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Just before we begin, it is important to let you all know that this book is a collection of 10 amazing romance stories all by BLAZE NUKKO. The end of each story only leads to the beginning of another love journey.
Here is the sequence for the collection:
1. Marrying My Best Friend's Fiancee
2. Pure Lust
3. Mr Handsome's Addiction
4. All For The Baby
5. A Virgin for His Desires
6. Claimed By The Greek Lord
7. The CEO's Sex Mate
8. Lustful Desires
9. Revengeful Marriage
10. A Virgin Widow.
Also note that I will always leave a note at the beginning and the end of each story to help you stay on track.
So if you are ready for a mind-blowing romantic journey, then let's begin!!!!!
Marrying My Best Friend's Fiancee
The whole pre-wedding party thing was revving up like a gigantic engine, and Charley had never felt less like partying in her entire life.
Now a night at La Scala, dear God, she thought heavily. For here she stood surrounded by luxury in this posh Milan hotel suite, about to put on a posh designer dress that must have cost more money than she dared let herself think about, so she could look the part for a posh gala evening spent at La Scala, while back home in England the family business was about to go under, taking everything they owned along with it.
She had not wanted to come to her best friend’s wedding, but her father had insisted. Her brother Charles had gone a whole step further and become really angry. "Don’t be stupid," he snapped at her. "Do you want Dad to feel worse than he already does about this mess?" "Go to Adelina’s wedding as planned," he’d instructed, "and while you’re there, wish her all the damn best from me with her super-rich catch."
It had been said with such bite that it made Charley wince to recall him saying it. Charles was never going to forgive her best friend for falling in love with another man.
Then Adelina and her parents had put even more pressure on her to come to Milan, and in the end, it had been easier to give in and do what everyone wanted her to do when all she’d wanted to do was be by her father’s side supporting him.
But instead she had to shimmy into this dress, Charley told herself, puffing back an unruly curl when it flopped across one eye as she settled the straps onto her shoulders, then turning to the mirror to check out the finished effect.
What she saw reflected back at her sent instant horror pouring into her expressive face. The dress was way too clingy in all the wrong places, and the silver-grey color looked awful against her pale skin! And it was not for the first time in her twenty-two years that she wished with all her heart that she were a delicate and sweet-boned brunette like Adelina.
But she wasn’t. She was a long, curvy redhead with an unruly long mop of glossy chestnut curls that just refused to stay confined, no matter how much torture she put herself through in an effort to pin them up. Add skin so startlingly white it looked dreadful against the silver-threaded grey silk, and it was like looking at a ghost!
When Adelina had bought the dress a couple of months ago to wear to her betrothal party, she’d looked fabulous in it—pure sensation on legs. Yesterday, she’d tossed it at Charley in disgust. "I don’t know why I bought it." I hate the color. "The length is not right, and my boobs don’t fill it."
Well, there was no chance of that problem here, Charley thought, her small white teeth biting down into her full bottom lip as she hitched the tightly fitted basque top further up the pale plump slopes of the breasts and grimly thanked the boning in the bodice for helping it to stay put.
The rest, she saw on second inspection, didn’t cling quite as badly as she’d first thought it did, and—face it, Charley—she then firmly told herself, Beggars cannot be choosers, girl, so you should—
The sudden knock at her suite door diverted her attention. "Are you ready, Charlotte?" Adelina’s mother called out. "We must not be late for La Scala."
"Certainly not," Charley thought dryly. "Just one more minute!" she called back.
La Scala waited for no man, not even the higher echelons of Italian society she was about to mingle with; she mocked as she slid her feet into a pair of high, slender silver mules, then turned to apply a coating of clear gloss to her lips. She refused point-blank to use the seductive red color that Adelina had supplied along with the dress.
Standing back to give her reflection the final once-over, she suddenly found the humor in standing here in her ill-fitting borrowed feathers and laughed for the first time in weeks. All she needed now was for her best friend to toss her that fabulous diamond ring her betrothed had presented her with, and she’d be sorted. All family debts were paid via the first pawn brokerage she could find.
