Julencia Slamet

I cleared my throat. "I uhmm..I am not his girl..’’ Ethan interrupted me and smiled warmly at me. "I know. She's very talented. I'm blessed to have her in my life." My eyes widened. What the hell?
Oh yeah, I almost forgot that I was his 'girlfriend '. Why did I even agree to do this? I rolled my eyes and placed my hand in his. Oh no, this is not good. My stomach tickled as he intertwined our fingers. The ticklish feeling in my stomach. I knew exactly what it means, it was the so-called butterflies in your stomach. Oh god, help me!
Nicole Vargas was the daughter of a well-known artist and the CEO of 'The Vargas' hotel and casino chains, she wanted to New York where she could fulfill her dreams, but her dad ordered Ethan Gray to company her in there. He couldn't stand her tantrums and drama. And she wasn't willing to change just for him. Things are getting more interested when Nicole is living in his mansion located in the New York City…

"What if he is the one? But he is afraid to tell you?"
┉ Once upon a one night stand in Milan, Italy ┉
Two people fell in love.
He snuck out in the morning, before she woke up. And when she finally woke up, she couldn't remember who the stranger was she had a one night stand with.
Years later, they still couldn't get over each other. HE turned into a womanizer to forget her and SHE remained single, because she couldn't get the one night stand out of her head.
They both break their heads to find each other. HE in search for the girl who stole his heart during a One Night Stand and SHE for the guy who made her fall in love.
As the saying goes: "What's meant to be, will find its way back."
But will it be that easy?
SHE can't remember HIM.
But HE can never forget about HER.
Story that is full of Heartbreak, Secrets, Lies.
I was a god damn business man. Business deals, contracts, name them and I could all arrange them effortlessly. No hesitation. No second thoughts.
And suddenly she came into my world. A angel who is pure and dangerous.
I was afraid. Afraid of her not belonging to me.
Afraid of losing her.
Afraid that this love is only one sided.
And that suffocates me.

VANESSA-
Vanessa Vargas is juggling three jobs, trying to pay off a debt her mother owes to a man. Her mother is addicted to gambling, cocaine, and alcohol and lives with her boyfriend, making it difficult for Vanessa to manage the bills.
SPADE-
Spade Maverick sends frequent letters to collect money owed to him, and Ms. Katelyn Vargas owes him a significant amount. As the King of Vegas, he runs a massive casino and demands the money back. When Vanessa's payments start decreasing, he insists on meeting her in person in Vegas to settle the debt. He is determined to get his money back, one way or another.

Alessandro Galanti, a mafia boss who has his eye set on Aria Stone. And he'll stop at nothing until she is his.

Slipping into a faux engagement with the one man who still haunts my midnight fantasies? That's the kind of reckless decision that sends shivers down my spine—and it's exactly the offer Jason Shane, my new boss and former high school flame, presents to me. I'm the one who accidentally encounters his smoldering gaze and sculpted physique in the men's locker room, where the steam isn't just from the showers.
The chemistry? It's as palpable as the droplets running down his toned chest. The proposal? A seductive plot to parade as his betrothed to dazzle the company's higher-ups. The payment is generous, tempting, and utterly scandalous. With a racing heart and a whispered "yes," I find myself swept into a world of intoxicating luxury and sinful playacting.
But this retreat is no ordinary affair. Each feigned caress is laced with genuine longing, every pretend kiss laden with real desire. I'm caught in a dance of sensual deception, where every touch is a secret confession of yearning. As the lines between performance and reality blur, the man with the ruthless business edge shows glimpses of the tender lover from my past.
I keep telling myself it's all just a game, that the man who now commands boardrooms can't possibly offer the tenderness I crave. It's supposed to be easy to leave the fantasy behind when the masquerade ends. Yet, with every stolen embrace, I'm left questioning whether this act of passion could lead to a love that's all too real.
I'm stepping into a story where fiery old passions ignite amidst a high-stakes game of love and pretense, testing the boundaries between the facade and the heartfelt. Can I play the part without falling for the man behind the mask?

