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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

I have had the best two nights in a row, peaceful and dreamless. I need an award for this. The days passed in a blur too. Usual routine: Gym in the morning, work, sprinting out of there like a moron in the evening, then dinner with my family. Oh! Don't overlook my eyes not meeting my dad's.

The sun is beautiful, I wouldn't mind staring at it the whole morning. "Here," Arthur whispers.

"Thanks," I mumble. Jeez! It baffles me, how does it work, how big is it? As if on cue, I stretch and take a piece of cake from Arthur. Maybe happiness is real. In silence, I let my mind wander, giving it freedom, to my surprise it has nothing in it. Mumbling to myself through bites, I conclude, "mind is a weapon, the tongue is a tool."

Storm Is My Friend