SYNOPSIS The De Lucas are the number one crime family in the country, known for their victories in handling crimes and their extreme intelligence. But what happens when she storms their lives? It all began with a one-night stand, or so they thought. But there is more to it, and this more could bring a change they never expected. Will Red's hardened heart be pierced by Millicent's presence, or will their worlds collide in a web of secrets and lies? EXTRACT "What are you doing here?" she demanded angrily as he stood at the door, his eyes scanning her. "I'm here for you, Millicent. I've had enough of you messing with my brain. I can't concentrate, I can't think... I can't... I can't sleep..." he confessed, trailing off as she froze. "What do you mean by you can't sleep?" she asked, her voice faltering as he got too close for her liking. His breath fanned her face in a pleasing yet forbidden manner. "This thing between us is beginning to feel like torture..." he murmured, and her jaw dropped. "Red... you can't..." she began, stuttering as his lips met her neck. "I know I can't, but I want to," he whispered, his hands pulling her chin up before his lips captured hers in a burning kiss.
MILLICENT'S POINT OF VIEW
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6..." I counted under my breath as I waited for the elevator to reach his side of the building. I checked the watch on my wrist to see if I was late.
Franco was supposed to pick me up at seven for our dinner date at De La Coste. I waited for almost three hours, and he was nowhere in sight. I was worried sick. What could be the reason why my boyfriend of two years would stand me up like that on the night of our anniversary? Besides, Franco is not known for such behavior.
Yes, we had our differences, just like every other couple out there, but this was not how I planned to spend my night. Maybe something came up, I thought, as the sound of the elevator brought me to my senses. I made my way toward his room, still clad in the red dress he got me for our date.
Getting his keys from my clutch, I tucked the strands of my hair behind my ear before accessing the room. Everything looked the same, except for the bottle of red wine and two glasses on the table.
Did he have a visitor, or was I just overthinking things? I tried to call him, but his number went straight to voicemail, just like the first few times I tried calling.
Sighing softly, I turned to leave but stopped in my tracks when I heard sounds that left me shocked to my bones.
"Franco... ooo," came a female voice, followed by moans and groans. My legs moved toward the direction of the sounds before I could stop myself, and I pushed the door open.
Right there on the bed was my boyfriend of two years with a woman I could barely recognize, riding the living daylights out of him, on our supposed two-year anniversary.
I didn't say anything. I couldn't speak even if I tried, the words failed to leave my mouth.
"Millicent, Milli!" I heard him call as he hurried behind me. I got into the elevator before he could stop me, but knowing Franco, I was pretty sure he joined the other elevator.
"Babe!"
"Babe! I'm sorry, please," he pleaded as his hands grabbed my wrist. I slapped him angrily with the other.
"I'm sorry, babe. Trust me, it was a mistake," he blurted out, and my eyes widened in disbelief.
"A mistake? Do you even feel remorseful for what you've done? Franco, you cheated on me on our anniversary, and you call it a mistake?" I demanded, my voice breaking at the edges.
This was someone I gave two years of my life, someone I chose to trust, yet he threw my heart on the floor and stomped on it a million times.
"No amount of apology will make up for this, Franco," I said, trailing off, and he scoffed angrily.
"You think all of this is my fault? You have a mind of your own, doing things on your own accord, and you think the world revolves around you! I stayed with you because of what you have to offer, a hardworking girlfriend with a generous heart!" he snapped, and I stared at him, my heart breaking painfully.
"Thank you so much for showing me your true colors, Franco. You know what? It's over between us. Thank God I never thought of accepting your stupid proposal to get married. Bastard!" I shouted angrily. When he tried to hold my hand again, I turned and dug my nails into his face. As he screamed in agony, I walked to where I packed my car.
I'm pretty sure I ruined his pretty face. The blood stains on my finger nails were enough evidence. I cursed under my breath over and over again as I drove toward the bar.
I need alcohol in my system before I lose my mind. Franco used me, it was pretty obvious now when I think about all the red flags I overlooked in this relationship.
I mean, he was broke throughout the time we were dating, up until the moment I caught him moaning like his life depended on it.
Life has never been a bed of roses for me, it's always been from one madness to another. Mom cheated on my dad and left for a richer man. My dad could not bear the brunt of the situation and committed suicide, leaving a whole lot of debt for me to clean up.
I grew up on the streets of Sicily, running from one debtor to the other while trying to build a life for myself. I'm no innocent novice when it comes to the madness that runs the streets.
I worked for a con artist at the age of eight. He took me in as his own daughter and taught me the ropes of the business. Paulo might have been a conniving bastard, but he gave me the life I have today. He cleared off my debts, and I retired to the exclusive part of the business two years ago with enough money in my bank account.