A surprise baby from a passionate night with a billionaire? Check. Six years of silence? Check. But now, he's back in my life, not as a lover but as my boss and fake husband.
Axel, the walking distress signal, is a brooding, controlling billionaire who's married to his restaurants.
Reconnecting with him has plunged me into a world of chaos, but the real bombshell is that I have to play his wife to save his empire.
As I linger in his embrace, it's becoming harder to resist the allure. However, with every stolen moment, the risk of losing everything I've fought to protect grows. Will I give in to temptation, or will my secrets bring about our downfall?

"Pull the trigger!" I said.
I felt my muscles getting tired, my pain fading, my judgment clear. I just couldn't do it. I realized I couldn't pull the trigger. I couldn't kill him.
"I hate you!!! You manage to make me forget the hate I feel for you, you make me weak, and I despise it. Just shoot me alread-" I said, but I didn't finish my sentence.
It took me quite a while to realize what was happening. He didn't shoot me. He was kissing me. It was an angry kiss; he was trying to win me by kissing me. I tried to pull back, but my feelings betrayed me.
I kiss him back. We were both fighting for dominance, but he won, and I felt him smile. We continue to kiss and bite each other's lips for a few moments before we pull back trying to catch our breaths.
"What does a man have to do to make you shut up?"-he says, his lips were sullen, and they looked hot.
"You don't."-I say still breathing heavily.
He grabs me by my waist and bring me closer to him, my heart threatening to get out of my chest.
"From what just happened I'm pretty sure you would like to think your answer."-he whispers.
"Why don't you do it again and we'll see what happens..."-I say and so he does...
"Even in a room full of art, she was the only masterpiece I was looking at."
She embodied the persona of the Devil in high heels, a savior for bloodshed, a toxic and perilous force. Her eyes blazed with fire, and her heart harbored poison; love and concern were foreign concepts to her. Money and power were her sole pursuits, and she was as seemingly harmless as a hungry panther.
Her mantra was to kill and conquer, devoid of love or any emotional attachment—a true Femme Fatale. Her middle name was synonymous with danger, a fact well-known to all, yet men found themselves inexplicably drawn to her.
However, her allure meets its match when she encroaches upon the wrong territory. Raven King believed she could emerge victorious here, but she underestimated the domain of Alessio Madrigal.
The reigning monarch of his territory, Alessio is a boss, a ruler, feared by the police, and obeyed by all. That is until a malevolent woman defies his rules and commits murder within his domain. Now faced with the challenge of dealing with her, Alessio must decide how to eliminate a woman who infuriates him while simultaneously offering a strange sense of peace when she's in his presence.
Will Raven triumph, or will she lose something far more valuable than money in this power struggle?

Sapphire.
I despise him, truly despise him. Yet, there was a time, in what feels like another era, when I loved him so intensely that life without him seemed unimaginable. He was my oxygen; I craved him. I believed I would wither away without him.
Why wouldn't I? He swore eternal love, comparing it to the enduring stones of the pyramids. Massive, resilient, standing for centuries against rain, shine, or sandstorms. I constructed my dreams on those stones, envisioning children playing and a Christmas table surrounded by laughing grandchildren.
But he lied.
In one cruel move, he betrayed me, shattering my beautiful dreams into a million pieces. Now, the spiteful man has returned with an indecent proposal. I won't accept it. Never, even if my body yearns for his lips, mouth, hands, skin...
No, Zade.
You might be the most attractive man I've ever seen, but I won't give you a second chance to destroy me.

Hiding my baby from my brother's best friend felt like the right choice, until I found out I was pregnant once more. Despite my brother's warnings to stay away from his arrogant friend, I should have heeded his advice. The jerk ghosted me after I got pregnant, and to avoid any confrontation, I kept my daughter a secret. Fate had different plans as Lorenzo Kensington, dominant and irresistibly attractive, reenters my life. Resisting his tempting lips and chiseled body proves challenging, and one passionate night leaves me in disarray. When he discovers our daughter shares his features, panic sets in. My instincts urge me to escape, but there's a complication – I'm pregnant again.