But Adelina wasn’t quite that giving—not that Charley resented her for that. Adelina Alonzo had been her closest friend since the day they had both found themselves stuck in the same strict English boarding school, feeling like a pair of aliens dropped in there from outer space. Adelina had come to the school directly from a carefree lifestyle in Sydney with her Italian-born parents. They’d gone from ordinary to mega-rich overnight when an uncle in England died suddenly, making Adelina’s father the main beneficiary of the London-based Alonzo Inc.
Whereas Charley, well, she had been sent to the same school after her mother had caused a terrible scandal by having an affair with their local, very married MP. She had been so mercilessly teased and bullied at her old school about the affair that her father had decided to remove her from the situation by placing her in a school hundreds of miles away from the fuss.
Did it stop the teasing? No, it didn’t. Did she tell her father that? No, she did not, because he’d already been too cast down by the scandal and the fact that their mother had walked out and left them, taking with her what funds she could grab. So Adelina had become her close friend and confidante. They looked out for each other. Adelina was the black-haired, black-eyed spitfire with a solid grounding in good Australian spunk, and Charley was the much quieter one, with her natural spirit squashed by the bullies and a mother who’d never bothered to get in touch again after she’d walked out.
From the age of twelve to their present age of twenty-two, she and Adelina rarely did anything without the other one knowing about it. Now her friend was about to marry into one of Italy’s finest families, and, despite not wanting to be here, Charley was ready to shelve her own worries and do whatever it was going to take to help make Adelina’s wedding day next week absolutely perfect. It was Adelina’s family who’d paid to bring her over here. They had provided her with everything from room and board to clothes to suit every glittering occasion, even if they were Adelina’s cast-offs.
And she was grateful to them—she was, because she could not have afforded to come otherwise, no matter what her father had said. So here she was, one week into a two-week sabbatical from family troubles, joining in the partying run-up to Adelina’s glossy marriage to her super-rich, super-sophisticated beau.
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Damiano Leone Fabrino De Santis, the 34-year-old supreme head of the great and vast De Santis banking empire also called Dami by his very close friends. A tense little quiver made a sudden strike down Charley’s front, and in pure self-defense, she snatched up a silvery silk crocheted snug from the bed and hurriedly tied it across her front while wishing to goodness that she didn’t experience that same crazy tense quiver every time she let herself think about him. He was strange—a truly intimidating mix of smoothly polished, cool sophistication and lean, dark, sexy good looks. Adelina purred around him like a sleek kitten, which seemed to amuse him, but then Adelina was Italian, and as a race of people they were like that, open and warm and more touchy-feely than the British—her, Charley thought, making the rueful distinction. She’d never purred around any man and couldn’t imagine ever wanting to—which made the way she quivered around Dami De Santis all the more disturbing to her pe
Charley made herself walk forward, stingingly aware of how his hand remained exactly where it was this time—as if he were taunting her for her silly reaction to him. The first person her eyes focused on was Adelina’s mother, looking stunning in sparkling diamonds and unrelieved black. "Oh, there you are, Charley," she said, hurrying towards them with an anxious expression threatening to ruin her perfectly made-up face. "Damiano," she greeted, her dark eyes skimming warily over her future son-in-law’s face before she returned them to Charley. "I need a quick word with you, Cara," she begged. ‘Of course.’ Charley smiled, automatically softening her tone for this tiny, elegant woman whose nervous disposition made her worry about everything—and everything usually encompassed her beautiful daughter. "What’s Adelina done now?" she asked. It was only when the man standing behind her said coolly, "Nothing, I hope," that she realized she’d spoken out of turn in front of him. Carina Alonzo
Then Dami was striding forward to take hold of Adelina’s slender fingers and lift them to his lips. Whatever he said to his betrothed brought a sheen to Adelina’s eyes and a vulnerable tremor to her oh, so beautiful mouth. He loves her; Charley realized that in that moment. An odd little sensation clutched at her chest. Frowning slightly, she turned away from the two lovers and was relieved to feel the sensation fade. They were ferried to the opera in a fleet of sleek limousines. Estelio Alonzo was obviously meant to partner her tonight, and he made her laugh, which made her relax more and more as the evening wore on. La Scala was fabulous, an experience Charley really enjoyed—mainly because she’d successfully managed to avoid being placed anywhere near her best friend’s disturbing fiancé. Afterwards, they moved on to have dinner in a beautiful sixteenth-century palazzo on the outskirts of Milan. It was all very stylish, very much a glimpse of how the richer half lived. There was d
