Imagine coming home to celebrate your 18th birthday with your family only to find out it was your wedding. This is exactly what happened to Amira Banks, a young, loving girl who was raised in an abusive household and had aspirations to further her education. When she discovered that her parents had sold her off to Andre Martini, a billionaire who should not be taken lightly, her life changed dramatically, turning her dreams into nightmares. Amira never wanted marriage or to be his wife at any cost; she will run away to pursue her dreams, but will her struggles lead her to where she wanted to be, or will they be drawn closer together as more secrets emerge?
View More"Why did you come back, Lily? Are you fed up with living in France after all these years?" Andrea inquired, his tone neutral, whether they had walked through the large hallways slowly, with many thoughts racing through their heads."Asking how I was would have sufficed, Andrea. I returned because my father had asked me to. He said he missed me, and you know I am now a fashion designer with a contract at YSL." Lily responded with a dazzling smile on her face, staring at him while she looked, which did not bother Andrea at all because he was used to it."You didn't have to tell me that much," he mumbled, checking his watch on his wrist, making Lily nervous. She noticed that Andrea, whom she had known since childhood, was no longer the same. She remembered how he used to want her to be around or with him, or how he would blush at the mention of her name, but now he doesn't even give her a glance.This worried Lily; she assumed he was just mad because she had left for France without sayin
The unexpected question made Amira tense. She turned to look at Andrea, who had no expression on his face but was deeply concerned about what Amira would say. As she blinked quickly while gazing at her finger, Old Mr. Martini observed her intently, taking note of every facial expression."Shouldn't you be asking me that question, grandfather? Why ask her?" Andrea asked, her gaze fixed on the elderly man."I have every right to ask questions of whomever I choose. Don't interrupt me," said old Mr Martini, returning his gaze to the girl. If a normal person had asked her how she met Andrea, she would have happily told them about how she was forced to marry him on her birthday night.But now, this old man's aura was terrifying; she perceived him to be on a strong association, making him appear ruthless."Yes, dear; how did you meet my grandson?" Old Mrs Martini asked softly, a warm smile on her face, which gave Amira a little warmth inside.Amira returned the smile, her cheeks turning b
He was married, as evidenced by the ring—not just any ring—on his ring finger. No, it could not be; either he wore the ring on the incorrect finger, or she thought her mind was playing tricks. However, they would know if he was married because most influential people must know in one way or another, regardless of how small they want their wedding to be.Despite her fear, Alice told him what she wanted with confidence. His initial expression was so startling that she began to second-guess what she had done.Without waiting for his answer, she dressed and walked out of the room with the men who had brought her in, who then escorted her to the car."Where are you all taking me?" Alice asked, maintaining a straight face while continuing to second-guess her choice.The driver responded, "To where you came from," as he peered at her through the unusual mirror."Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes and checking her phone as they approached the brothel. Then she realized she had made a mista
Andrea looked at her with amusement; he was still impatient, but his interest had been piqued. "I don't need to repeat myself." His voice was firm, and she got the impression that he wanted her out right away. "Don't get this wrong! Mr Luciano, you are aware that I am a professional and that I have a way with certain men. And with the way you f*cked me, it appears you might want me in the future. So I am not asking for money; I just want to be there when you need someone to warm your bed. Seeing the glee on his face, she paused before continuing, "I am not desperate, and that is all I want, nothing else." With that, Alicia left giving him one more flashing as she wore her outfit, and then left him speechless. He was curious on why she wanted to continue warming his bed, and he was already a married man. But he did that, just because he wanted to marry amira, not because he was ready to be committed to her. However, his mind occasionally seemed to deceive him. He questioned why,
Mature scene 18+Alicia approached him, removing her clothes, from her outfit to her underwear. She smiled at Andrea's expression of anticipation.She felt both nervous and excited. Andrea was so popular, even among the ladies, that she was overjoyed when she realized she had been chosen to satisfy him.Andrea stared at her, his gaze sweeping over her body. She was a very curvaceous lady; her waist was so tiny that one would think she hardly ate; her bo0bs were so full and round, inviting him to be fondled; and her as$ were so large that they jiggled behind her with each step.Andrea felt his dîck twist as he took in every detail about her body. He was unaware that he was married at the time, but he understood that Amira would not give a damn if she knew.His gaze was drawn to her neck tattoo, which bore her name.“Alicia.” He said something to himself. He hated the way his body reacted as she stood there, removing her bra.Her bo0bs spilled out, her spiked pink nipples pointing at hi