I started up Ecstasy, my fashion brand, and things have been going smoothly. Adding the broken Franco to my list of problems was stupid on my part.
I'm twenty seven, how did I let Franco waste two years of my life? Tears rolled out of my eyes as I wore my shades and pulled my hair up into a ponytail.
"Give me something strong, very strong," I requested from the bartender as I sat all alone, trying to ease the pain in my chest.
"More," I demanded, and he stared at me like I had completely lost it. I had lost count of how many shots I emptied, but I just wanted to stop the pain in my chest. It hurt way too much, I just wanted it to end.
First, it was my mom, and then my dad. I can't imagine the long line of betrayal that awaits me after what Franco just did.
I left the chair and made my way to the dance floor. I felt a manly strong hand wrap around my waist, and the last thing I remembered was his hands making their way into my dress and the delicious sensations that followed.
RED'S POINT OF VIEW
"Merde," I cursed under my breath as I stood up from the bed and took a drag from the pipe in my hand. I listened to the reports from my cousin. There is trouble at the estate, according to his report, one of our warehouses was burned to the ground, killing a few of our men and clients in the process.
No one knew the identity of the men involved in the accident. The most annoying thing about the situation was the fact that we lost a lot, and the location of that deal was not known to the vast majority. I was in charge of the chip that had every single piece of information about that deal.
I rushed to the lockers in the hotel room as I tried to find the chip, went through the pockets of my ripped jeans, yet it wasn't there. How could I have been so careless? At this point, I was anxious as I thought of the disaster that awaited me.
Typing on my phone, I sent for my private jet while anxiously waiting for another report.
I am a part of the Sicilian mafia, or the Cosa Nostra, as it's called. Everyone knows what the mafia represents: a chain of illegal businesses, the fight for power, money, and the bloodshed that follows the game.
My name is Red De Luca, my closest family calls me Frederico orFred and I'm the current boss of the De Luca crime family. The De Lucas are the number one crime family in the country, known for their victories in handling crimes and their extreme smartness.
The business started with our ancestors and has been passed down from one generation to the next. This time around, it went from my uncle to me.
The De Lucas hold power in every aspect of life, in business, technology, and the government. We've made top businessmen in and out of the country, and our shareholders hold the high ranks.
I'm a hotelier running my own chain of the most luxurious hotels, suites, and penthouses. For me, family, business, and power are the most important things in the world.
Especially my family. I grew up in a large household. It's crazy because my grandparents had six male children, although the fifth was born out of wedlock and the last one adopted. No one knows the difference because they all grew up in love and unity.
Today, we all move in their footsteps, having that beautiful bond as children, although we lost my grandfather a few years ago.
The family is organized, and we work hard to protect the family name. And yes, I've got a lot of cousins, one brother from my parents and 14 cousins. Let me not get started on how much I detest family dinners.
The unending advice from our mamas to get married, if my mom had her way, she'd send me out with a signboard saying, "Wife Needed."
"Good morning, Boss," my driver greeted as he pulled the door open for me.
"Good morning, Mr. De Luca. Are we heading to the office directly?" my personal assistant asked as he scrolled through his work pad and then looked back at me.
"There's trouble. I can't go to the office directly, Cade," I replied, and he blinked in curiosity.
"Is it a hangover from last night? Should I get you some lemonade to help?" he inquired, and I shook my head.
"The De Luca estate," I instructed the driver, who nodded as he drove toward the family estate. I racked my brain, trying to figure out how I lost the chip.
It must have been the drinks from last night because the more I tried to think, the blurrier everything in my mind became.
"Cade, can you remember how I went about my day yesterday? I can't seem to grab anything, and as we speak, I think I'm in some serious sh!t," I muttered, and he blinked in surprise.
"Should I be worried, sir? Did you get someone pregnant? Are you getting married?" he asked, and I stared at him like he'd lost his mind.
"Why do you think that's the biggest problem I could get myself into?" I questioned, and he blinked again.
"You're always careful when it comes to those things, sir," he answered, and I rubbed my forehead.
"Tell me about last night, Cade," I requested, and he rubbed his hands together.
"Nothing out of the ordinary, at least until you went to the bar to cool off. You seemed preoccupied with the beautiful woman on the dance floor."
"Beautiful woman?" I repeated as flashes from last night came to mind.
"The lady in red," I muttered under my breath, and he nodded.
"As beautiful as a goddess. I believe you both spent the night together, if I'm not mistaken..." he added with a smile, and I cursed under my breath.
FvCK.
