Gael D'angelo is a mega entrepreneur from a network of accounting and law firms. A lion of numbers and a predator when he wants something. But the ambitious young billionaire wants something more than a bank account full of money. He longs to have in his hands everything that once belonged to his father, Roland D'angelo, and to achieve this, he is willing to do anything, including signing a marriage contract. Ivy Dixon is a young accounting graduate. A girl who was born with a silver spoon. However, overnight she lost everything she had. His father and her older brother, and all he had left was his sick mother and many debts to pay. Until an opportunity knocks on her door and she can't resist saying yes. * A marriage contract. * An untamed young woman. * A determined man and a signature that will change everything in these two's lives!
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- Isadora Dixon.- Right, Isadora! We have a vacancy available for a pantry. It's a long way from what your resume offers us, but.... - I take a deep breath. The truth is that I've been around so much and I've spread my resume all over this city and nothing. And the worst part is that I can't wait any longer. I need a job and I need it yesterday!- All right, I'll take this one!- Are you sure?- Unfortunately I don't have much choice. I need a job and a salary urgently. - I force a smile at the girl on the other side of the counter at the employment agency.- That's fine! I'll write down the address for you and call D'Angelo to let them know you'll be taking this position.- Thanks, Dany! - I wait for the girl to make the notes and as soon as I leave the building, I go straight to D'Angelo Corporation.A job in one of the largest administration and accounting companies in the country would be a unique opportunity for my career. Serving coffee, cleaning counters and tables was not what I had in mind, however, for today it serves me well. My life has not been very easy since Andrew Dixon, my father passed away in a car accident. It's like he was the axis that held everything in place. Since then John Dixon, my older brother has left home in search of his adventures and my mother Sara Dixon hasn't had much of a will to live lately. Then came the debts that almost left us without a roof over our heads and without food, or both. Anyway, serving coffee is what will keep us going as best we can for a while. With a deep breath, I raise my head and look up at the sumptuous skyscraper, forcing myself to enter it. Inevitably I observe the luxury throughout the hall and walk up to the huge counter of a sleek black marble and introduce myself to the young woman behind it.- Good morning, my name is Isadora Dixon. The employment agency sent me for the position in the scullery. - I hand her the paper and she reads it silently, giving me a professional smile.- 'I'll let you know you're here, Miss Dixon. - I just nod a yes to the girl as she picks up the phone and speaks to someone. - 'Okay, head to the employee elevator and press the third floor button. Someone will be waiting for you.- Thank you! - I couldn't imagine going into a place like this through the service area, after all, I studied so hard and dedicated myself for years on end that I expected to at least walk in the front door and occupy a room of my own. Dreams, you can't believe them! The elevator's TIM alerts me that I have arrived on my floor and as soon as the doors open a man in his thirties wearing a cheap suit flashes me a gaudy smile.- You must be Miss Dixon. I'm Peter Thompson and I'm in charge of this sector.- It's a pleasure, Mr. Thompson! - I extend a hand with a cordial smile to the man who will probably be my boss from now on, as I step out of the elevator.- Please, just call me Peter. Now, come this way. - He asks, leading me down a long, wide corridor, and we go to the last door. In the scullery there are some girls wearing dark blue uniforms with white aprons and caps, with the logo of a company I don't know. Probably D'Angelo outsources this kind of service. - Put that on, I need you to be ready for us to start. - Taken aback, I just arch my eyebrows as I stare at the tall man holding out the uniform.- Ah... like, now?! - I stutter as I had no idea I would be starting my first day today, let alone now. I mean, I didn't say anything to anyone and mom stayed home alone. Damn!- Is there a problem, Miss?- Oh, no, it's fine! Where can I change?- There's an employee restroom back down the hall, the third door.I grab my uniform and leave the scullery to change, and when I return to the kitchen, Peter introduces me to the dozens of staff standing in a row before him. Before long, I discover that my first task of the day is to organize a breakfast in one of the meeting rooms on the 26th floor. Everything seems to be very quick and pragmatic here, and in the blink of an eye I have a silver trolley in front of me containing some trays with toast, cookies, croissants, a bottle of coffee and another with water, a teapot with tea, some cups and glasses, and a jug of juice. The meeting room is completely empty and it makes me feel more comfortable to leave everything organized in a corner of the wall next to a huge window that has the most beautiful view of New York City. As soon as I'm done, I leave, leaving the double doors closed, and immediately go back to my sector to follow the next orders.- How do you like your first day? - Anne, one of the employees asks sitting next to me at lunchtime. She opens a plastic container and the smell of home-cooked food spreads through the air in the same instant. I shrug at her question.