14 March Personality

Él susurró el nombre de ella novecientas noventa y nueve veces mientras dormía. Nunca el mío. Durante cinco años, le di todo a Vincent Bonanno, el heredero de una de las dinastías mafiosas más poderosas de Europa. Hice de su casa un hogar, recordé cada detalle descuidado que soltaba e incluso abandoné mi sueño de convertirme en artista, creyendo que un día, finalmente, me elegiría. Pero cada vez que aparecía Alessia, su lealtad se inclinaba hacia ella. La noche en que el fondue hirviente me dejó cicatrices en los brazos, él se apresuró a protegerla de un rasguño que apenas le enrojeció la piel. En público, su mirada nunca se quedaba conmigo, en cambio solo se perdía en ella. Yo era la esposa ante la ley, más nunca lo fui en la práctica. Así que me marché. Solo con una maleta, los papeles del divorcio que firmó sin darse cuenta y un secreto que nunca planeé compartir: tenía tres meses de embarazo. Él se dio cuenta demasiado tarde. Para ese momento, el divorcio ya era real, al igual que el expediente de la clínica. Y para cuando se dio cuenta, yo había desaparecido. En aquel momento, el hombre que alguna vez gobernaba ciudades con un poder despiadado, estaba dispuesto a poner el mundo patas arriba para encontrarnos. Él tenía soldados, dinero y mil disculpas que nunca me dio cuando yo todavía era su esposa. Pero yo ya no era la mujer que suplicaba por su afecto. Era una madre, una artista y una sobreviviente. La pregunta no era si Vincent podía alcanzarme. La cuestión era si, cuando lo hiciera, alguna vez lo dejaría volver a la vida que destruyó.

Les larmes qui brillent, la fierté qui se dissout. C’est encore plus beau que dans mes rêves. — Parce que je vais vous offrir un marché, dis-je en me penchant en avant, la voix devenue un murmure confidentiel et venimeux. Un seul. Prenez-le ou laissez-le. Je prends une feuille blanche, immaculée, et la pousse vers elle. —Voici mon offre : Un an à être à moi et à genoux. Elle cligne des yeux, ne comprenant pas. —Je… Je ne… — Pas comme une employée. Cela serait trop simple. Pas même comme une maîtresse. Cela serait vous faire trop d’honneur. Je marque une pause, savourant l’instant où la compréhension va la frapper de plein fouet. —Non , un an.....comme ma pute. Alessandra Le choc est si violent que j’en ai le souffle coupé. Le bureau, la ville, son visage… tout vacille. Un bruit blanc emplit ma tête. J’ai mal entendu. Je dois avoir mal entendu. — Quoi ? je souffle, la voix brisée. — Vous m’avez bien entendu, dit-il, implacable. Un an de soumission absolue. Vous serez à moi. Votre corps, votre volonté, votre dignité. Vous ferez ce que je veux, quand je le veux, comme je le veux. En échange, tous les problèmes financiers de votre frère disparaissent. Il aura les meilleurs soins. Il vivra. La nausée monte, brûlante. La rage aussi. Une rage ancienne, celle de la fille que j’étais, qui n’aurait jamais permis une telle insulte. — Vous êtes… vous êtes un monstre, je halète, me levant d’un bond, les jambes tremblantes. Un sale monstre ! Je crache. Littéralement. Un crachat plein de haine et de dégoût qui atterrit sur le marbre immaculé de son bureau . — Voilà ma réponse. Allez vous faire pendre. Je me tourne pour partir .

Les murs suintent l’humidité et l’odeur de lessive bon marché. Ici, les journées se ressemblent, rythmées par les hurlements des gardiens et les murmures des détenues. Mais depuis son arrivée, Léo est une anomalie dans ce monde de femmes. Lui, le seul homme dans cet univers carcéral féminin, détonne. Trop sûr de lui. Trop calme. Trop… fascinant. Les premières semaines, il a essuyé les regards en coin, les provocations, les tests. Mais il a tenu bon. Parce qu’il sait survivre. Parce qu’il sait se battre. Ce soir, dans la cour, l’atmosphère est électrique. Mira, assise sur un banc, le fixe, mâchoire serrée. Depuis qu’il a posé les yeux sur Sasha, une brune au regard brûlant, la tension monte. Ici, l’amour et la passion sont des feux de paille qui enflamment tout sur leur passage. Et Mira n’aime pas partager. Léo le sait. Mais il ne recule pas. — Tu te prends pour qui ? crache Mira en s’approchant, son gang derrière elle. Il se lève lentement, un sourire au coin des lèvres. Il n’a pas peur. Il a connu pire. — Je prends ce que je veux, répond-il, voix posée. Sasha, à quelques pas, le regarde, fascinée. Il la veut, et elle le sait. Mira ne supporte pas ce défi silencieux. Son poing part, rapide, furieux. Léo l’évite de justesse et riposte. L’impact claque, Mira titube, mais ne lâche pas l’affaire. Elle revient à la charge, et bientôt, la bagarre éclate sous les cris des détenues qui encerclent la scène.