That only meant I did not spend the night alone, and if I didn't, the mysterious woman from last night was responsible for this disaster.
She was nothing but a beautiful disaster, and I have to get my hands on her. She has a lot of explanation to do, not just to me but to the whole familia.
Synopsis After the death of his father, Alpha Aiden Blake finds a hidden letter that hints at secrets surrounding his father's death. Desperate for answers and to find his mate, he visits the pack's seer, who tells him that his true mate is in the pack, Brickstone Pack. At a festival organised to bring the pack together, Aiden's sister Camila unexpectedly transforms into a white wolf, shocking everyone. But such transformation is considered a curse. At that point, Aiden realizes that Camila, his sister is his mate, but he is pressured to reject her for the sake of the family's name. Will Alpha Aiden yield to their pressure? How does Camila feel about the whole thing, after not shifting appropriately? How is it possible for Alpha Aiden to be mated to his sister? What is the secret behind the whole thing and their father's sudden death?
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT "The bed," she mumbled softly, pointing at the bed. "Whoever said it only happens in bed?" I asked as I ripped the remaining of her naughty dress. "My best friend bought me that dress she'd kill me," she uttered in shock. "Tell her I ruined it," I uttered authoritatively, and she chuckled. I took off my sweatpants and she gasped. Soft, pleasurable noises left her throat, and it felt so beautiful watching her moan to my strokes "Baby... fuck... I... oh goodness." "Wait... no, don't... stop," she stuttered out, and I smiled proudly knowing I was doing the right thing. ************* Laura Ben graduated last year and was lucky to land an assistant job at a prestigious tech company. On her best friend's birthday, her friend treated them to a night at the renowned and exclusive male strip club. The performance was enticing and captivating, but Laura found herself drawn to a stripper wearing a half mask. Possessed by an inexplicable urge, she waited by the stage door, hoping for a glimpse of him. And when she finally saw his face, she was shocked, so much so that she stumbled, catching his attention. The captivating stripper was none other than her boss, Bryan Finch, the CEO of Premium Tech. Now that Laura knows his deepest secret, she uses this knowledge to blackmail him. Unknown to her, Bryan is being forced to strip because he killed his ex-fiancée and someone has been blackmailing him ever since. With the leverage she holds over him, Laura offers a proposal: promote her, or risk his secret being exposed. But will Bryan submit to her demands, or will he fight back? What is he hiding about his involvement in the death, and how long will he be forced to live this double life?
Learndo is a billionaire CEO, he promise himself not to have anything to do with a lady after he saw his finance fucking his stepbrother. Due to a lot of pressure from his mother to get married after setting up series of blind date for him, which of course won't always end well. He bumb into one of his worker in his company who he found suitable for his self as a fake girlfriend so his mother will stay off his neck. Will she accept his proposal to be his girlfriend? Who will fall in love first? Watch out as the love story between Learndo and Imani unfold with beautiful spark to inginte their love. (BLUB) " Sir ?" " What don't you understand miss lerato ? I want you to be my fake girlfriend just for few months " He said his Spanish accent dripping from each word . She stared at the tall handsome blue eyed Devil infront of her like he suddenly grew horns on his head. Was this a new tiktok trend or what ? Yeah this is definitely a tiktok trend, but his next words proved it was far from a tiktok trend . "I'm willing to pay any amount" he said and her jaws literally dropped. ★★★★★★★★★★★★ I kissed her I fvcking kissed Imani immediately my lips met those soft lips I couldn't stop myself . They where just like I Imagined them to be . She froze on the spot as I nibbled on her bottom lip and my hand went over to her waist she sent her hand over my neck trying to meet my pace as she responded to the kiss. Her mouth tasted sweet probably from the wine she drank at party or something. We were just outside the Delgado mansion and I didn't look like I cared about anyone walking in or out at that point. I've been wanting to do this since I met this woman and it felt like a dream come true. I broke the kiss when we were out of breath and she looked at me in shock . "Imani " I tried to go close but she moved backwards. Sh!t "Mi Reina" "I have to go" she said and turned her back towards me immediately. "Imani wait ..." I said and held her hand but she took it off my grip as her eyes stung with tears . " I'm sorry this was not supposed to happen " she muttered under her breath and I stared at her in shock . " Wait what ? I asked in shock". " It was not supposed to happen Mr Delgado , I'm sorry but I'm not that kind of girl" she said and I stared at her. "Imani we are not doing anything wrong " I said trying to go close to her . "You are my Boss" she whispered softly and for some weird reason my heart hurt. I mean is that all she sees me as ? Her Boss and nothing more .
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!
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
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!”