♡ I could see the pain flicker in his eyes when he finally said: "I don't think I can be friends with you anymore, Amari." ♡
Amari Vasilios, the CEO of the fast growing Advertising Company in California, got her heart broken by her best friend five years ago. She never thought that out of all the people her best friend, Zane Shaw, would be the one who would break her heart first... only because of a girl he had known for FOUR MONTHS.
She was livid and she still is. She ignored and tried to avoid him as much as possible and for the past five years it worked.
But now.
Now she's staring at the invitation letter in her hand. It was a wedding invitation. From her brother and his fiancee.
She had to go home. She had to go back to New York and attend the wedding.
Attending the wedding means seeing him again.
Attending the wedding means seeing the person she had successfully avoid for five years.

They promised to protect me from their violent world… but who will protect my heart from them?
Every night, three mafia enforcers come into my bar. They’re too dangerous to get close to, yet impossible to ignore.
When the bar is held up, Rocello, a powerful and deadly man, saves me. No one’s ever protected me like that before.
Rocello’s fierce protection and his gentle side as a single father make me feel safe. Jumaine’s calm, precise nature melts when he’s with me, and Slade’s reckless passion leaves me breathless.
As I uncover a plot against me, they pledge their protection. But as our passion ignites, I realize my ties to their world run deeper than I thought. And my life spirals into chaos when I see two little lines on a pregnancy test.

Ayla:
I grew up shielded from the Mafia lifestyle... until a merciless killer got his eyes on me.
Alessio Razone. Mysterious, intense, and ruthless. A decade my senior, with enough influence to bind me in an arranged marriage from which there's no escape.
His demand for obedience is startling. I'm treated more like a possession than a spouse. Yet, why does his rough, possessive demeanor feel oddly fitting?
With each surrender, I sink deeper into darkness. Unveiling desires I never knew existed.
Desires I should resist.
It would be simple to surrender. But if I relent, will he shatter me?
Alessio:
Ayla's innocence is a blank canvas, and I'm determined to leave my mark. Indelibly.
The offspring of our family's greatest adversary, she's mine to shape however I please.
She'll submit to me, or I'll annihilate her.
I'm too damaged for love, but I'll relish in molding Ayla into my obedient plaything. When she complies, I'll ignite her passion. When she defies, she'll face consequences.
Our union is nothing more than this. She's my fixation, but she'll never truly comprehend me.
If I allow Ayla to glimpse behind my façade, she'll discover my true self.
And that would spell ruin for us both.

Born into the notorious Mancini family, I’ve been called the "New York Princess" since day one. But forget the fairytale – I'm more like a devil in disguise. I smile when needed, make snarky remarks on cue, and mostly follow my dad's orders.
My dad is a feared mob boss in New York. In our world, power rules, and death is the only escape. I'm just a pawn in this dangerous game. My dad has arranged for me to marry Giovanni Romano, heir to the New Jersey mob, to uphold traditions.
But I refuse to marry an enemy. I won't be trapped in a life with him. I am Valentina Mancini, and I won't let my family’s bloodline be ruined. Instead of love, I offer Giovanni vengeance and bloodshed.
Will I escape this fate? Can I stand up to my powerful father? What will happen to me and Giovanni? Will our story end with a happily ever after or will tragedy strike?

A powerful billionaire woman. A man overshadowed by his father. An irresistible proposition.
Maximilian Stonee, the heir to Moon Resort, may not be a billionaire.
But Cadence Quiler is.
Once a stripper and escort, now a formidable lady boss, Cadence values respect over wealth. However, when she needs a favor, she knows exactly what Maximilian will ask in return.
It's more than she anticipated—Maximilian wants a date. Not just a date, but a weekend getaway to a friend's wedding. He promises no expectations, no strings attached, just a weekend of enjoyment.
Cadence isn't one for fun.
Yet Max’s offer includes a perk: a weekend with Max could provide valuable insights for her next business move against his father.
Will she be swayed by the undeniable chemistry between them, or will Cadence choose business over pleasure... even though Maximilian offers so much pleasure?

