Novels by Miku DeWill

The sun bathed the garden of the Wilson residence owned by Becca, the birds fluttered back and forth, fussing over the small seeds that the woman threw on the fresh grass to feed them, her gaze was fixed on nothing, lost in the many thoughts that filled her since first thing in the morning, it was Sunday, day off for her, that night she wouldn't have to go to the bar and frankly she felt comforted by not having to do so, her white cheeks tinged red again as she remembered that all too embarrassing moment between her and Hades Visconti, she could still feel that huge, powerful body against hers and remembered how tiny she was in comparison to him, those words he had said to her, they echoed in her mind like echoes bouncing over and over again, Hades had deliberately forbidden her to dance in public and, in his words, she could only do it in front of him, and that hadn't been the most alarming thing. ... they had kissed, she had kissed Hades Visconti!Throwing more food to the lively bi

The night had arrived, it was still Saturday, the bar seemed much more crowded than during the week, Caterina had assumed that it was normal, those millionaires always too busy would take advantage of the weekend to go to admire the beautiful dancers, that was demeaning, although the girls did not seem to bother them in the least, on the contrary, they seemed too amused by the looks of those unpredictable and dangerous men."You always stare at the others, are you envious of not being the one dancing on that pole?" said one of the waitresses.Caterina looked at her companion, she knew well that she didn't like her, she was the one who had teased her the most after getting permission to wear a less indecent uniform, however, she was little interested in the woman's opinion of her, she could call her a prude, Santa and other unoriginal nicknames, she would not fall for her provocations, she had no time to deal with that kind of people, she already had her hands full with Hades Visconti

A new day was beginning, Caterina was listening to music in Rebeca's garden, her gaze remainedcompletely fixed on the canvas in front of her, she was trying to capture the flirtatious squirrelenjoying in complete calm the nuts that were left for her, however, she felt completely scattered,she had not managed to paint anything really fascinating since Enrique had run away with hersister, since that moment she had remained in a horrendous artistic block that only managed tofrustrate her more, leaning back in the chair for a moment, the beautiful woman observed theazure blue of the sky, a new failure, it was nothing new, watching the birds flying through the sky,suddenly came to her mind the memories of Hades Visconti, that infamous arrogant who seemedtoo libertine for her taste.Looking again at the blank canvas, Caterina picked up her brush and began to draw without losingdetail, the music in the background managed to stimulate her almost dead talent, tracing linesover and ov

The music resounded throughout the place; exotic dancers danced in a purely erotic way to pleasethe customers who had crowded the place. Caterina had already served several tables, and, after much begging, had managed to get heruniform not too provocative, it still felt short and showed too much, but, at least, she no longerfelt almost naked, of course, she had been teased by her colleagues for it, but she couldn't careless about that. She had better things to worry about. She felt much more nervous knowing that from one moment to the next, that man with tattoosand rough appearance, would come to claim her little lie; that was stupid, she wouldn't have to beforced to give her last name if she didn't want to, but, in Becca's words, that man was potentiallydangerous, a supposed mafia leader. Taking a little break in the middle of that busy night, Caterina watched the place while leaningagainst one of the walls; she admired the beautiful women dancing almost naked, she feltsi

The birds singing announced the beginning of a new morning, the sun was streaming through thecurtains of the window of the room that Rebeca had assigned her, the television announced that itwas 7 am, it was time to get up to send her son to school. Dante was only 5 years old, he was just starting kindergarten, and would definitely not miss asingle day of his classes no matter how tired or stressed she was, Caterina had married very youngto Henry Pines, her great love from high school, and, without wasting much time, they had startedtheir little family with great enthusiasm at first, however, the high school girl's dream had fadedtoo soon. Henry was neither a great husband nor the best father, he never lasted in any job and always hadthe silliest excuses to justify it, she, in great stumbles, had finished her college studies when Dantewas just a baby, and had rushed to get a job, she was an artist, a painter, and there wasn't muchwork for an art graduate. Still, she had man

Fed up, that was exactly how she felt, it had not been her week, nor her month, nor her year,everything had gone terribly wrong and she felt on the verge of a nervous breakdown, this time,she was going to be evicted from her apartment, the debts had piled up and the bank, of course,could not wait any longer. Her furniture was now on the sidewalk outside the building,uncomfortable glances began to pile up on her and the murmurs were not long in coming; someneighbors sincerely regretted what was happening, others, on the other hand, found her situationquite amusing. Caterina De Santis was a simple and totally ordinary art teacher, her blue eyes, almost like thecolor of sea water, threatened to shed tears of frustration at the new misfortune that fell uponher, she wore her brown hair pulled back in a badly done ponytail, her shapely curves and thebeauty of her body, imperceptible under that baggy sweater that was completely ruined by thepaint, she had been working on a new can