Andrea wandered the hall, his mind racing with ideas, but hearing screams from somewhere around the mansion prompted him to draw his gun, just in case there was an intruder inside. He thinned his brow as he walked down the east wing hallway, but he was surprised to see other men with guns looking at each other in confusion. "Sorry, master, we heard it too, but it was from a maid, she enraged madam Martini," one of the men said, avoiding Andrea's intimidating stare. Andrea rolled his eyes in annoyance, cursing under his breath as he regretted wasting his energy coming out here, before relocating his gun to his pocket and returning to the upper floor. As he approached, he noticed Rex walking down the hallway to his room with a straight face, and when he saw Andrea, he quickened his pace and gave him a respectful bow. "Boss, the car is ready, and we have assigned some men to accompany us as an escort and security.” "Hmm.." Andrea mumbled, pressing his hands against his forehead. Hi
Andrea's mood changed after hearing about the possibility of divorce from Amira. But why did he refuse to get a divorce and instead follow his parents' advice? That was something he was unaware of. Despite not having developed such close feelings for her, he was drawn to her because he saw Amira as more than just a possession.Then he heard his phone ring. "What is wrong?" He muttered as his gaze strayed throughout the hallway."I believe it’s the scarfaces, boss. One of the men was spying on us, and we caught him. He was not responding when we asked him to speak.” Rex spoke."The lack of bodyguards at Martini's estate is impressive. Make sure you beat the living daylights out of that jerk until he speaks, and if he doesn't, call me to take over." Andrea smirked in response, then hung up the phone with a frustrated sigh.However, since the scarfaces had made their initial attempt at the hotel, he was not shocked that they would follow him around. But he was not thinking about that; in
"How come I can't have a room of my own?" Amira groaned as she watched the maids enter the walk-in closet, carrying their belongings and arranging them neatly.Amira stood there, her gaze drawn from them to the window, which overlooked the city. She sighed, her thoughts drifting back to the moment they were welcomed.“That look.” She whispered, her hands on her chest, rubbing and stroking gently.“It wasn't welcoming at all.” She reflected, staring into space. One of the ladies noticed her position and approached her, tapping her."Be prepared." The maid said something that confused her due to her accent, and then they all left, some of them giving her a glare as they walked away.She took a deep breath and began taking off her clothes. But first, she paused to listen for any movements outside the door, heading in her direction, but she heard none.Exhaling a sigh of relief, she walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the water run down her entire body."Why is everyth
“Boss.” The chauffeur spoke firmly as they came to a halt in front of the large water fountain, which was in front of the mansion on the estate.Rex from the other car in front approached and opened the door for Andrea to enter. Before he brought out his foot, he took a deep breath, attempting to appear cool, but Rex, who had known him for years, knew he wasn't.Soon, some young ladies in uniform ran out of the mansion, eyes fixed on the ground, and walked straight to the vehicle.“Benvenuto signore! (welcome, Sir!)” They all greeted politely and maintained a straight face. However, they were surprised that Andrea did not arrive alone this time, as one of them noticed a female figure in the car.Andrea shook his head, remaining silent. He returned to the car and held out his hands for Amira to pick.Amira nodded nervously before accepting his hand, hers so small in his."Introducing your new mistress." Andrew spoke in an emotionless tone that made her feel intimidated.“Benvenuta, sig
As the cold breeze blew through the coffee shop, people crowded the chairs, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air.Laughter, mumbles, and some country music filled the store, bringing in a cozy atmosphere as we bid summer farewell and welcomed fall.Carefully holding the tray of steaming espressos, Amira moved it to the appropriate location on the table. Her gaze kept returning to the enormous wall clock, which was nearly at her closing time.Her petite oval face broke into a wide smile that showed off the dimple on her left cheek. Upon observing this, her friend Greta winked at her.“Happy birthday.” Amira smiled back in appreciation as Greta gently reminded her repeatedly.Her 18th birthday was today, and this was the start of her journey to freedom. Freedom to move away from her family and begin a new life, not to mention the fact that she was awarded a scholarship to study at Yale University, one of the top universities in the world.But she had not told her paren...
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