—¿Y si él es el indicado? ¿Pero tiene miedo de decírtelo?
┉ Una vez, en una noche en Milán, Italia ┉
Dos personas se enamoraron.
Él se escabulló por la mañana, antes de que ella despertara. Y cuando finalmente despertó, no podía recordar quién era el extraño con el que había pasado la noche.
Años después, aún no podían olvidarse el uno del otro. ÉL se convirtió en un mujeriego para olvidarla y ELLA permaneció soltera, porque no podía sacar de su cabeza esa noche.
Ambos se rompen la cabeza para encontrarse. ÉL en busca de la chica que le robó el corazón durante una noche y ELLA del chico que la hizo enamorarse.
Como dice el dicho: "Lo que está destinado a ser, encontrará su camino de regreso."
¿Pero será tan fácil?
ELLA no puede recordarlo a ÉL.
Pero ÉL nunca puede olvidarla a ELLA.
Una historia llena de Desamor, Secretos, Mentiras.
Yo era un maldito hombre de negocios. Tratos comerciales, contratos, nómbralos y podía arreglarlos todos sin esfuerzo. Sin vacilación. Sin segundas pensamientos.
Y de repente ella entró en mi mundo. Un ángel que es puro y peligroso.
Tenía miedo. Miedo de que ella no me perteneciera.
Miedo de perderla.
Miedo de que este amor sea solo de un lado.
Y eso me asfixia.

Me aclaré la garganta.
—Yo, ehmm... no soy su chica...
Ethan me interrumpió y me sonrió cálidamente.
—Lo sé. Ella es muy talentosa. Soy afortunado de tenerla en mi vida.
Mis ojos se abrieron de par en par. ¿Qué demonios?
Oh sí, casi olvidé que era su 'novia'. ¿Por qué acepté hacer esto? Rodé los ojos y coloqué mi mano en la suya. Oh no, esto no es bueno. Mi estómago se estremeció cuando entrelazó nuestros dedos. Esa sensación en el estómago. Sabía exactamente lo que significaba, eran las famosas mariposas en el estómago. ¡Dios, ayúdame!
Nicole Vargas era la hija de un conocido artista y el CEO de la cadena de hoteles y casinos 'The Vargas'. Ella quería ir a Nueva York donde pudiera cumplir sus sueños, pero su padre ordenó a Ethan Gray que la acompañara allí. No soportaba sus berrinches y dramas. Y ella no estaba dispuesta a cambiar solo por él. Las cosas se ponen más interesantes cuando Nicole vive en su mansión ubicada en la ciudad de Nueva York...

♡ Pude ver el dolor brillar en sus ojos cuando por fin dijo: «No creo que pueda seguir siendo tu amigo, Amari. «♡
A Amari Vasilios, directora ejecutiva de una empresa de publicidad de rápido crecimiento en California, su mejor amiga le rompió el corazón hace cinco años. Nunca pensó que, de entre todas las personas, su mejor amigo, Zane Shaw, sería quien le rompería el corazón primero... solo por una chica a la que conocía desde hacía CUATRO MESES.
Ella estaba furiosa y todavía lo está. Ella lo ignoró y trató de evitarlo lo más posible y durante los últimos cinco años funcionó.
Pero ahora.
Ahora mira la carta de invitación que tiene en la mano. Era una invitación de boda. De su hermano y su prometida.
Tenía que irse a casa. Tenía que volver a Nueva York y asistir a la boda.
Asistir a la boda significa volver a verlo.
Asistir a la boda significa ver a la persona que había evitado con éxito durante cinco años.

Um bebê surpresa de uma noite apaixonada com um bilionário? Confere. Seis anos de silêncio? Confere. Mas agora, ele está de volta na minha vida, não como amante, mas como meu chefe e marido de mentira.
Axel, o sinal ambulante de perigo, é um bilionário sombrio e controlador que é casado com seus restaurantes.
Reconectar com ele me mergulhou em um mundo de caos, mas a verdadeira bomba é que eu tenho que fingir ser sua esposa para salvar seu império.
Enquanto permaneço em seu abraço, está se tornando mais difícil resistir à tentação. No entanto, a cada momento roubado, o risco de perder tudo o que lutei para proteger cresce. Vou ceder à tentação ou meus segredos trarão nossa ruína?

