Jasmine Miller was adopted at the age of 14.She lived a life full of struggles but nonetheless was happy with the little she got. She was full of spirit and anyone who got to see her for the first time would immediately be gotten attracted to her. She was not only a beauty but a beautiful prodigy. Her heart was pure, she made those around her happy but no one knew how broken she was inside. Never did she let her guard down, only her mother knew. Except him.
After she let him in, he destroyed her forever. Her heart too broken to ever get get fixed, or that's what she thought. 

Raphael Marc De Luca, the man to every woman's dreams. The most handsome, sexiest man known worldwide. He was not only breathtaking, but also the youngest multi-billionaire. Ruthless, cold and lastly, an infamous playboy who was void of any mundane feelings. He took what he wanted, when he wanted. No one held power over him, that was until he laid eyes on a certain raven haired, violet- eyed beauty. At that very moment, he knew he had to have her as his, no matter what it took. She was light to his unfortunate dark life. She was his salvation but he didn't know it yet. He would fall in to the depths of hell once he lost her but he didn't know that yet too.

A story of a beauty and the beast, not the kind that has a happy ending, no. Hearts will get broken, souls torn apart,lives lost.A never ending battle of love and painful misery. He needs her, but if he claims her, he will bring her down with him. He loves her that much to let her go. No matter what means he uses to drive her away... No matter how painful... No matter how cruel... He has to. All for his raven angel.

You Broke Me First

"Raph, I can't believe you man! Out of all the places in London, you pick a peasant town to build your greatest project." Craig says less ecstatic. 


"Bro, don't listen to him, I think it's great, either way its business expansion, with your new hotel, the town will finally be on the map. The town folks will worship you, literally." Alexander adds looking up from his laptop. "What do you think Brian?" 


His brown eyes look up to me from his phone, probably checking out some hot model pics . 


"Yeah! It's definitely a good gesture, more like charity but in a profitable way!" He chuckles and goes back to his phone. 


Shaking my head in response, I turn away and face the window, away from my business associates and my closest friends. Bromley wasn't my first choice either but for some unknown reason, dad really insisted on it. 


It was weird because dad has never pushed me towards anything. No one tells me nothing, not even my own parents. 


I did what he asked though, I don't know why, but it was really strange. 


I had this strong pull towards this small town and I went for it, bringing me to this current situation, seated with my friends on my way to Bromley. 


All of my friends own their own companies, be it inherited or built their own legacies from scratch, like me. I'm a man of few words, but when I speak, everyone listens, even my friends. That's how much power I hold. 


My company, De Luca Enterprises, was my pride, I started it at the age of 18. Working my ass off, all my efforts were rewarded hefty. 


At the age of 30, I was the second richest man in the whole world, people basically kissed the ground I walked on as if I was the fucking Pope. 


I got used to all the fame and wealth. The attention got too much that it got to a point I despised it. I started avoiding public events, they were all driving me crazy. 


My friends have been there for me in every turn, I appreciated them, even though I don't express my feelings, they understand me. 


Alexander Morgan, owned most clubs in the States and in U.K. He has the bad boy personality, a playboy too but was cool and friendly nonetheless. 


Brian Holt is literally a 10yr old stuck inside a 27yr old. Owning several fashion lines, he was a model too. He's the ladies man in the group, a real charmer ,very loud and annoying as hell but we all love him. 


Gabriel Phillips inherited his family's oil company, always solemn, like me, but friendly once you come to really know him. He was hard to please too. 


Our inside man, Craig Miles is the cold-hearted one in the group. The man never smiles, he gets our deals done, no matter what it takes. 


The only females in our small group were two cousins, Stephanie Brown and Emily Michealson. They also owned their own make-up brand. Really bubbly and friendly, we were all overprotective when it comes to them, it's not that they needed protecting either, they were bad bitches in disguise when crossed. 


Checking the time on my rolex watch, half an hour left till we land. We've been flying for over 6 hours now. 


Everyone fell asleep sometime during our flight leaving me and Craig. I rarely sleep and when I do, 4-5 hours top. 


Sleep is a waste of my time, I can earn billions in such amount of time. This project was important to me, I was going to build the grandest hotel ever to exist. 


My friends wanted to accompany me for the 5 days we were going to be staying here. To support me and also take a break from our busy lives. 


The plane's intercom brought me back to the present and woke everyone up. We were landing, finally! Once we alighted, our security team were already waiting for us. Getting settled in our respective cars, we were moving towards Bromley town. Looking at the town, was boring so far, nothing was interesting. Everything was old and bleak but despite its appearance, my heart couldn't stop racing and I had no idea why.


Welcome to Bromley.