The 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 on very well with Dom, even better than I had imagined. There's still a bit of resistance with Bia, but to my surprise, the cat conquered her space faster than I did on Dominique's bed. Looking back now, everything that happened doesn't seem real. It's as if I'd lived a whole year in just three months. This stability is scary. I'm so happy that the fear of something going wrong still haunts me.
The nightmares are still persistent, but it's a great relief to wake up and realize that I'm at home, safe, with Dom by my side. I've decided to open a consultancy studio. Fashion is my chosen field and, frankly, it suits me very well.
Blanca still has complications with her liver and is fighting a war with the "secret daddy" who insists on not revealing it to me. Geez! It's absurd! Vlad tried to get around the situation, but it can't be a good thing. Maybe he's a madman? It's always good to know.
Dominique's friends are recovering from what happened to Lohan, a tragedy that left deep scars on all of us. Maurice is still as insufferable as ever, but he doesn't resent me... Simon has set a wedding date. Louis is quiet and single, with no intention of changing. Pierre is committed to finding a girlfriend with all the possible prerequisites. And then, this morning, I received the jaw-dropping news: Eva has moved in with Thierry!
Of course, this was against her will, as Jean discovered that Charles was not his son. Jean's betrayal was also exposed by Eva, all in one night. When Eva went to Tourette to fight Dominique, we already knew that it was he who had revealed everything to Jean. Dom said that it was high time Thierry took over this "bombshell" and he confirmed to anyone who would listen that he was the one who had told her everything, without letting the photos go. Chaos is rife downstairs. The Le Blanc family is at war, the phones keep ringing, and Dom and I are up here, calm, about to parachute down.
The helicopter flies over a landscape that seems straight out of a dream. Down below, the Mediterranean Sea spreads out like a turquoise carpet, reflecting the golden rays of the sunset in warm tones. The sky is a spectacle itself. It's so pleasant to feel free in this immensity. Inside the helicopter, the sound of the engine vibrates in the air, competing with the wind that invades the interior, ruffling my hair.
Dom adjusts his equipment, giving me a gray look full of provocation and intensity, the kind that drives me crazy and makes my heart race. He steps forward, leaning towards me as I put my hair up in a ponytail. With steady hands, he adjusts the straps of my outfit, making sure everything is in place.
I feel the warmth of his body and inhale his perfume, my heart racing. I stand on tiptoe, wrapping my arm around his neck. He grabs my face and his mouth meets mine. It's as if the world collapses around us. His lips advance on mine, starting slowly, teasing. He nibbles my upper lip, drawing a gasp from me. My heart explodes in a frantic beat, and not just from the adrenaline of the jump. It's because I'm in the best place in the world with the best person.
I hear the sound of the propeller turning outside, and the strong wind blows against my face. Then, with a sudden impulse, I take off my equipment. I throw it aside, the straps falling to the floor of the helicopter. Dom looks at me in surprise, raising an eyebrow, his gaze intensifying, trying to understand what I'm doing. I keep my eyes fixed on his.
“Will you catch me?”
He smiles with desire.
“Always”, that's what he says, full of certainty.
