All Chapters of An Inconsequent Desire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Trigger warningThis book is not recommended for people under 18. It contains shocking and sensitive material, including:Physical violence, psychological violence, sexual violence, swearing, explicit content, family drama, gore, sadism, masochism, torture, widespread crime, dangerous driving, gambling, drug use, drinking and children in vulnerable positions.Red Cherry and her team at Beasts Sellers Corporations do not support the practice of these acts. This work is merely a work of fiction for entertainment purposes.-MonacoDominique Le BlancI stare at the clock and it's 2:39 in the morning. I walk through the corridor of the maternity hospital, waiting for my nephew’s delivery. I don't know his name, because my sister wants to know what he's like before naming him. I'm tense about the delay, it's been 9 hours of labor, and nothing. It means that it is within Eve's core where he wants to remain. Fuck it, let that shit stay there. You already have one! What the hell. Why didn't s

A few days without remembering anything at all. I don't know if it's too early to give up, I can only say that frustration is the worst. And my mood is seriously ruined. Calling me a door would be a compliment, because I'm more like a rug thrown on the floor. With no energy for anything, there are times when I even think I've turned into a ghost, I stay in the corners of the house, wrapped in the blanket, going from one side to the other, bored, waiting for my mind get back normal. I could be walking the streets, but when I stepped outside the house, the security guards stopped me, just with a brief shake of their heads. I changed from "persecuted" to "locked in the mansion" without knowing it. I sit on the living room rug and open a can of corn with the bottle opener and eat dinner alone. My situation already causes me agony. I need to do something, I just don't know what. Dominique hasn't even spoken to me, the incident with the car made him very angry. The day after this episode, h

Kiki???And another night has passed like the previous ones. I haven't slept well and I don't even know if I ever have. My body’s aching from yesterday. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, the pain in my hand is unbearable and my head feels like it's about to explode. I get out of the shower feeling far from refreshed. I want to go back to bed, which I'll do right after grabbing a bag of ice to make a compress. My mind is chaos, full of thoughts that lead nowhere.Yesterday was a very surreal day. At one point we were falling from a helicopter without a parachute. I thought my time in the world was over, but when I felt Dom's hands holding me and we flew over that clear blue sea, I felt alive like never before. The wind hitting my face, the spectacular view down below... I discovered that I love adrenaline and I'm sure that it's always been a part of me. I even questioned my sanity. Because yesterday, I felt extremely comfortable with the fight. How can I be so good at fighting? And

Blanca's beauty salon is located away from the pool. It was supposed to be a guest house, but she turned it into a "mini spa". It's huge. You can easily get twenty people's hair done and whatever else you want here. I walk through the door feeling the air conditioning on, it's freezing in here. The space is large and bright, with huge windows that let natural light in, bathing the room in a soft, welcoming glow. The walls are covered in elegant wallpaper with a discreet and sophisticated pattern in shades of silver, complemented by dark wood panels. Modern chandeliers in arches hang from the ceiling. Blanca is having her nails done, while the hairdresser touches up her roots. She's drinking a glass of champagne, which is nothing new. Her gaze meets mine and then she frowns with ink.“What has he done now?”, Blanca smokes the pod that lights up a neon pink light when she sucks.“He who?”, I ask, putting my hands in my pockets, checking the colors of my nail polish“Dominique, obviously

I wake up and take a shower at Maurice. I arrive at the casino at 7am. Amélie is waiting for me with a large glass of espresso and a clean suit. I've had almost no sleep, I'm wrecked.“Are you going to eat something downstairs or shall I have it delivered here?”“No, just the coffee is fine.”I take a sip of coffee and hand it to Amélie, who holds it. I start to unbutton my shirt, handing it to her.“Tell me what I have for today.”“At 7:30 a.m., meeting with Simon. At 09:00, Lohan wants to talk to you, he's asked to review the financial reports. The Italian investors called to confirm the trip to Italy at the end of the week. I've already confirmed it. Is it to book the usual hotel?”“ Yes. A penthouse with 4 bedrooms.”“Right. Miss Le Blanc called five times. And Marie Chérie called too, saying she's waiting to hear from you about the birthday.”“What else?”“The guys from Lolla Grace will be arriving next week. Preparations for the show have begun.”“Good, the sooner you start, the