- "Not bad," I laugh, opening the wrapper of a cereal bar I had in my bag.- "It's not so bad here. We have a salary, health insurance, a food card and we get some extras in case we need to go overtime.- Overtime? - She nods her head yes and takes a bite of food into her mouth.- 'Sometimes I make almost two thousand a month in overtime alone.- Wow! - I say with disdain. I'm not sneering, but two thousand a month doesn't even begin to pay off the debts my father left behind. Not to mention rent and everyday bills. I mentally snort. And then there's my mother, who can't be left alone. I'll have to think about where to leave her during the day while I'm at work.- 'Did you only bring this for lunch? - Anne asks, waking me up.- 'Actually, I didn't know you were starting today.- Got it. If you want I can share mine with you.- No need, Anne, thank you! Actually, I'm not very hungry at the moment.In the second shift it was hard to keep my concentration. I was worried about Dona Sara, the fact that I was alone at home and I couldn't even call Mila our neighbor to ask her to watch her until I got back. However, I was able to distance myself from the problems that have taken my sleep every night since everything turned upside down. The creditors knocking on my door wanting to collect the money my father owes them, or the latest letter from the bank giving me an ultimatum to pay off the mortgage on the house. As I couldn't pay anything we were evicted and they confiscated everything of value I had. Except my savings, which is almost gone.- Wow, you look wonderful! - I hiss in awe at Emma who has emerged into my field of vision wearing a black dress that clings to her body in a sensual way and makeup that highlights her dark eyes. She runs her hands under her thick, curly hair and shakes it out.- She's heading to Tecno's Kiss nightclub. Emma is a dancer at night. - Anne explains, as the brunette slaps on some purple-red lipstick.- Ah!" is all I can say.- "Yeah, you can't live on a scullery maid's salary. - Emma grumbles and slings a shiny shoulder bag over her shoulder. I just think she's right, though, I had no idea. Throughout my teens and early twenties I always had everything in my hands and my family was happy, so I was content with that. How did everything change so radically overnight? That's a question I ask myself every day.- I'm coming! - I say after changing clothes and the girls wave a finger wave to me.Miran D'Angelo"I'm going to get a drink for the girls. Do you want one?" David, Marie's boyfriend, asks, and without looking at him, I shake my head and head for the iron staircase. As if drawn to her, I go straight to the dance floor, right in the middle of the crowd of sweaty bodies, and stop right behind her. Boldly, my hands take possession of her waist. She glances sideways, her smile widens, and I have my green light. So, I lean against her delicious body and move following her rhythm. The whole thing is a sensual drug that intoxicates me, envelops me, and leaves me completely intoxicated. My whole body is buzzing, and damn, I'm dying to taste her flavor. But hold on, Miran, you need to take it slow. First, feed your desire, awaken your dormant fire, make her want more, and then you'll be in the bag. It doesn't take long for our bodies to be tightly pressed and sweaty. Our breaths are heavy and panting, and to top it off, we're already on the third drink.It's time to put her t
Miran D’AngeloEleven years later..."Why do you always have your nose buried in those books?" I grumble as soon as I enter the living room of my parents' house and find Donna, my youngest sister, lying on one of the sofas reading a romance novel.Girls! Why do they believe in such nonsense? They're always sighing around and daydreaming. I understand that love exists. I have several classic examples swirling around me. Paul, Max, Uncle Jasper, and even my father. Each of them has a story to tell. But let's be honest? You can't live on dreams. I'm not a heartless man or anything like that. I'm more of a pragmatist. I'm the vice president of D’Angelo Corporation and soon I'll be the president, but I didn't get here with dreams and sighs. I studied, worked hard, and did my best to be seen by my father and recognized for my merits. I'm determined, and I have my feet firmly on the ground."I love witnessing love growing in their hearts. You should try it," she says, closing the book and ju
EvyMinutes later...Remember the part where my world was falling on top of my head? It just collapsed completely because at this exact moment, there are several men scattered throughout the mansion with their pens and clipboards, calculating the value of everything. Exactly everything. Not even my jewelry escaped this. Nervously, I grabbed my phone and called my brother. Where did this idiot go? I wondered mentally when yet another call went straight to voicemail."Damn it!" I cursed with a loud exhale and pocketed the phone back."Miss Dixon?" I subtly nod to the tall, portly man as he approaches. "My name is Phil Carter, I'm the manager of the Seattle bank, and I would like to talk to your mother about some outstanding matters...""You'll have to talk to me, Mr. Carter. Please, come with me to the study," I say and take a few stiff steps, leading him inside and pointing to a chair for the gray-haired gentleman. "Care for a drink?""Oh no, thank you, it's still too early," he nods.
