Surrounded by luxury and comfort, Dominique Le Blanc does not miss anything, except excitement. His life as the owner of the largest casino in Monaco requires a lot of time and dedication to enjoy this refined and electrifying, but unimportant, environment. Bets and money are no longer able to excite you. Could that change with a gunshot-covered escape in a hospital parking lot? Without knowing why, a young woman flees from her armed captors. The reason for the chase is unknown, but the escape leads her to get into the first open car she sees. Driven by the instinct to fight for her own life, she hides in the vehicle, while the passengers agree to flee the scene quickly. The young woman carries nothing with her, no belongings, no clothes, no name and much less memories. What is the first thing she should look for? “An Inconsequent Desire” is a dark novel full of action and chaos, with two protagonists who know very well what they want… or almost. Tension, desire, luxury and danger mix as Dominique and the fugitive try to resolve their relationship and their desires in a world as opulent as it’s reckless. Violence and attraction go hand in hand for a couple covered in the past, immersed in the present and with almost no future. What is the price of unearthing their memories? How much can it change what is yet to come? Love or obsession. Salvation or ruin. In the end, everyone has something to lose... and maybe that's everything.
Lihat lebih banyakThe return to Monaco was smooth and the days are passing quickly. I'm feeling much better. Therapy has helped me a lot to deal with these traumas in a way that doesn't interfere with my present or future. My diet has improved by 80%. I've been able to eat on my own, without the constant worry that I'm going to die at any moment. Dom has helped me every day. He doesn't try food anymore, but sometimes he shares his with me, because, somehow, we've got used to it. It's like a ritual, one of our moments together. Meals are important to us.Next week, we're finally going to Disney, and I'm so excited to see Mickey! After everything that happened in that house, we decided it was time to look for another one. For now, we're staying in Tourette's while we finalize the purchase of our house. Both contracts were torn up by Dom. We don't need a piece of paper to create our own rules, and we're getting along just fine in our own way.My pets that Berta brought, Euros and Dollar, have been getting
We arrived in Malibu at dawn. The mansion was silent and deserted, a stark contrast to the scene I left here. Everything was clean and spotless, looking ready to welcome me. But the climate was strange, cold. We couldn't sleep, it's crazy how I realized that this wasn't where I belonged. Blanca and I searched the entire house, from top to bottom, without leaving a corner untouched. The only thing we found of James and Clara were photos. Pictures of trips, weddings, scenes from everyday life. Nothing that explicitly revealed who Clara was, apart from the obvious: a mercenary. I found the address of Dominus and a magnetic badge "mine" in the hoplitic. But no documents, no deeper records. Nothing. Everything was impersonal, as if someone had wiped away any trace.James' office was empty. No documents, no files. Not even his laptop was there. The emptiness gave me an uncomfortable, almost desperate feeling. It was then that an idea occurred to me: Everything concerning James and Clara sho
KikiBefore I even open my eyes, I can smell the cold, sterile smell of the room. I try to move my fingers, but they don't respond immediately. I open my eyes slowly. The white light from the ceiling is annoying, blurring my vision. I try to recognize the place, but nothing seems familiar. Next to the bed, a machine beeps at regular intervals, breaking the silence. The sheets covering my body are soft and comfortable.I notice the oxygen mask on my face and instinctively reach up to remove it, noticing my bandaged hand. My body is heavy, aching. My head throbs and pulses. I turn my face slowly, but I can't see any windows. I can't tell if it's day or night. The machine's beeping starts to become more irregular, reflecting my nervousness. I try to sit down, but the pain is cutting through my body and I give up.Where am I?“You woke up…”, a female voice sounds next to me, soft in its French accent.“What happened?”I ask, feeling the nervousness grow. Vague memories begin to invade my
LohanParisThe ringing in my head drowns out the insistent sound of my cell phone ringing. I lift my body off the floor and sit down, feeling the weight that seems to crush me. The room is covered in bottles and cans scattered across the carpet. I lean back on the bed, the sharp ringtone echoing from the coffee table. I lean over it with difficulty, pushing empty bottles, syringes and pills that fall to the floor as I look for the phone. When I find it, I squint, my vision still blurry, and try to focus. When I see his number on the display, I let out a breath. I've waited weeks for this. I pick up, but he doesn't give me a chance to say anything:“It's time for you to keep your end of the bargain”, his voice is authoritative“And the girl, did she make it?”“We're already watching her”, he replies, bluntly.“Today I'll do what I promised”, I say, standing up.“Perfect. I'll wait for you at the agreed place”, he finishes and I hang up.I pick up the gun from the bed, tuck it into the