Safira.
Eu o desprezo, realmente o desprezo. No entanto, houve um tempo, que parece outra era, em que eu o amava tão intensamente que a vida sem ele parecia inimaginável. Ele era meu oxigênio; eu o desejava. Acreditava que murcharia sem ele.
Por que não acreditaria? Ele jurou amor eterno, comparando-o às pedras duradouras das pirâmides. Massivas, resilientes, resistindo por séculos à chuva, ao sol ou às tempestades de areia. Construi meus sonhos sobre essas pedras, imaginando crianças brincando e uma mesa de Natal cercada por netos rindo.
Mas ele mentiu.
Com um movimento cruel, ele me traiu, despedaçando meus belos sonhos em um milhão de pedaços. Agora, o homem rancoroso voltou com uma proposta indecente. Eu não vou aceitá-la. Nunca, mesmo que meu corpo anseie por seus lábios, boca, mãos, pele...
Não, Zade.
Você pode ser o homem mais atraente que já vi, mas não vou te dar uma segunda chance para me destruir.

"Puxe o gatilho!" eu disse.
Senti meus músculos ficando cansados, minha dor desaparecendo, meu julgamento claro. Eu simplesmente não conseguia fazer isso. Percebi que não conseguia puxar o gatilho. Eu não podia matá-lo.
"Eu te odeio!!! Você consegue me fazer esquecer o ódio que sinto por você, me faz fraca, e eu desprezo isso. Apenas me atire logo-" eu disse, mas não terminei a frase.
Demorei um pouco para perceber o que estava acontecendo. Ele não atirou em mim. Ele estava me beijando. Era um beijo raivoso; ele estava tentando me vencer me beijando. Tentei me afastar, mas meus sentimentos me traíram.
Eu o beijo de volta. Ambos estávamos lutando por domínio, mas ele venceu, e eu senti ele sorrir. Continuamos a nos beijar e morder os lábios um do outro por alguns momentos antes de nos afastarmos tentando recuperar o fôlego.
"O que um homem tem que fazer para te fazer calar a boca?" - ele diz, seus lábios estavam inchados e pareciam quentes.
"Você não consegue." - eu digo ainda respirando pesadamente.
Ele me agarra pela cintura e me puxa para mais perto dele, meu coração ameaçando sair do peito.
"Pelo que acabou de acontecer, tenho certeza de que você gostaria de repensar sua resposta." - ele sussurra.
"Por que você não faz de novo e veremos o que acontece..." - eu digo e ele faz...
"Mesmo em uma sala cheia de arte, ela era a única obra-prima que eu estava olhando."
Ela incorporava a persona do Diabo de salto alto, uma salvadora para derramamento de sangue, uma força tóxica e perigosa. Seus olhos ardiam com fogo, e seu coração abrigava veneno; amor e preocupação eram conceitos estranhos para ela. Dinheiro e poder eram suas únicas buscas, e ela era tão aparentemente inofensiva quanto uma pantera faminta.
Seu mantra era matar e conquistar, desprovida de amor ou qualquer apego emocional—uma verdadeira Femme Fatale. Seu nome do meio era sinônimo de perigo, um fato bem conhecido por todos, mas os homens se sentiam inexplicavelmente atraídos por ela.
No entanto, seu encanto encontra seu par quando ela invade o território errado. Raven King acreditava que poderia sair vitoriosa aqui, mas subestimou o domínio de Alessio Madrigal.
O monarca reinante de seu território, Alessio é um chefe, um governante, temido pela polícia e obedecido por todos. Isso até que uma mulher maligna desafia suas regras e comete um assassinato em seu domínio. Agora, enfrentando o desafio de lidar com ela, Alessio deve decidir como eliminar uma mulher que o enfurece enquanto simultaneamente oferece uma estranha sensação de paz quando está em sua presença.
Raven triunfará, ou perderá algo muito mais valioso do que dinheiro nesta luta pelo poder?