EvyAt dinner, I was super happy and excited about my surprise, but the atmosphere seemed a bit off. John had a smile on his face, but he couldn't take his eyes off his plate. Why was this strange? Well, normally, he's chatty and funny too. Dad, on the other hand, was serious and barely touched his food, and my mom seemed a bit pale. If this surprise could tragically change the mood of our dinner, I confess I'm afraid to find out what it is."I need to go out," Dad announced suddenly, and Mom dropped her utensils on the plate. He went to the living room, and she followed him immediately."What was that? What's happening?" I asked my brother. However, he let out a theatrical sigh and looked at me with a certain disdain."It was nothing, little sis. Dixon family dramas that you know well. I don't know how you're not used to it yet." I forced myself to swallow the food in my mouth, left the utensils, and went after them. Dixon family drama? What kind of talk is this? Since when do we hav
Evy"Ah, Ivy?" He immediately puts down the pen on the papers and stands up."Did you want to talk to me, Professor?" He nods, indicating a chair, and I politely take a seat."First of all, I want you to know that I just graded your test.""And?" I arch my presumptuous eyebrows because I know exactly what the result is."You are truly amazing, girl!" I break into a broad and smug smile."Thank you, Professor!""Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about.""So, what is it about?""I've had my eye on you for some time, Ivy. And since we're nearing the end of the course, I'd like to invite you to go out." Okay, I swallowed hard now. Okay, he's really handsome and attractive too. There's just a little problem in this equation. After focusing on this course, my second focus will be getting into one of Seattle's largest accounting firms "the D’Angelo Corporation" and for that, I'll have to take another deep dive into the world of numbers, but this dive needs to be much deeper. I'll need
From this chapter onwards you will have a spin-off of Ivy Dixon. How it all began?*** EvyMoments before the Dixon family went bankrupt..."My name is Ivy Dixon, but you already know that. As you've probably noticed, I'm a pretty outgoing and lively girl. However, I'm also determined and opinionated. So, I can take things easy, but don't step on my toes. Besides this mixed personality of mine, I have an exaggerated passion for numbers, and that's been the case for as long as I can remember. That's precisely why I'm studying accounting.Well, I was born into a family with Italian veins, and I believe that's where my determination comes from. I have few friends at the moment, and don't think it's because of shyness, because if there's one thing I'm not, it's shy. The fact is, since I started college, my high school and childhood friends have all gone their separate ways, and I've had to start from scratch since then. Of course, I'm almost done with my degree, and I haven't exactly foc
Gael "Time for congratulations, guys," my daylight announces, opening just a crack in the door. The men down the remnants of their drinks and leave their empty glasses on the coffee table, exiting the office one by one. However, I remain standing in my place, devouring my wife with my gaze. She stands by the doorframe, and after coveting me for a while, decides to enter the room and walks slowly towards me. I undo the first two buttons of my shirt for some air, but it seems to be trapped in my lungs. Definitely, nothing has changed between us over these years. Ivy still dominates me, circles around me, blatantly steals my control and my capacity too. However, I don't complain. On the contrary. I love it when she takes over my universe and commands my entire orbit. I think completely amazed when she stops right in front of me. "You look beautiful," I whisper, leaving my untouched glass on my desk and pull her closer to me. My wife wraps her arms around my neck, and I tilt my head clos
GaelSeven years later...Every passing day convinces me that I was a fool. Remembering that I was once an arrogant man, equally tough on myself, everything, and everyone around me, makes me realize that I wasted a lot of time licking my wounds and covering my eyes to see only what I allowed myself to see. For this reason, my universe changed course in a radical and painful way. I had to face fear head-on. I had to endure the cold that nearly froze my bones and the storms that almost destroyed me to get here. I reflect as I watch the preparations for my youngest daughter's fifth birthday party."Grandma? Grandma?" Donna shouts with her infectious childlike enthusiasm, and the twins run in the same direction as her, snapping me out of my reverie.That's exactly what you're understanding. We had another daughter over the years, and what a surprise it was when my beautiful wife named her after my mother. Donna D'Angelo, our little princess. The funniest thing about all this is that Lis,
Jasper Mason"That's it, Gael! From all of this, man!" Paul grumbles in agreement, filling his glass and raising it in a toast. Max does the same, with trembling hands, and the others repeat the gesture. We approach to join our glasses in a clumsy toast, spilling some of the drink, and we turn the liquid into our mouths at once."There you go, groom, you start the game." Paul unexpectedly throws the ball in my direction, and it hits my head forcefully. The guys laugh, and I point a finger at him."I'm going to beat you big time, idiot!" I threaten with humor, and the commotion returns. When I was just a boy, I dreamed of moments like this with my older brother. Games, laughter, sarcastic remarks, moments of camaraderie. However, I never imagined a bachelor party or that he would be my best man at the wedding. The ball rolls on the improvised field, and I run wildly, dribbling the men in my way. However, after hitting the goalpost made of stones, I gaze at the sky, opening a wide and h
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