The week was full of ups and downs. Dom spent the last four days recovering from the flu and I found several ways to get him to take his medication. Fortunately, everything worked out and he didn't get suspicious. So next time I'll know what to do if he needs it. Eva tried to talk to me, texting and calling me several times as if we were intimate. The difference was that they were threats, like: "You're running out of time, you haven't given me any answers, you don't know who you're dealing with...", and I didn't answer, because, if I get involved, it won't be good. I've already got Eva by the scruff of the neck, and I've only seen her twice.Apart from that, the week went smoothly. I went back to the neurologist, my brain is still the same, and I had the stitches removed from my head. Yesterday, Didi had a party at her house, just for us girls. It was incredible. I stayed until 1:30 in the morning, because that's when the boys left the house and Dom picked me up. We had a great time
DomI wake up to the insistent ringing of my cell phone. I grope around the bedside table, my vision still blurred, until I find the device. My sister's name appears on the screen and I roll my eyes before putting it on silent. A flurry of congratulatory messages flood the device, but I ignore them. I put the phone away and, as I look at the empty space on the bed next to me, I notice Kiara's absence. I jump up. Where is she?I hurry to the suite, but I can't find her. I splash water on my face, brush my teeth and go downstairs, annoyed by her absence. All the bedroom doors are closed and the corridor is silent. As I go downstairs, a sweet scent permeates the air. Following the scent, I find my way to the kitchen.As I enter, I see Kiki at the counter, surrounded by molds and what look like failed attempts at cakes. The scene makes me smile. She's barefoot, wearing a short navy dress, the straps falling to her shoulders, shaping her body, her curves giving me pause. Her hair is up in
I open my eyes and see Dom's arms around me. I blink a few times, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the brightness. I didn't see when he came here, he probably stayed with Maurice and the boys until the early hours, since he didn't have any fun with his friends yesterday and I hope he enjoys it with them today. I move slowly on the bed, getting out of his embrace and sliding off without waking him.Looking out of the large window, I realize it's already light out and decide to go to the pool to enjoy the sun. I go to my suitcase, grab my navy blue bikini and a white cover-up. I brush my teeth, apply sunscreen and foundation to the fresh marks, feeling relieved that they're here again. I apply a little make-up, put my hair up in a high ponytail and put on the sunglasses I left on the modern dresser.I leave the room quietly, walk down the stairs, cross the house and go outside. I take off my cover-up and throw it on the sun lounger, along with my sunglasses, and dive into the pool. Th
“This song is for my ex-husband, who thought he could hurt me with his slaps. But what really hurt me was his lack of words. Because a man who lies should go straight to jail!”, Lolla Grace announces into the microphone, her voice firm but full of anger, “And do you know what you need to deal with a situation like this? A good lawyer, like mine. Efficient and... hot. If I'm here today, it's thanks to him. I love you, Maurice!”The box is located above the main concert area. It has large glass windows overlooking the stage. The soft velvet armchairs are arranged in tiers, ensuring that everyone has a clear view, and there are low tables serving drinks and appetizers. An uncomfortable silence hangs over the venue with the words Lolla. Even Jolie, who is standing next to me, looks at her father in complete indignation. Maurice takes a step back, trying to hide, as if he could escape the hurricane that Lolla has just created.“Are you having an affair with Lolla Grace?”, Jolie asks, perp
DomLohan lunges at me, his eyes burning with pure fury. He grabs me around the waist and slams me brutally to the ground, his fist hitting my face with a ferocious blow. I taste blood in my mouth, but the pain only fuels my anger. I grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close and with a sudden movement, I manage to throw him to one side. I stand over him, my face red with hatred.“I'll kick your ass, you fuck! What have you done?”, I scream, and start throwing a series of punches at his face, feeling the impact of each blow against his flesh.Lohan groans, but in an impulse of fury, he manages to shake off one of my blows, grabs my arm and pulls me down, quickly turning around to get on top of me.“That bitch tried to kill me!”, he screams, his face contorted with rage. A punch finds my ribcage, the air escaping from my lungs.“It's a lie, you son of a bitch!”, I roar, in a scream of pain.Not soon enough. With one swift movement, I elbow him in the chest, forcing him to
Trigger warningThis book is not recommended for people under 18. It contains shocking and sensitive material, including:Physical violence, psychological violence, sexual violence, swearing, explicit content, family drama, gore, sadism, masochism, torture, widespread crime, dangerous driving, gambling, drug use, drinking and children in vulnerable positions.Red Cherry and her team at Beasts Sellers Corporations do not support the practice of these acts. This work is merely a work of fiction for entertainment purposes.-MonacoDominique Le BlancI stare at the clock and it's 2:39 in the morning. I walk through the corridor of the maternity hospital, waiting for my nephew’s delivery. I don't know his name, because my sister wants to know what he's like before naming him. I'm tense about the delay, it's been 9 hours of labor, and nothing. It means that it is within Eve's core where he wants to remain. Fuck it, let that shit stay there. You already have one! What the hell. Why didn't s...
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