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?
She doesn't remember getting married. Why? Sophia went to Las Vegas only to drink her pain away. Little did she imagine, she would end up becoming someone's wife. But who’s the lucky guy? Who knows? Even she doesn't remember. She was fucking intoxicated! All she has is a marriage contract with an expiry date and a bank balance big enough to pop her eyes out. Contractual terms: 1. Do not marry anyone else unless I permit you. 2. Try not to whore around. Your mother-in-law wouldn't be happy. 3. If I request a live-in relationship. You have to comply. 4. Sex is optional. 5. Contract Termination? Sorry Honey... In my family, couples don’t divorce. PS: I was kidding. Let's catch-up after three years to end this shit and get more money. If there are rules against having sex while drunk, there should be rules against getting married while drunk too. Because THIS isn't fair!
Eight years ago, Eleanor was a pampered and arrogant young heiress, while Andreas was just a nameless talent from a humble background. Although she had taken him in, she never treated him with any warmth. Their fates flipped, and now Andreas was a business titan feared by all, while Eleanor wallowed in shame and despair after her fall from grace. Upon their reunion, he pinned her with a venomous glare and declared, "It was my hatred for you that drove me into becoming what I am today."
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.