FRAUD

PROLOGUE

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Hi my wonderful readers, look who is back! I have two announcements for you, the first one is that MAFIA is still in the writing process, but in the meantime, I have been working on this book for you, and I hope with all my heart that you like it!

Please comment and click on the little star - it will motivate me to continue this work for you. Lots of drama as always... Enjoy the reading!

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In Greek mythology, the god Eros is the deity responsible for love and eroticism in existence. Through him and his arrows, the love between gods and mortals was constantly renewed. Thus, each arrow indicated that one heartbeat passionately for another in the world. The question is, even if one heart beats for another, is it possible that they weren't meant for each other and that this arrow was nothing more than a mistake? We'll see.

Love was nothing more than a need to seek in someone else what we could not find in ourselves. Onika Maraj considers herself unlucky, well, narrowly unlucky in the field of love. After all, she was an extremely successful woman when it came to business. But she wasn't selfish enough to complain about it, in the really recent past she had the chance to have someone. Something in Onika begged to be released, a small animal struggling not to be caged. It was part of her essence to be like this. Free. She liked the complex routine of work, pre-prepared meals, and the spotlight that her social position afforded her.

Onika really tried to surrender to someone as she did in her work, but in the end, nothing compared to having her own parallel universe. A small world where she was simply fascinated by life and the empire she had been striving to build for so many years. 

Onika's spirit was so fluid that when her manager presented her with an invitation to participate in a feat, which would include a song, a feature film, and a concert, she didn't see the "you will be filmed almost 24 hours" factor as a challenge. However, it wasn't exactly the confinement to produce this content that made her freak out, it was in fact a specific singer that she had been replenishing her copy of for some years to feed an evident old conflict. But this is water under the bridge now, Onika no longer needed to be irritated by the viscous and prickly presence of Beyoncé Knowles. The feat period was over and along with it, all the conflicts and disagreements starring them.

"Onika?" First Onika saw the nude nails and then the sliding of the fingers in a typical impatient snap. And then her eyes focus on Lauren in front of her. "Earth Calling Onika Maraj" 

Onika slaps Lauren's hands. "Stoppppp" She smiled. "May I know why the madam pulled me out of my spiritual trip?" 

"Look, if I were you I would thank myself" Lauren says, looking at her own fingernails with boredom. "It looked like you were having a lot of crazy flashbacks. It even had an angry face, all that was missing was a growl" 

Nicki rolls her eyes at Lauren, but on the inside admires her effective perspective. "In fact, I was" She says begrudgingly. 

Lauren raises her eyebrows showing interest. "Proceed" 

"No, thank you." Onika rubs a hand over her own eyes. "It's not something worth remembering."

"Oh, please" Lauren grumbles. "Well, I don't want to know anything anymore either. And now I have to go, I need to work because I don't have a rap label, no, just bills." Lauren stands awkwardly, delivering a long, husky laugh to Onika.

"Hey Lau, wait a minute." Onika takes the impulse to go after her friend who stumbles on her heels in her haste. "Rihanna sent a message yesterday asking if dinner tomorrow is still on. We're going, right?" 

"And do I have another option?" Onika denies smiling. "And now we see each other every day?" She asks. "I spend more time with the two idiots than my own son." 

"Are you complaining, my sweet little angel?" Onika playfully pushes her by the shoulder. "No problem, if you don't want it, someone else will. We'll call Diamonté, don't worry." 

"Diamonté my ass." Lauren retorts. "I'll meet you tomorrow, but we're not going to that Le Bernadin. The dishes are so expensive that I want to take them home to be worth the harm. Looks like chicken feed!"

"Oh my god, stop" Onika was amused at how the accent contrasted perfectly with the intonation that Lauren applied. "Relax, we're going for sushi this time." The rapper provokes.

Lauren looks at her quickly. "And we went from chicken feed to fish feed. I'm fed up with these rich niggas."

"It's a joke, you idiot, let's get some barbecue" Onika says and throws Lauren's bag on the sofa. "Now go away before you don't have work because I have no more space to employ anyone else on my team if you become unemployed." 

"Go fuck yourself, Nicki." Lauren holds up her middle finger and just as fast as she opens the door, walks through it and closes it.

Onika smiles contentedly. "I love you too, Lau."

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