Eu limpei a garganta. "Eu, ahmm... eu não sou a garota dele..." Ethan me interrompeu e sorriu calorosamente para mim. "Eu sei. Ela é muito talentosa. Sou abençoado por tê-la na minha vida." Meus olhos se arregalaram. O que diabos?
Ah, é, quase esqueci que eu era a 'namorada' dele. Por que eu concordei com isso mesmo? Revirei os olhos e coloquei minha mão na dele. Ah não, isso não é bom. Meu estômago deu um friozinho quando ele entrelaçou nossos dedos. Aquele friozinho no estômago. Eu sabia exatamente o que significava, eram as famosas borboletas no estômago. Oh Deus, me ajude!
Nicole Vargas era filha de um artista famoso e do CEO das redes de hotéis e cassinos 'The Vargas'. Ela queria ir para Nova York, onde poderia realizar seus sonhos, mas seu pai ordenou que Ethan Gray a acompanhasse até lá. Ele não aguentava mais os chiliques e dramas dela. E ela não estava disposta a mudar só por causa dele. As coisas ficam mais interessantes quando Nicole está morando na mansão dele, localizada na cidade de Nova York...

"O que se ele for o cara certo? Mas ele tem medo de te contar?"
┉ Era uma vez em uma noite em Milão, Itália ┉
Duas pessoas se apaixonaram.
Ele saiu de fininho pela manhã, antes que ela acordasse. E quando ela finalmente acordou, não conseguia lembrar quem era o estranho com quem teve uma noite de amor.
Anos depois, eles ainda não conseguiam superar um ao outro. ELE se tornou um mulherengo para esquecê-la e ELA permaneceu solteira, porque não conseguia tirar a noite de amor da cabeça.
Eles quebram a cabeça para se encontrar. ELE em busca da garota que roubou seu coração durante uma Noite de Amor e ELA do cara que a fez se apaixonar.
Como diz o ditado: "O que é para ser, encontrará seu caminho de volta."
Mas será que vai ser tão fácil assim?
ELA não consegue se lembrar DELE.
Mas ELE nunca consegue esquecê-LA.
Uma história cheia de Coração Partido, Segredos, Mentiras.
Eu era um maldito homem de negócios. Negócios, contratos, nomeie-os e eu poderia arranjar todos sem esforço. Sem hesitação. Sem segundas intenções.
E de repente ela entrou no meu mundo. Um anjo que é puro e perigoso.
Eu estava com medo. Medo de ela não pertencer a mim.
Medo de perdê-la.
Medo de que esse amor seja unilateral.
E isso me sufoca.

♡ Eu pude ver a dor brilhar em seus olhos quando ele finalmente disse: "Eu acho que não posso mais ser seu amigo, Amari." ♡
Amari Vasilios, a CEO da empresa de publicidade de rápido crescimento na Califórnia, teve seu coração partido por seu melhor amigo há cinco anos. Ela nunca pensou que, de todas as pessoas, seu melhor amigo, Zane Shaw, seria o primeiro a partir seu coração... apenas por causa de uma garota que ele conhecia há QUATRO MESES.
Ela ficou furiosa e ainda está. Ela o ignorou e tentou evitá-lo o máximo possível e, nos últimos cinco anos, isso funcionou.
Mas agora.
Agora ela está olhando para o convite em sua mão. Era um convite de casamento. Do seu irmão e da noiva dele.
Ela tinha que voltar para casa. Ela tinha que voltar para Nova York e assistir ao casamento.
Assistir ao casamento significa vê-lo novamente.
Assistir ao casamento significa ver a pessoa que ela conseguiu evitar por cinco anos.

♡ Vidi il dolore lampeggiare nei suoi occhi quando finalmente disse: "Non penso di poter essere più tuo amico, Amari." ♡
Amari Vasilios, l'amministratore delegato della compagnia pubblicitaria in rapida crescita in California, aveva avuto il cuore spezzato dal suo migliore amico cinque anni fa. Non avrebbe mai pensato che, tra tutte le persone, il suo migliore amico, Zane Shaw, sarebbe stato il primo a spezzarle il cuore... solo per una ragazza che conosceva da QUATTRO MESI.
Era furiosa e lo è ancora. Lo ignorò e cercò di evitarlo il più possibile e negli ultimi cinque anni ci era riuscita.
Ma ora.
Ora sta fissando la lettera d'invito nella sua mano. Era un invito di nozze. Da parte di suo fratello e della sua fidanzata.
Doveva tornare a casa. Doveva tornare a New York e partecipare al matrimonio.
Partecipare al matrimonio significava rivederlo.
Partecipare al matrimonio significava vedere la persona che era riuscita a evitare per cinque anni.

