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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.

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Prince charming to the rescue part 1

"Dalton!" Maya let out a cry of relief.

Dalton couldn't respond as the bodyguard lunged at him. With agility, Dalton ducked and kicked the bodyguard in the torso, sending him flying.

Dalton reached for the bodyguard and slammed him against the wall. Then, he grabbed him again and began throwing punches at his face, brutally pummeling him.

Maya watched in shock as Dalton mercilessly and fiercely beat up the bodyguard.

Dalton stopped when the bodyguard either passed out or died….

Did he kill him with his fist? Maya wondered anxiously.

Dalton stood up and majestically cleaned his bloody knuckles with a handkerchief. He showed no emotion; his face was masked by a calm, stony expression.

Dalton cleared his throat. "I apologize for you having to witness that brutality," he said, his tone was nonchalant, as if beating up the bodyguard were merely an inconvenience.