All Chapters of Business and Pleasure (Hamartia Trilogy Book 1): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Contract: This contract is entered by and between: Caterina Mari Santelli of Upper East Side, New York, United States of America Represented by Atty. Donald Gonzalez And Lucas De Marchi of Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America Represented by Atty. Stefano Elcorudo The term of the agreement shall begin October 15, 2015 until the day they both unanimously sign out. In this relationship, they agree to: GENERAL Section A.1

The moment I finished reading the entire contract, I looked for Lucas De Marchi on the internet. I cannot fucking believe that this man had already signed the contract before I did. It makes me think that he's eager for something other than actually saving me and my father from humiliation.   The page loaded with a lot of news about Lucas appears. Headlines like, Lucas De Marchi found Hand-in-Hand with former Playboy Model; De Marchi's New girl or New Toy?; Mystery Woman with Mr. De Marchi not so mysterious anymore and; De Marchi caught in a Bar Fight.   I don't actually know if Lucas will save me from being an outcast or he'll embarrass the fuck out of me as his new play toy.

I didn't even know what I'd say when I jolted out of bed, and there's fire in my arm. I've overused the word fuck since I got shot, until I was plunging my hands inside the wound. Even in my dreams. I immediately regret sitting up too fast when my shoulder throbbed. I couldn't even think straight. But the dream came flashing back like a wrecking ball swinging back. I don't usually remember the dreams when I wake, but this time was different. Everything was clear and I remember them vividly. Like it was a memory and not a dream. Like a premonition. Lucas fucking De Marchi was haunting me even in my dreams. I shudder at the memory of his voice. It isn't possible for a person to know one's v

I am currently sitting on top of the stage confidently and as elegantly as I can despite my uneasy feeling. I was never a great public speaker. Half of the time, I was talking shit, the other half, I was just boasting what I have. Not really a role model material if you ask me. From my point of view, I can see five familiar faces. Two of which are positioned on the entrance door, one on the exit in the right, another in the group of paparazzi, and one on the top balcony as the acting hawk. There are about 200 students in the area; all graduating this June. And it's stupid for their staff to let me have a talk in the second month of the school year. But I take pleasure from it anyway. I like it when I'm the center of attention. "So let's welcome our guest speaker today, one of Time Magazine’s World's Most Influential Women of the Year, the graceful and beautiful Miss Caterina Santelli," one of the staff in

I refuse to leave my room simply because I want to defy my father. That was the only thought that ran through my head as I stood outside the balcony staring at the front yard below, drinking a glass full of Cheval Blanc 1947. I'm not a drinker really, but when you have a bottle of one of the most expensive wines in the world just hanging in your wine cellar and a screwed-up future way ahead of you, you just can't resist.The knock came again. It was the third time since my father left 15 minutes ago."Mi dispiace, signora," I'm sorry, ma'am, the small, muffled voice of the maid called from outside. "Tuo padre ti vuole giù,” Your father wants you downstairs