Enrico Edoardo Vos, the CEO of the fast growing wine company, EDOARDO VINEYARDS, a ladies man was unfortunate to encounter the woman who broke his heart and now, he's convinced the sudden spark within him is a thirst for vengeance. * * * When he went by the name Tyler, timid and geeky, he had her by his side as a friend but then his feelings for her grew to something more than friendship. She rejected his heart which left him shattered. It wasn't easy getting over his past but he managed to. Therefore, he vowed not to give any other woman the opportunity to crush his heart the way she did. Nine years later, he's a different man now known as Enrico Vos. The CEO of Edoardo vineyards. A man gorgeously handsome and with a body to die for. He's a witty, womanising, authoritative and an all time party man. In short description, CASANOVA. Unfortunately, he encounters the woman who started it all. Something is ignited within him and he's convinced it's the spark for vengeance. A thirst for her to see the same colour as he does, RED. She broke his heart and he was going to have his revenge. Edited with the help of @SabaUmmeSalma Words: 150,000 - 155,000 Premiered: July 2018 Edited: December, 2020

"Name" He barked still not bothering to even look at me. "Delilah" I whispered. Why am I whispering? I could feel the nervousness flooding over me like a wave. "Name" He stated again "Delilah" I said with more confidence "Delilah what? Did your parents not give you a last name or are you incapable of answering my question to its full capacity" Delilah Suren was a young girl living in the dumps of Chicago. She never had life easy and she didn't expect it to to be easy. Enter Ian McKinley. Cold. Hard. Rude. These two are complete opposites and mix them together you have a toxic combination. Ian is used to getting what he wants when he wants. He is after all Mr. CEO.

🇿🇼🇿🇼🇿🇼😤❤ * [Completed] ✔ All it takes is for both of them to give into their desires and their self control will come crumbling down. * Zara is a spunky young black woman with dreams. The only thing standing in her way is money. Desperate to achieve her goals, Zara applies for a job as a maid and assistant chef at a notorious mansion owned by the Kingsman family. When she fills out her application, she only expects to clean a few rumps, wipe noses and cook meals. Little does she know that she has waltzed into a dangerous conspiracy regarding the mansion's secrets, the heart of a ruggedly handsome doctor and his family. *

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.