"Was, wenn er der Richtige ist? Aber er hat Angst, es dir zu sagen?"
┉ Es war einmal ein One-Night-Stand in Mailand, Italien ┉
Zwei Menschen verliebten sich.
Er schlich sich am Morgen hinaus, bevor sie aufwachte. Und als sie schließlich aufwachte, konnte sie sich nicht erinnern, wer der Fremde war, mit dem sie eine Nacht verbracht hatte.
Jahre später konnten sie immer noch nicht voneinander loslassen. ER wurde zum Frauenheld, um sie zu vergessen, und SIE blieb Single, weil sie die Nacht nicht aus dem Kopf bekam.
Beide zerbrachen sich den Kopf, um einander zu finden. ER auf der Suche nach dem Mädchen, das ihm bei einem One-Night-Stand das Herz gestohlen hatte, und SIE nach dem Mann, der sie verliebt machte.
Wie das Sprichwort sagt: "Was sein soll, wird seinen Weg zurückfinden."
Aber wird es so einfach sein?
SIE kann sich nicht an IHN erinnern.
Aber ER kann SIE niemals vergessen.
Eine Geschichte voller Herzschmerz, Geheimnisse, Lügen.
Ich war ein verdammter Geschäftsmann. Geschäftsabschlüsse, Verträge, nenne sie und ich konnte sie alle mühelos arrangieren. Kein Zögern. Keine zweiten Gedanken.
Und plötzlich trat sie in meine Welt. Ein Engel, der rein und gefährlich ist.
Ich hatte Angst. Angst, dass sie nicht zu mir gehört.
Angst, sie zu verlieren.
Angst, dass diese Liebe nur einseitig ist.
Und das erstickt mich.

♡ Ich konnte den Schmerz in seinen Augen aufblitzen sehen, als er schließlich sagte: "Ich glaube nicht, dass ich noch mit dir befreundet sein kann, Amari." ♡
Amari Vasilios, die Geschäftsführerin des schnell wachsenden Werbeunternehmens in Kalifornien, hatte vor fünf Jahren ihr Herz von ihrem besten Freund gebrochen bekommen. Sie hätte nie gedacht, dass ausgerechnet ihr bester Freund, Zane Shaw, derjenige sein würde, der ihr Herz zuerst brechen würde... nur wegen eines Mädchens, das er seit VIER MONATEN kannte.
Sie war wütend und ist es immer noch. Sie ignorierte ihn und versuchte, ihm so gut es ging aus dem Weg zu gehen, und in den letzten fünf Jahren hat es funktioniert.
Aber jetzt.
Jetzt starrt sie auf den Einladungskarte in ihrer Hand. Es war eine Hochzeitseinladung. Von ihrem Bruder und seiner Verlobten.
Sie musste nach Hause. Sie musste nach New York zurückkehren und an der Hochzeit teilnehmen.
An der Hochzeit teilzunehmen bedeutet, ihn wiederzusehen.
An der Hochzeit teilzunehmen bedeutet, die Person zu sehen, der sie fünf Jahre lang erfolgreich aus dem Weg gegangen ist.

♡ Je pouvais voir la douleur scintiller dans ses yeux quand il a finalement dit : "Je ne pense pas que je puisse être ami avec toi, Amari." ♡
Amari Vasilios, la PDG de la société de publicité en pleine croissance en Californie, a eu le cœur brisé par son meilleur ami il y a cinq ans. Elle n'aurait jamais pensé que parmi toutes les personnes, ce serait son meilleur ami, Zane Shaw, qui lui briserait le cœur en premier... seulement à cause d'une fille qu'il connaissait depuis QUATRE MOIS.
Elle était furieuse et elle l'est toujours. Elle l'a ignoré et a essayé de l'éviter autant que possible et cela a fonctionné pendant les cinq dernières années.
Mais maintenant.
Maintenant, elle fixe la lettre d'invitation dans sa main. C'était une invitation de mariage. De la part de son frère et de sa fiancée.
Elle devait rentrer chez elle. Elle devait retourner à New York et assister au mariage.
Assister au mariage signifie le revoir.
Assister au mariage signifie revoir la personne qu'elle avait réussi à éviter pendant cinq ans.