Sian Cynthia Anderson who is one of daughters of Peter Anderson, a multi billionaire of Constructional Industry in United States, is a 23 year old young beautiful girl who owns a fair milky skin followed by dark chocolate brown wavy curls that enhanced her beauty more along with her sea blue eyes. Just like a normal being she too found her first love at the age of fifteen in which she verily found her home, Her true LOVE.. Her heart couldn't be happier as she held so much love for her only love Max which set her over illuminating hopes high on her marriage with her ever since lover; the childhood sweetheart Aaron Maximillian, the one and only child of Jonathan Maximillian, another multi billionaire and a famous football player in United States... Will they be able to get married? Emrys Parker, who is also a son of another multi billionaire is the Hero of young generation who worships him as a Greek God; to the outter world he is the most outsmart personality among young businessmen, but inside he had the heart of rock which could never be molten as there was no other man who could be equalized to his brutality he himself had grown hard. In brief, Emrys was another synonym for the epitome of arrogance and no one could beat him up as this bumptious beast who thinks everything can be done in a flick of his fingers by getting the people around on to their knees had his own powers to tame the world..... But, when the fate brutally makes these two collide incidentally, what will their future be holding in store to embrace by them? Is it only the Pure Hatred or the Unintentional Love?

"You do know that being my maid makes you my property and I can do whatever I want with you." He put a finger to her chin and tilted her head upwards. "Anything I want ..." She looked at him trembling. These days she had spent with him were scary. He truly was the devil. "I'm not your toy", she managed to say. "According to my contract, you are...", he said dangerously. She was dealt the wrong cards. She is already in a world of pain. Her body ached terribly. He grabbed her bruised body and dragged her... Lilian Mendez picked pockets for a living. She did whatever she needed to do to survive. Life was tough so she had to be tougher which meant making tough decisions. After a failed attempt at stealing from the wealthy at a luxurious gala event, she finds herself the property of Mr. Damian Richards, the multi-billionaire businessman, a handsome yet sour personality, and a no nonsense man. He was every girl's dream. Every girl lusted and drooled over him but he never looked their way. He them. He had no time for love. Lilian becomes his maid to make up for stealing from him. She hated everything about him. He was just another arrogant, rich moron. Men like him were only good for their money and nothing else. She wanted nothing more to do with him than to hopefully get out of his place in one piece. She was nobody's toy or plaything. However, over time, boundaries are broken and feelings are shared and grown. Is Lilian finally the woman to tie this eligible bachelor down or is it all a play to get rich off him?

"You have two options, Mira," he whispers harshly, "sign the bloody papers or watch all you've worked for go up in smoke." I look up at him, trying to surpress my mounting anger. "I will have you know, Mr. Mason Lachlan, that I am not a pet that can just be bought." I lift my chin. "I will sign your contract, but I will never be yours. My body might be yours to do as you please, but that is all you ever get." His beautiful, smoky gray eyes narrow to slits. "I accept your challenge then. I will have you begging for my love at the end of two years. And I will very much enjoy rejecting you at the end." *** Often referred to as the Dark god of the business world, Mason Lachlan is the most powerful…and dangerous, personality in New York City. Arrogant, ruthless, dominant, and filthy rich, he loves his women like he loves his cars – fancy, eye catching and utterly disposable. But nothing is more dangerous than being wanted by this man. Once he sets his sights on something…or someone, he pursues it with unflinching determination. And he has his eyes on Mira Fernandez. He wants her with a burning passion that could rival Hades. A hostess by day, a stripper by night, and a thief by midnight, Mira is one stubborn young lady on a mission. What happens when she is not so keen on being the arm candy of New York's most eligible bachelor? What happens when a predator refuses to let go of his prey? She can run, but she cannot hide. She belongs to the Dark god now, a property of Mason Lachlan. His dangerous obsession might as well be her destruction.

