, an architect with a troubled past and a talent for innovation. Drawn to her brilliance, Holden wants her for a new hotel project. However, Eriola's history is entangled with the rival Covington family, who seeks to control her. As Holden falls for Eriola, he's torn between love and loyalty, knowing their connection could spark a battle with dangerous consequences.
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."
Warning! Mature Contents! ***Excerpt*** "You belong to me, Sheila. I alone am capable of making you feel this way. Your moans and body belong to me. Your soul and your body are all mine!" *** Alpha Killian Reid, the most dreaded Alpha in all of the North, wealthy, powerful and widely feared in the supernatural world, was the envy of all other packs. He was thought to have it all... power, fame, wealth and favour from the moon goddess, little was it known to his rivals that he has been under a curse, which has been kept a secret for so many years, and only the one with the gift of the moon goddess can lift the curse. Sheila, the daughter of Alpha Lucius who was an arch enemy to Killian, had grown up with so much hatred, detest and maltreatment from her father. She was the fated mate to Alpha Killian. He refused to reject her, yet he loathed her and treated her poorly, because he was in love with another woman, Thea. But one of these two women was the cure to his curse, while the other was an enemy within. How would he find out? Let's find out in this heart racing piece, filled with suspense, steamy romance and betrayal.
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!”
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
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."
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.