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
DomWe arrive at the mansion, and I park in the underground garage, next to the Ferrari. I leave, slamming the door and heading for the elevator. I look back when I realize that Kiki isn’t following my steps. She’s standing in front of my car collection, from Cadillacs to Bugattis. When she notices that I’m standing there waiting for her, she quickens her steps, approaching me, quietly, without so much as a word. I don't say anything either, we just get in the elevator, and I press the button for the first floor. We soon arrive at the large living room. The look of disbelief is clear on her face. Yes, the house is huge, it's not the first time she's been surprised, and I imagine it won't be the last. I'm a guy who likes space and comfort. What am I going to do with so much money? Invest in myself, of course. So much so that I have six houses that are more modest than this one. But this is where I live, the place that no one has access to, except for the closest people, who are limited
A few days without remembering anything at all. I don't know if it's too early to give up, I can only say that frustration is the worst. And my mood is seriously ruined. Calling me a door would be a compliment, because I'm more like a rug thrown on the floor. With no energy for anything, there are times when I even think I've turned into a ghost, I stay in the corners of the house, wrapped in the blanket, going from one side to the other, bored, waiting for my mind get back normal. I could be walking the streets, but when I stepped outside the house, the security guards stopped me, just with a brief shake of their heads. I changed from "persecuted" to "locked in the mansion" without knowing it. I sit on the living room rug and open a can of corn with the bottle opener and eat dinner alone. My situation already causes me agony. I need to do something, I just don't know what. Dominique hasn't even spoken to me, the incident with the car made him very angry. The day after this episode, h
The Porsche stops near the helipad, where I see my helicopter. The dark metal structure shines against the sun, the windows are translucent and its interior is spacious with cream leather seats. Berta talks to the pilot while chewing gum and wearing sunglasses. Still inside the car, I look at Kiki, who is in disbelief.“What are we doing here? And then I'm the unemployed one”, she says, with her hands still tied.“Be quiet and get out of the car.”I open the door on my side, grab her by the arm and drag her across the seat, pulling Kiki out of the car.“What do you mean, be quiet? Listen, what do you think I am? Those little sugar babies from that casino?”I deny it, immediately.“Never, married women don't come here.”“What if I'm married?”, Kiki asks.“ You look like a divorcee, because your husband certainly couldn't stand you.”“As for me, I can say that your hostile behavior is due to a lack of love and education from your parents. It wasn't abandonment, it was death, right? And
Kiki???And another night has passed like the previous ones. I haven't slept well and I don't even know if I ever have. My body’s aching from yesterday. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, the pain in my hand is unbearable and my head feels like it's about to explode. I get out of the shower feeling far from refreshed. I want to go back to bed, which I'll do right after grabbing a bag of ice to make a compress. My mind is chaos, full of thoughts that lead nowhere.Yesterday was a very surreal day. At one point we were falling from a helicopter without a parachute. I thought my time in the world was over, but when I felt Dom's hands holding me and we flew over that clear blue sea, I felt alive like never before. The wind hitting my face, the spectacular view down below... I discovered that I love adrenaline and I'm sure that it's always been a part of me. I even questioned my sanity. Because yesterday, I felt extremely comfortable with the fight. How can I be so good at fighting? And
The night before...DomI don't want to know what's going on in that fucking Lohan's head. What the fuck is that taking Kiki on a yacht? Damn, I was very clear when I said there wouldn't be a next time. I don't want him, or anyone for that matter, near her, for fuck's sake! What's so hard about understanding? When Vlad called yesterday telling me that Lohan gave me a dress and a necklace, I was already pissed. When I got the same call today, saying that there was going to be a little yacht ride, I had no other option but to return from Paris. I left Maurice with the investors in a spin. The trip was supposed to be a week long, he would have managed to resolve everything he needed to, and the only thing that worked was the detective. I hired the best. It's the first time in my life that I've put work aside to resolve something of this magnitude, and it's ridiculous. It's unbelievable that Lohan challenged me. I arrive at the skyscraper and make my way to Lohan’s apartment, on the upper
Blanca's beauty salon is located away from the pool. It was supposed to be a guest house, but she turned it into a "mini spa". It's huge. You can easily get twenty people's hair done and whatever else you want here. I walk through the door feeling the air conditioning on, it's freezing in here. The space is large and bright, with huge windows that let natural light in, bathing the room in a soft, welcoming glow. The walls are covered in elegant wallpaper with a discreet and sophisticated pattern in shades of silver, complemented by dark wood panels. Modern chandeliers in arches hang from the ceiling. Blanca is having her nails done, while the hairdresser touches up her roots. She's drinking a glass of champagne, which is nothing new. Her gaze meets mine and then she frowns with ink.“What has he done now?”, Blanca smokes the pod that lights up a neon pink light when she sucks.“He who?”, I ask, putting my hands in my pockets, checking the colors of my nail polish“Dominique, obviously
I asked for a few moments alone with Blanca to discuss the points that I consider urgent and essential for our long-term agreement. Will Dominique like it? Possibly not. But it's necessary. I return to the office ready to argue. Blanca passes in front of me, holding the list made with an eyeliner she found in her handbag. The three of them are laughing and I didn't even know Maurice could do that. As I close the door behind me, the laughter stops and they adopt a serious, rigid posture. I look at Dominique and walk over to the sofa, sitting down in front of him again. Blanca has taken on the role of lawyer, also becoming serious as she shoots a glare in Maurice's direction.“My client is totally dissatisfied with the rudeness and coarseness that your client has directed at her, without a shred of politeness. I have documented evidence of him dragging her out of a party like a soulless troglodyte, as if he had any right to my client.”Blanca shows the cell phone with yesterday's video
The 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