Jennifer Reginald

When the only thing one is good at is nothing, how do they get to live through life? Kim was seen as a failure and was tired of trying to always get it right, so she moved on with her life the way everyone saw her. Poor grades, poor maintenance, not smart enough, no job after college because she couldn't even wake up on time to meet up with her job, while her younger twin sister had it all, beauty, brains and she had just landed herself a job at the most sort after company in the country, McGillivary Empire which has been Kim's dream workplace. Although Kim was beautiful, street-wise, and kind-hearted, do those really count?

Liam McGillivary was the most eligible bachelor in the State and the only heir to McGillivary Empire. Spoiled to stupor, arrogant and proud, but handsome as the devil and a very smart man. He was every girl's dream and when it was announced that he was coming back to the company after two years in New York, every girl had to up their game, but as fate would have it Liam encountered Kim and that encounter led Kim to claim Liam as her boyfriend just to prove to everyone that she could get something right. it went viral and Liam had to force her to be his fake girlfriend just to prevent the engagement his parents were planning for him to the daughter of a business mogul.

Would love find its way into the lives of these two people from different worlds? Would Kim be able to humble Liam with her kind heart? Would Liam's parents approve of his relationship with the daughter of a mere restaurant shop owner who was not even smart enough for their son?

WARNING: ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ High and descriptive sexual content, strong language, and use of substance. Recommended for 18+ readers, read at your own discretion.
Not for people with soft hearts.
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"I rather get dragged in the mud with chains by moving horses or be beaten with a club with nails on it than lose my virginity to you," she spat, looking at him with hate in her eyes, hoping her eyes conveyed the degree of contempt she felt when she spat out the words.
Anger and disbelief flashed in his eyes. She was going to be the first woman that would ever reject him and in such a preposterous manner. He stood up and went over to her while she gummed her back to the wall, having no other room to step back. He gripped her chin with his strong palm, forcing her to look at him, his wicked grey eyes bore into her hazel ones.

"What if it's your only ticket to freedom?"

"As I said, I rather die."

He quickly shoved her onto the bed and she scooted away as he moved toward her. "I am Eros Castillo, leader of the El dragon gang, you dare not reject me, nobody rejects me," he said in a low husky voice, his eyes five shades darker, his countenance grim and dangerous.

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No apto para personas sensibles.
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—Prefiero ser arrastrada por el barro con cadenas por caballos en movimiento o ser golpeada con un garrote con clavos antes que perder mi virginidad contigo —escupió, mirándolo con odio en sus ojos, esperando que sus ojos transmitieran el grado de desprecio que sentía al pronunciar esas palabras.
La ira y la incredulidad brillaron en sus ojos. Ella iba a ser la primera mujer que lo rechazara y de una manera tan absurda. Se levantó y se acercó a ella mientras ella se pegaba a la pared, sin tener más espacio para retroceder. Le agarró la barbilla con su fuerte palma, obligándola a mirarlo, sus malvados ojos grises se clavaron en los de ella, de color avellana.
—¿Y si es tu único boleto a la libertad?
—Como dije, prefiero morir.
Él rápidamente la empujó hacia la cama y ella se alejó mientras él se acercaba. —Soy Eros Castillo, líder de la banda El Dragón, no te atrevas a rechazarme, nadie me rechaza —dijo con una voz baja y ronca, sus ojos cinco tonos más oscuros, su semblante sombrío y peligroso.

"Eu prefiro ser arrastada na lama com correntes por cavalos em movimento ou ser espancada com um porrete cheio de pregos do que perder minha virgindade com você," ela cuspiu, olhando para ele com ódio nos olhos, esperando que seus olhos transmitissem o grau de desprezo que sentia ao cuspir as palavras.
Raiva e incredulidade brilharam nos olhos dele. Ela seria a primeira mulher a rejeitá-lo e de uma maneira tão absurda. Ele se levantou e foi até ela enquanto ela se colava à parede, sem ter mais para onde recuar. Ele agarrou o queixo dela com sua mão forte, forçando-a a olhar para ele, seus olhos cinzentos e cruéis penetrando nos olhos castanhos dela.
"E se for seu único bilhete para a liberdade?"
"Como eu disse, prefiro morrer."
Ele rapidamente a empurrou para a cama e ela se afastou enquanto ele se aproximava. "Eu sou Eros Castillo, líder da gangue El Dragón, você não ousa me rejeitar, ninguém me rejeita," ele disse com uma voz rouca e baixa, seus olhos cinco tons mais escuros, sua expressão sombria e perigosa.

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Wenn Sie kein Fan von Dark Romance sind, bitte nicht lesen.
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"Ich würde mich lieber von Pferden durch den Schlamm schleifen lassen oder mit einem Nagelknüppel verprügeln lassen, als meine Jungfräulichkeit an dich zu verlieren," spuckte sie, während sie ihn mit Hass in den Augen ansah, in der Hoffnung, dass ihre Augen den Grad der Verachtung, den sie empfand, als sie die Worte ausspuckte, deutlich machten.
Wut und Unglauben blitzten in seinen Augen auf. Sie würde die erste Frau sein, die ihn jemals ablehnte, und das auf so absurde Weise. Er stand auf und ging auf sie zu, während sie sich mit dem Rücken an die Wand drückte, ohne weiteren Raum zum Zurückweichen. Er packte ihr Kinn mit seiner starken Hand und zwang sie, ihn anzusehen, seine bösen grauen Augen bohrten sich in ihre haselnussbraunen.
"Was, wenn es dein einziges Ticket zur Freiheit ist?"
"Wie gesagt, ich sterbe lieber."
Er stieß sie schnell aufs Bett und sie rutschte weg, als er sich ihr näherte. "Ich bin Eros Castillo, Anführer der El-Dragon-Gang, du wagst es nicht, mich abzulehnen, niemand lehnt mich ab," sagte er mit tiefer, heiserer Stimme, seine Augen fünf Schattierungen dunkler, sein Gesichtsausdruck düster und gefährlich.