Sheyla García

Just one kiss, and I want to take off my clothes and let him make me his right here, in the lake, on the sweet damp grass from this afternoon’s drizzle. 
I want more of this stranger who makes me crave forbidden acts. 
“God... What have you done to me?” my voice sounds hoarse even to my own ears. 
“You belong to me. That’s why you respond like this.” His words are so strange, but they ring so true to me. 
Tatiana Mattew is offered as payment to a widowed man to be his wife so her father can pay off the colossal debt they owe to corrupt bankers.
She has no desire to marry, much less to this man whose nickname is the Shady One. However, Tatiana is in love with her longtime boyfriend, Lucian. Now she will be forced to tell him about her impending marriage with that stranger.
Dario Magghio, since his wife died giving birth to their only child, has lost his joy and faith in humanity. Since then, he has dedicated himself to taking care of his son Dante and his business has been failing. For this reason, he decides to get married so that his son will have the care and love he needs, which he feels he is unable to provide. Only then can he focus on his business and forget the pain of watching his son grow up without his mother.
Life brings them an unexpected twist and news that will either leave them in emotional misery or absolute and eternal joy.
Life presents second chances in love, even third chances, even if we are blind not to want to see it and deaf to not listen to the cries of sadness and anguish heard around us.

Runaway Bride

I arrive at my parents’ house in ten minutes. I didn’t think for a second where to go when the family driver asked me for directions. The man was kind enough not to look at my appearance when I got into the black sedan.

/"Daughter, what are you wearing!/" my mother exclaims as she opens the front door. /"You’re a woman married to a respectable man!/"

/"Forget what I’m wearing. Why don’t you ask me what he did to make me come to the house like this?/" I tell her as I walk in and go straight to my room.

/"Yes, I do yell at you!/" I quickly look for something to wear. It’s getting late already. I look at the cuckoo clock I have hanging above the bookcase where I keep my novels and little ceramic dolls. /"I don’t know how you can care so much about appearances, Mother. It doesn’t matter./"

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