Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fifty Shades Of Lovia : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“Hello everyone, welcome to a place where we don't play by the rules .“ A grown man in white suit standing in the middle of the crowded thirsty old rich men announced. This is where desires rot and bloom…where all dirty human fantasies are traded like currency, and anything that happens here stays here .Well, unfortunately not today .. because , with my presence here .. everything that happens here can never stay here .This is one of the biggest underground pub and night club ever in the city . Owned by the YBA billionaire circle. The higher government and rich men who controls the city. Here i am, and I'm here for just one person,Lucien Vargas.. the heir to the Vargas dynasty here in Rome and the best friend of Alejandro Rosario Dawson.It's time to give him a taste of his own medicine, shall we ?.In the back corner of the VIP lounge, drowning in top-shelf whiskey and shadows, sat Lucien —slouched, dazed, legs parted like a man who thought he was untouchable.Perfect.I didn’t

Back in my apartment, the air was thick filled with the scent of sandalwood—the same cologne Alejandro and I once shared.Nostalgia clung to it, but tonight it smelled like power.I sunk into my bed, legs still sore from the chaos of the day—stress ,sex and revenge brewing from equal parts.I took my laptop and uploaded the scene from the memory card of my camera. Now I have both Lucien and Lucas's scenes and ready to cause some fire in the industry.But firstly , I need to pay my dear bestie Clarissa a visit and buy her some flowers to congratulate her for successfully marrying my boyfriend behind my back.By the way, what should this bouquet come with ?..A rose? A tulips? Or perhaps some words of comfort. I thought to myself.Well,maybe a little video will do . How about me and her dear sister's fiance's steamy video having a time of our lives filled with passionate moanings.Hmm , I think that will perfectly do . Wait for me Clarissa… am about to prepare you a nice congratulations

The next morning , I stood in front of the full-length mirror in my walk in closet, my gaze cold but calm. Today wasn’t just any special day, it's the day Clarissa will have a little taste of her own medicine.And for that, I needed my armor.I reached for my favorite outfit, a beautiful black crimson dress. It was a dress that whispered class but screamed vengeance if you looked closely enough. I smoothed it down my hips, savoring the way it made me feel — untouchable, divine, and above all, in control.I paired it with my black stiletto heels — the ones Clarissa had once envied. Not forgetting my shades. Today's weather match perfectly with my mood, bright and sunny.“Oh, what a wonderful day to spoil someone's mood.“ I murmured to myself as I stepped out of my room. Yesterday's video had already been sent to Clarissa’s sister. Today was their family union—the perfect setting for chaos.The moment I stepped onto the Dawsons’ estate, I could smell the drama in the air like perfume.

After having a blast with Rueben last night, I decided to go for yoga class to realese stress. At the Ladies yoga restroom I met Isabella . An old friend of mine from college.I was surprised at first and not sure if I was seeing stuff right . Then I went closer to her side and whispered lightly almost like a question.“Isabella?..“She turned slowly and the moment she saw me , her eyes lighted up with delightfulness and screamed,“Lovia!…”We both laughed and hugged each other joyfully. Isabella was almost like a sister to me, but we got separated when she moved abroad after college . We asked each other what was going on in our lives and spent the whole day at the yoga class talking about ourselves.That's when I found out something more delicious. Isabella is now the fiance of the great Alexander McQueen, one of the leaders of the YBA billionaire circle.“ Wow, the universe never seize to amaze me..“ I thought, he brought just a perfect pawn that can lead me into that circle.“Sorr

The morning sun spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, casting a soft gold hue across the marble floors and velvet drapes. The skyline shimmered in the distance, blurred by the rising heat of the early sun.I stirred beneath my cream silk sheets, my lashes fluttering open with the slow grace of someone who had mastered control even in her sleep.I then went straight to my kitchen to get myself a coffee.I poured my coffee into a crystal mug, no sugar, no cream. Just the way I liked my mornings: bitter and honest.With one hand cradling the warmth of my drink, I walked over to my glass dining table where my sleek leather folder lay, inside it…is the CV I prepared last night.I sat down, legs crossed, coffee in hand, and flipped the folder open.Every line of the document was pristine. My credentials were flawless and top class. I read through it bodly than ever , admiring how good I am .As I sat there admiring my handwork and finishing the last sip of my bitter