Cassandra Cortez, a well known Psychologist and Counselor is hired by Ellie Santiago, the future bride to a very ruthless Mafia, Don Roderigo De Alva to counsel her on her upcoming wedding with Roderigo. After she had found out that she was going to meet Don Roderigo De Alva, she took an oath that she would make sure his marriage plans never works out and what baffled her most is the fact that his future bride is only but eighteen years. She also swore to expose his real identity to the world. Don Roderigo De Alva, the number one most ruthless and deadliest Mafia in the whole continent of Europe, but to the world, he's the sweetheart of all, a wealthy Philanthropist and a multi-billonaire who has received countless awards of building orphanages and schools for the poor, and setting up rehabilitation foundations for the younger ones. He makes the world believe he has a very good heart, but Cassandra Cortez would never buy into it. Seeing her in his family house, fuels up emotions he has been trying so hard to let go of, that of hatred, pure loathe mixed with lust, desires and erotic passion. Cassandra's plan of disrupting their marriage got accomplished, but Roderigo knowing she has a hand in it, won't let her go Scot free. She either chooses to talk some sense into Ellie Santiago or she stands in as his bride, her plans of running away gets thwarted. Don Roderigo won't ever think of being left at the altar, he thought about his reputation and what the media would say, he would do anything even if it means getting Cassandra Cortez kidnapped and forced into the marriage with an evidence of a signed contract.
Chapter 1 1
I flipped through my appointment book looking for my next client who I was meant to visit and check on, it did take me a while to look for it and finally saw it laying on the floor next to my refuse bin.
A loud sigh emitted from my throat, I remembered the party Melchora, my childhood close friend had forced me to go to, I wasn't a party type, not also a social freak but being a psychologist and a counsellor had made me indulge in one social activity and the other.
I brought my palms to my forehead, "goshhh", I hissed. I was having a hangover from yesterday night, my head was hurting as fuck.
I walked towards my door, opened it and slammed it shut, heading to my kitchen to make a black coffee.
Black coffee isn't my favorite, and I sucked in making it, but being friends with Melchora meant having more hangovers like though you opted in for it.
Even when we didn't go to parties, it was a Saturday ritual we performed every night to drink and get drunk, just to avoid depression, I had solely marked Saturdays off from my working days and no money whatsoever could make me to change my mind.
I have everything I want, from an estate to fleets of cars, I had securities, I always wear the latest Fenty products, that's my favorite clothing line, the CEO was just so good at what she does.
Everything life has to offer, I have all of it, "crazy bitch, you fucking forget you don't have love", I remembered Melchora's words as it kept reverberating in my head.
I don't even know why I remembered those stupid, silly words of hers. I knew within me that I really don't need love, I had given love so much over the past few years, that I had forgotten to check up on myself, I forgot what it was to love myself.
Now, just for you to know, being a psychologist, counsellor and finally a best selling international writer is not what I achieved in one day, neither was it love that made me to keep pushing and fighting to be where I am today.
In the next three or four months to come, thereabouts, I ain't even sure of my birthday month. I laughed over it in my head, knowing for sure that Lucy has that in mind, but I am so sure that I would clock twenty-eight before the year runs out.
I was not happy that my parents are not alive, but situations has made me accept it all, and I can't help it, but sometimes I am so happy that they ain't with me, if not they would have made a reminder of my unmarried state like a mantra in my head.
I stood in front of the kitchen door as I rested my head on it, my head really hurts so much, I wonder if I would be able to make it to the electric kettle.
Saturdays and Sundays are the days I have my workers the privilege not to work, within me I know I'm a very good and soft natured lady, because not all house owners would give their workers not even a day off from work.
Looking at my situation right now, I feel so bad for letting them to stay two days off from work, I ain't felling so good at all, I slumped down to the marble tiled floor of my pavement which led to my kitchen.
I had to regain some energy and little strength which would take me to the other end of the kitchen, I stayed on the floor cradling my head in my both palms, after twelve minutes, I felt like the pain had subsidized a little bit, I got up and walked into the kitchen.
I brought out a satchel of black coffee from it's bag and dropped it into my glass cup, I plugged the electric kettle to the socket for it to boil, after which I added the hot water into the cup and allowed it to stir for a few short minutes.
When it had cooled down very well, I brought it to my lips, used my other hands and closed it over my nose, I hated the smell of black coffee, it always made me feel like throwing up and I really did not think I had such time to waste, cleaning myself over and over again.
I took it all in one gulp and sat back on the kitchen counter, I shut my eyes trying to cool and calm my thoughts.
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I woke up to see myself sprawled on the floor beside the kitchen counter, I felt better than I was when I woke up in the morning, the coffee had really made me feel better and also made me sleep like though I was born for that.
I dragged myself up from the floor as my legs came in contact with the glass cup which I had earlier used to drink my coffee, I bent down picked it up and dropped it in the washing sink after which I left for my room.
I needed a long shower, I could perceive the odour oozing from my armpits, from the vigorous dancing which Melchora Adams had made me do, and the saliva in my mouth tasted different and smelt different.
I perceived the foul odour when I sneezed, I used my hands to cover mouth, only for me to bring it up to my nose, "yuckkk!!!!", I cursed.
There was no need to remove the robe, I wore only my lacy pant to sleep, that's why I woke up this morning felling so chilly and cold.
I walked gingerly to the bathroom and slid into the jacuzzi tub, I took a very long bath and also washed my hair thoroughly.
I never used my hair to fool around, it was one particular thing in my body that I loved and cherished so much, I had a very small frame of body, back then when I was in highschool, I was called "Là pètîté", because I was the smallest in the class.
I have a silvery hair, which some people always mistook it for being dyed, sometimes it always turned into an argument, and I'm like, "if you are fucking sick about my hair, you should go fuck yourself", I had rather thought them jealous of my hair.
After scrubbing thoroughly and rinsing the bubbles off my body, I slid out of the jacuzzi, picked up a towel and headed out of the bathroom.
I dried myself off the water and went to my drawer to pick my hand drier which I used to dry my hair. It wasn't a hard task for me, as my hair is very soft but also thick, and lastly, yeah, it was fucking long, I always made sure I trimmed them once every two months.
I let the towel slid off my body as I picked up my robe and put it on. I went to my baby drawer, yeah I call it my baby drawer, cause that's where I keep all my cosmetics, lotions and the rest, lastly my face wipes.
I took my body cream which I rubbed, I was going to go downstairs to take some refreshing air, and the cream helped to protect my skin against sunburns, I also took my sun shades out from my Louis Vuitton bag.
I packed my hair up, since it was so sunny and my hair always made it so easy for heat to start clustering on my skin due to its thick nature.
I was about to walk through the door, when my phone rang. God, I had almost forgotten my phone.
I walked to the headrest of my bed, it was from Ellie Santiago, my eighteen years old female client.
Chapter 1 1
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Chapter 2 2
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Chapter 3 3
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Chapter 4 4
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Chapter 5 5
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Chapter 6 6
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Chapter 7 7
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Chapter 8 8
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Chapter 9 9
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Chapter 10 10
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Chapter 11 11
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Chapter 12 12
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Chapter 13 13
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Chapter 14 14
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Chapter 15 15
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Chapter 16 16
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Chapter 17 17
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Chapter 18 18
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Chapter 19 19
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Chapter 20 20
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Chapter 21 21
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Chapter 22 22
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Chapter 23 23
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Chapter 24 24
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Chapter 25 25
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