"Oh, my God," Charley gasped in skin-quivering consternation. They weren’t even dancing any longer! And he was looking down at her with one of those dreadful mocking smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth! Dropping her eyes to his throat, Charley wished with all her pounding heart that the ground would just open up and swallow her whole. "I’m so sorry!" She whispered, stepping back from him so violently that she almost went over on the spindly heels of her shoes. "In truth, I was rather flattered by the compliment." His hand snaked out to steady her. Fortunately, I sensed it coming, which is why we are now standing outside on the terrace away from curious eyes... Outside—? Glancing dizzily around her, sure enough, Charley discovered that they were indeed standing on a shadowy terrace she had not even known was here! The realization hit as to how engrossed she must have been in him that he’d been able to maneuver her through a pair of open French windows out into the cooler ev
Estelio’s company in the car made the journey a whole lot easier for Charley because she could pretend to doze while he and Adelina talked. It vaguely occurred to her that the conversation was hushed and heated, but she assumed Adelina was keeping her promise to give him a hard time for the trick with the wine, so she didn’t listen.And anyway, she did have a headache, one of those dull, throbbing aches that came when you didn’t like yourself and knew the feeling was not going to change any time soon. When the two cousins decided to have a last drink in the bar before they went to their rooms, Charley made her escape and spent the night with her head stuffed beneath her pillow, trying not to remember what she had done.But she should have listened to what the other two had been saying, as she discovered early the next morning when hell arrived with the sound of urgent knocking on her door. If she’d listened, she might have been able to stop Adelina from making the biggest mistake of h
Tension instantly grabbed hold of her throat and sent her heart sinking to her toes. Charley realized that he already knew about Adelina sent her heart sinking to her toes. It was stamped right there on his grimly cold face."You have a letter for me, I believe," Dami De Santis prompted. There was no greeting, no attempt whatsoever to make this easier for her.But then why should he—? "How did you know?" Charley dared to ask him.His eyes made a brief flick down her front, then away again. "She was to be my wife." The position made her vulnerable to a certain kind of low-life out on the street, so of course I had a security team watching her.But they didn’t stop her from running away with Charles? Charley would have loved to have asked the question, but the way he was standing there in a steel-dark, razor-sharp business suit and with his face carved into such cold, hard angles, the question remained just a thick lump in her throat as she made herself walk forward, feeling as if she w
"I..I suppose you’re wondering where your engagement ring is," she blurted out, needing to say something to fill in the unbearably tense empty space, and the ring had come up in discussion when Adelina’s mother had said the same thing."No," he denied without any inflection whatsoever. I would imagine that running off with a poor man has already sealed the ring’s fate.Charley winced, her cheeks heating at this cool reminder of the other issue in all of this she was having to deal with—the fact that the man Adelina had run off with also happened to be her very own brother."Charles isn’t poor." She felt compelled to defend Charles’s middle-class earnings. It was, after all, the only thing about him she felt she could defend right now."In your estimation or mine?"Oh, that was so very arrogant of him. Charley felt anger begin to rise, even though she knew she didn’t have the right to let it. "Look," with a tense twist, she turned to the door, "I think I had better leave you to—""Runn
"Let me test that," he offered. "You have known all along what they were planning."It was not a question. "No," Charley insisted. "I told you I did not know."But even as she said it, her insides were creasing guiltily because perhaps she had seen it coming, only if it had been so much simpler to just block it out."I did not have you down as a liar, Charlotte," he said coolly."I’m not lying!" Frowning, annoyed with herself as well as with him and this horrible position she’d been put in, "I did not see it coming," she insisted a second time, "but I admit I feel some responsibility because I think I should have done.""Because you knew they were lovers?"Did he have to put it as calmly as that? Shifting her tense stance, "Yes," she answered, deciding to be blunt with him since he didn’t seem to possess a single sensitive nerve in his body. "For a while, several years ago."‘Childhood sweethearts.’ His hard mouth flicked out the semblance of a smile.A bit more than that, she thought