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She has a desirable future. He has a dark past.
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Maya Smith, an innocent 22-year-old part-timer counselor in McKnight Company and Bright Future Academy. What happens when she is asked by the CEO of McKnight Company to put all her focus on helping his son who is expected to be the best Co-CEO of the company? 

Armando McKnight, for reasons best known to himself, left the army and came back home. Every person close to him is happy that he is back home, but there is a catch: Armando is no longer the same person they used to know. As there has been no luck from different therapists and counselors, hope for Armando is placed in the hands of innocent counselor, Maya Smith. 

One look at Maya Smith, and Armando McKnight swears to wipe that smile off her face and chase her as he has done with other previous therapists and counselors at least that would make his father stop thinking of making him take complete control over the company.
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What happens when Armando McKnight yearns to see more of Maya’s smile every day?

What happens when Armando discovers that all along his only friend, one of the mafia bosses is behind his family's misery?

With dark secrets, distrusts, and nightmares. Can love between two completely different people blossom or will it die before it even begins?

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OTHER WORKS:

THE DROWNING ALPHA
THE FATE OF THE CURSED ALPHA FEMALE
BRENDA: MY SHINING LOVER
ALPHA MARINA'S DYING MATE AND THEIR HUMAN BETA

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In the Mind of CEO Armando's Temptress

The fact that I have no idea why I am sorry makes everything worse.

He would have been angry at me for a few hours. Hopefully, he would have come to my room and tell me what the hell I did wrong. I dig my own grave because now he is staring at me, waiting for me to explain why I am sorry.

I blow my nose and stare at Arthur, waiting for him to say sorry or even bless me. But no, he doesn't.

Okay. I messed up and I have no idea what I did. What I know is, if I don't know anytime soon, Arthur will throw me out of his room and slam the door in my face.

Arthur bobs his head while staring at me, I have no idea if he is listening to an imaginary song or something. I look around, searching when I am sure I won't get anything. He stops and tells me, "I am still waiting for…"

Not Five Anymore