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The billionaire's only desire

Warning: Matured content. Maya DeLuca was born as a result of adultery. She is the fruit of the shameful love affair her married mother had. Her mother passed away shortly after giving birth, leaving Maya to bear the consequences of her mother's sins. Right from birth, Maya was loathed by everyone in her family, especially her stepfather, her late mother’s husband. Maya is the evidence of his wife's betrayal; hence, she is a thorn in his flesh. He abused her, punishing her for her mother’s betrayal. Maya is a junior chef at a five-restaurant and also works as a waitress at her Stepfather’s gentlemen's club to pay off the debt she owes him. Maya's Life becomes more complicated when she gets entangled with a handsome billionaire, Dalton Black, as he hires her as his personal chef. Maya obliviously captivated Dalton's heart as love blossomed between them. However, her stepfather posed an obstacle. Dalton Black is the man Maya's Stepfather wants his niece to marry. To fight for her love for Dalton Black, Maya has to face her Stepfather’s wrath and the nefarious plans Dalton Black’s enemies have laid out for him. Dalton Black's life has been full of darkness and purgatory until he met Maya. She became his only desire, the light in his dark world. He will do anything to be with her forever even though she is a weapon his enemies are going to use against him.

Debbie_Asan · Urban
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24 Chs

Prince charming to the rescue part 3

"Let's get you home," Dalton said. "What is your address?"

Maya frowned, craning her neck to look out the window for a glimpse of her pickup truck. "I can't leave my pickup truck here,"

"But you are in no condition to drive," Dalton pointed out. He was right; every muscle in her body ached, and she feels slightly dizzy.

"But I can't leave my pickup truck here," she sighed.

"Can I drive your pickup truck then?" Dalton offered.

"My pickup truck?" Maya's eyes darted around, taking in the interior of his luxurious car and comparing it to her beat-up truck. It was so inferior to her vehicle. There was no way he would be comfortable driving her pickup.

As if Dalton could read her mind, he said, "You are comfortable driving it; why wouldn't I be?"

Maya shyly rubbed the back of her neck as she said, "All right, then."

"Keys," Dalton said as he hurled forth his hand.