He is a businessman, empowered, and a womanizer, with one of the worst flaws, arrogance. One night, he decides to go to a nightclub to celebrate the closing of an important deal, and it is there that he meets Vanesa, a beautiful girl, the sensation of the moment, all the men wanted to be with her, which worsened his desire. Vanesa, a hardworking woman, educated and with many financial problems, is about to be left without a roof when a roommate offers her a somewhat indecent job, but in her need, she has no choice but to accept the proposal. One night, just like all the others, she receives the most indecorous proposition of her life; she would never forget the events of that night, that man had marked her life. Months passed, she settles in and decides to leave that job at the nightclub. Life offers her the opportunity to find a decent job and one of her dreams, but what will happen to Vanesa when she finds out that her new boss is the man from that night?
I was sitting on the terrace of my building, holding a cigarette in one hand and a bottle in the other. My life was a fucking hell; I couldn't find a way to escape this damn misery. I owed five months of rent and had nothing to eat. I was fired from my job because I refused to sleep with my boss. No matter how desperate I was, I would never sleep with a married, older man. I liked good things. If I was going to eat a piece of meat, it better be top quality.
I was gazing at the sky when my neighbor, Tiffany, sat down beside me.
"Life is hitting you hard, Vanesa. Or is it just my imagination?" she said while looking at me.
"Life is hitting me extremely hard, Tiffany. I've lost my job, I owe several months of rent, I'm about to be kicked out, I have nothing to eat, nothing at all, I'm so depressed," I replied, crying.
"Why don't you come work at my place? It's a bit indecent and flashy, but they need a dancer. Then you could get promoted and become the manager of the place," she said, looking at me as she took a drag from her cigarette.
"I don't know; it's just that I've never tried working as a dancer or a prostitute, I really don't know. Life is bullshit."
"If you want or need, just let me know and I'll help you. I have to go."
I watched her leave the rooftop and sat there looking at the moon. I had lost my parents at the border between Mexico and the United States. I had to fight alone. My brother got lost in the desert. That was the movie that my mind had on repeat. I wanted to work, earn enough money, and be able to get him back, but apparently, life had other plans for me. I had never been financially stable, nor had I ever been happy. I carried three crosses on my shoulder and in my soul; no one could bear that.
I walked straight to my tiny apartment on the top floor. It goes without saying that it was a real dump, but I didn't have enough money to rent anything else, so I had to stay here. Now the problem was that I had no job, so I couldn't pay for it either. I opened the door with some magic on the old handle. The landlord refused to fix it; he was extremely stingy. They should invite him to one of those shows where people have that impulsive disorder.
After struggling with the door, I managed to open it. Inside the place, there was nothing-no furniture, no table. There weren't even light bulbs. I lived shrouded in darkness. I was fine with the moonlight. It's not like I wanted to live like this; it was just what I had to deal with.
Just as I was about to lie down on that old mattress, someone knocked on the door. I walked with all the patience in the world. The person knocking was impatient. When I opened the door, I found the furious face of Tomás, the owner of this dump.
"Mr. Tomás," I said, pretending to show respect.
"No 'mister' here. I want you out of my apartment. You owe several months of rent. Either you pay or you leave."
"Sir, I have no money. Please, just let me stay tonight. I promise I will pay you tomorrow."
He sighed: "If you don't pay by four in the afternoon, you're out. Consider yourself warned."
I stepped back into the tiny room. Despite being a rat's nest, I tried to keep it clean. I liked cleanliness, and although it was hard to believe, I liked being clean. But I hardly had any clothes, so I made magic with what little I had. I tried to sleep, but the anxiety burned me. What was I supposed to do? Suddenly, Tiffany's words came to mind. There was no other choice; I had to accept her offer.
I put on my shoes and ran to Tiffany's door. Just as she was coming out, I called her.
"Tiffany."
"Tell me, babe."
"I accept."
"Accept what?"
"I accept to work at your bar," I said, not very convinced, but there was no other option.
"Oh! Great, let's go right away," she replied as she closed her door. This place resembled her personality a lot. She wasn't an ugly woman, but she looked worn out. She wore sequined dresses and high heels. In my opinion, she wore too much makeup. We all knew what she did for a living, but no one offended or judged her. After all, this was the worst neighborhood in the country, if not the world.
Maritza is a hardworking woman, dedicated to caring for her elderly mother, who suffers from a terminal illness, and her younger sister, who battles schizophrenia. Her life is a constant cycle of sacrifices and responsibilities, leaving no time for herself. For three years, she has worked as a secretary at Duncan Enterprises, enduring the explosive temper and ruthless nature of her boss, Max Duncan, notoriously known as "the devil." Max, a cold, arrogant, and merciless businessman, shatters Maritza's routine with an unexpected proposal: a marriage contract. He needs to fake a relationship to salvage his public image, and though he doesn't hide his disdain for her, he offers a sum of money that could solve many of her problems. For Maritza, caught between duty and survival, accepting seems inevitable. But this arrangement will be far from simple. Max's insults and domineering attitude constantly test Maritza's patience, even as she begins to uncover a side of him she never expected. However, the contract will force them both to confront their inner demons, hidden secrets, and unanticipated emotions. Will this pact be their salvation or the beginning of an emotional storm neither can control?
Julianny was a prosperous, loving, successful, and dedicated woman to her family. She lived with her parents and was that prototype of a girl who, with her mere presence, illuminated the moment. No one had ever seen her cry, always with the best smile. She was in her last year of university when she met the man of her dreams. Edder was a charismatic, wealthy, and outgoing guy. He was in his last year of business administration. During one of his crazy nights out, he met Julianny and fell madly in love, love at first sight. And even though it sounds cliché, Cupid did his job well with that arrow, because they had connected in the same way. After getting to know each other for some time, they discovered that they were the perfect couple. The years went by and they lived a crazy and unrestrained love, unleashing all kinds of emotions, both for them and for the rest of the world. But as not everything that shines is gold and humans are not perfect, what would happen if you discover that your Prince Charming is painted black? Will Julianny be able to overcome all the tests that destiny will put in her way to be by Edder's side?
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."
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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!”
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.