Annette Marechal at twenty-four, has finally understood the difference between: being loved and being used. Upon meeting Antoine Bourdeu, she believed that her life was finally going to be complete. She married him, two months after meeting him, madly in love with his thoughtful personality and his way of treating and caring for her. She never cared about the ten-year-old difference, nor the comments of Antoine's family towards her. Until he discovered the true root of his interest: his father's company about to fail. Knowing that she was used to reach her father, she confronted Antoine and he assured her that he had loved her, not as she would have liked, but as a means to an end. Full of pain and helplessness, suffering the betrayal of the supposed love of her life, Annette decided to leave never to return, Antoine Bourdeu, eldest son of the Bourdeu family, one of the wealthiest in France, did not believe in love, but in the commitment and stability that being married gave him in business. The beautiful Annette had seduced him, and he had fallen at her feet, driven mad by her emerald green eyes and mischievous gaze. She wanted to know the world and he promised to fulfill it. Until he realized how interested and manipulative his sweet Annette was. She left right after the ceremony, when he wanted to make her his body and soul. He disappeared from the map, taking with him more than his male pride. At least that's what he thought, because now, more cynical and stronger than ever, Antoine would return to take back what was his. No one denied Antoine Bourdeu

“Paragons and past phantoms could leave a legacy of blood wars and endless pain…where love and hatred could lose or gain… “ The whole story started with a stupid mistake. Heather mistakenly gave her precious virginity to the wrong man in a deceptively right hotel room. The “wrong man” turns out to be the most sought-after bachelor and CEO of Primal Industries, Kahlil Zillion Primalion who heads a company that has been flourishing for what seems like an eternity. She thought it was a cunning plot by her own BFF Avaz. However, it seems that someone else staged the whole scene. It was by someone who knows here inside out…her other self. The whole scenario of their steamy night together went viral in the Net and was feasted on both by her co-workers, mostly bashers and know-it-all netizens. It almost ruined her life to the point that she wanted to end it. What’s more painful are her parents, especially father who adds more pain to her injury by disowning her, even calling her a prostitute, and her mother who was too helpless to even say soothing words. Good thing her brother remains a good listener, as her other siblings have been quite unreachable since their parents sent them away for adoption or to different orphanages. Her past traumas caused the unrevealed personality disorder in Heather. However, things became more twisted and turned to a superficially positive route as she became pregnant, and the CEO’s grandmother suddenly came into the picture, mandating that Khalil should marry Heather ASAP. Though business & bed partner Tamara threatened to interfere, and the CEO himself at first wanted to get rid of their child, he slowly falls for the bait of the stronger persona behind Heather’s past: Savarra.

Ae Doona is a 22-year-old recluse who has given up on her real-life to focus on her online personality as a relationship guru on Rebbit. Doona was a victim of bullying growing up, and this affected her in later years. As a university student in Seoul, Doona is withdrawn, has no close friends and is very antisocial. Her mother (Ae Mishil) thinks Doona can have a fresh start in Busan. The joy of her move is short-lived as she bumps into Sochun the very same day. Sochun was one of the boys that regularly tormented Doona while in middle school. When Doona agreed to relocate, she hoped Sochun had moved out of Busan, better yet, Korea. So their inevitable meeting was just as surprising to her as it was for him. As much as she resented Sochun, she always wondered what she had done to make him despise her. On arriving in Busan, Doona bumps into Chihun on the elevator. Sensitized by years of bullying plus a newfound fear of the opposite forces Doona to cringe and recoil when standing close to a man. She soon comes to trust Chihun, and likewise, he sees her as something more than just a nuisance. The two become close friends by healing one another's wounds. Doona finds out the details of Chihun's past relationship that caused him to lose interest in women and dating. Chihun learns more about Doona's convoluted past. All the while, Minji starts to realize that her grip and control on the men in her life is slipping and she decides to manipulate Doona so she can get what she wants. Doona might not be bright to her ploy, but with the help of her new friends, Doona can stand up for herself against yet another bully.

Phoenix is the president of the Wolf's blood Motorcycle club, but he has another name . Well, no one but his vice president. That don’t know that his true name is Sephiroth Demogorgon nor that he’s a Prince of the werewolf’s east packs. He’s supposed to be next in line to be king, but he refuses to be so because he feels he’ll be the same as his father. When he was 16 years old, he ran away to escape the future that scared that he’ll become if he stayed. That was till the day that he runs into a witch name Nakesha Hakambir who turned out to be his mate and his world turns upside down. Nakesha Hakambir is a young witch that was left to the coven of her mother’s coven when she was only 6 years old and was treated like a slave to them. She was beaten and many times starved when she didn’t do all that was needed to be done in the coven house. When she turned 11 years old, she was made to wear a ring cuff onto her left ear to be told it was for her own good because her father had a split personality that led to his downfall. Nakesha had a life where she doesn’t trust anyone, nor does she believe those who tells her that they care about her does. She’s to the point that she believes that sooner or later everyone will leave her. Will Sephiroth be able to show her that not everyone will leave her or will his own demons hurt her more. Please first read "Betrayed by my mate" and "The secret wolf" because this story is the third in the series.