LOGINTwo rules define Atty. Garette Le Brione: Never lose a case, and never bed a woman twice. As a billionaire lawyer, he has a reputation for ruthlessness in the courtroom and coldness in the bedroom. He doesn’t do repeats, and he certainly doesn't do love. .. But when he spots a "virgin fairy" standing by his father’s waterfalls, his ironclad rules shatter. His obsession is immediate, but the woman is Dianthe, his father’s young, voluptuous fiancée. Convinced she’s a gold-digger who has brainwashed his father, Garette trades his high-powered legal career for life on a Texas ranch, determined to sabotage the wedding. But his father’s dying wish delivers the ultimate verdict: To inherit the fortune, Garette must marry Dianthe. Garette plans for war. He wants to ruin her. He wants to expose her. But as the lines between hate and desire blur, Garette discovers that the woman he thought was a predator might actually be his salvation. Can a man who treats women like disposable clothes learn to cherish a gem? Or will his father's final secret destroy their chance at a real "happily ever after"?
View More“Did anyone, tell you, Atty. Garette Le Brione, that you cannot bed all the women you want even if you will use your charm and money?” the young woman’s voice was low yet firm and her chin was held up not wanting the man in front of him to ever intimidate her.
Atty. Garette chuckled and in one swift motion, his hands encircled her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her soft breast landed on her hard-muscled chest which made her eyes grow wide in horror. Her astonishment grew more when she felt his hard phallus on her stomach just above her belly. He was a tall man, towering over her five and five feet tall height.
“None told me so and until now, none denied my kisses, caresses, and valiant member,” he whispered in her ear while his hands crawled down to her rounded butt.
Dianthe stiffened with no words coming out of her mouth. Her bravery seemed to have forsaken her and her knees weakened. “Oh, no, this could not be,” she thought in panic as she tried to free herself from the arms of the gorgeous man holding her with possessiveness.
“Afraid now, hmmm?” he asked with a lifted eyebrow. There was mockery on his, oh so manly and deliciously curved red lips.“No, don’t touch me! Remove your filthy hands from me or I will sue you!” she said frantically but all she received as a reply was his laughter.“What kind of crime am I committing now, my pretty soon-to-be stepmom? Tell me.” His voice was as sexy as hell and his lips were just an inch away from her lips.“Err, harassment,” she almost choke with her own saliva as she said so. Her mind was starting to deprive her of good reasons.
“Harassment? Haha. No, my dear. There is no harassment for two consenting adults enjoying each other’s arms and…” he did not finish his statement as his lips already claimed her lips which were open at the moment, in an attempt to retort to him.Dianthe was shocked to feel his lips graze hers and his tongue inside her mouth exploring therein taking all her sweetness.
Just like before, her heart tumbled and her knees weakened, and automatically her arms encircled his neck as support.
When his kiss deepened and became more aggressive, Dianthe could not deny anymore that his charm once more captured her innocent heart and her body could not deny the same.
In her clouded mind, a thought suddenly crept in. She might be included in the list of women that he had taken and left like useless shit.
With such thought, Dianthe’s eyes went wide and in an abrupt manner, she freed herself from him and slapped him.
One year had passed since the cries of a newborn shattered the midnight silence of the manor. The Texas sun was now shining on a transformed estate. The once-stark legal war room was now a vibrant family home, the gardens filled with the laughter of a growing dynasty and the scent of blooming sampaguita—a touch of the Philippines Dianthe had brought to the ranch.The celebration for Leo Raffy Le Brione’s first birthday was the social event of the decade, but the guest list remained strictly intimate. The "Inner Circle" had gathered on the sprawling lawn, which was decorated with custom silk banners designed by the now-famous VIVI-AMBER label.Leo sat on a throne-like high chair, happily smashing a piece of cake. He was the perfect blend of his parents—possessing Garette’s piercing, observant eyes and Dianthe’s warm, effortless smile.As the sun began to set, the four men who had once been known only as the most ruthless legal team in the country stood together by the outdoor bar.Greg
The sun dipped below the Texas horizon, bleeding into shades of bruised purple and molten gold, as if the sky itself was acknowledging the gravity of the union about to take place. The Thorne-Le Brione Manor had been transformed. Thousands of white lilies and orchids lined the perimeter, their fragrance thick and sweet in the evening air, competing with the crisp, metallic scent of the nearby plains. High above the manicured lawns, crystal chandeliers hung from invisible armatures within massive white silk tents, their light refracting against the champagne flutes of the global elite.This was more than a wedding; it was a summit. The "Sharks" were no longer just a legal team; they were becoming a dynasty.Garette stood at the altar as Best Man, a silent sentinel of power. His presence alone was enough to quell any lingering whispers regarding Greg’s past. Beside him, Dianthe stood with a radiant, soft strength, cradling baby Leo. The child, swaddled in silk, represented the new era o
The drive to the sprawling Miller estate in London was silent, the air inside the car pressurized by Greg’s uncharacteristic stillness. For a man who lived and breathed high-stakes litigation, he looked like a soldier preparing to walk into a minefield. Beside him, Amber was a vision of cool, ivory silk, but her fingers were curled tightly around the handle of her briefcase.“My father doesn’t negotiate, Greg,” Amber said, her voice cutting through the hum of the engine. “Billionaire oil and shipping magnates don’t care about ‘the truth’ or ‘redemption.’ They care about assets, liabilities, and ROI. To him, you are a partner with a fifty percent depreciation value because of your past.”Greg adjusted his cufflinks, his jaw set in a hard line. “Then I’ll just have to show him that my value isn't in the ledger he’s reading.”When the car pulled up to the Miller manor—a limestone fortress that looked like it had been built to withstand a siege—the doors were opened by security detail tha
The Texas morning broke with a clarity that felt almost cinematic, the sky a vast, unblemished blue that stretched toward the horizon. Inside the Thorne-Le Brione Manor, the atmosphere had shifted. The heavy, suffocating weight of secrets had been replaced by a quiet, rhythmic hum of a life being rebuilt.In the master suite, Garette and Dianthe were enjoying a rare moment of undisturbed peace. Baby Leo was sound asleep in his cradle, a tiny anchor of hope in the center of their world. Garette sat at the edge of the bed, watching Dianthe brush her hair, the sunlight catching the gold highlights in the dark strands."You’re staring," she said, catching his eye in the mirror with a playful smirk."I’m observing," Garette corrected, his voice low and warm. "There’s a difference. One is passive; the other is the strategic appreciation of my wife."Dianthe laughed, setting the brush down and turning to face him. "Is that the ‘Shark’ talking, or the man who spent three hours last night rese
The laughter in the library had only just begun to feel like a permanent fixture of the manor when the air suddenly changed. It happened during a particularly spirited debate between Paolo and Amber over a maritime shipping contract. Paolo was in the middle of a dramatic, sweeping gesture, mocking a
The dust from the gala hadn't even settled before Vivienne made her next move, and she wasn't exactly known for doing anything halfway. She wasn't just in Texas for a social call; she was relocating her entire base of operations. But Vivienne Thorne didn’t do solo acts. When she moved, the earth sh
The air in the grand ballroom was thick with the scent of expensive lilies and the even more expensive perfumes of women who made a hobby of social assassination. Dianthe, guided by Vivienne’s sharp wit and even sharper glares, navigated the remnants of Elena Vance’s socialite circle with a surpris
The Crystal Ballroom in Dallas was less of a venue and more of a cathedral dedicated to the gods of light, oil money, and high-stakes excess. Beneath the towering weight of Austrian crystal chandeliers, the air tasted of expensive lilies and the sharp, metallic tang of over-pressed tuxedo shirts. E






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