THE DREAM SNATCHER

THE DREAM SNATCHER

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[#9 in Dominating on 21/07/18] Why stop dreaming when you're awake? ~~~~ Welcome to the story about a girl, who loves money and all the things it brings along, more than life itself. Despite of living just for the thrill life has to offer, she is a very successful buisness woman at a young age of twenty eight. With a mysterious personality, a haunting past, an intoxicating attitude and a very unusual love for bikes, the young billionare is just a package of trouble, stress and inconvinience. But, what will happen if we add an equally notorious, valiant and legendary billionare to the situation??? When egos bigger than Russia collide, when tempers worse than that of the devil himself compete...will history be recreated? When love and trust are gone, I guess that's what they call moving on. They fight, but heal together. They compete, but succeed together. They cry, only in front of each other. So, are they really moving on? Read on to find out! ------------------------------------------- Has mild cursing! Be warned!
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I thought I knew what pain was. I was wrong. But at least, I got something good out of it- a person who protected me above all else. Daniel Nicholas Castello, a charming but brooding billionaire who hated me before he even knew me. He saved me from the world and so I mistook him for a hero. He wasn't a hero, though. He was the devil. And I fell for him. - "I have given you the freedom to do a lot of things, sweetheart, slapping me is not one of them," Daniel growls at me. "Let go of my hand." "No." Both of us glare at each other in silence- neither willing to back down first. I should be the one to back down first because I started our fight, I provoked him and as sorry as I feel for that, I did not deserve what he called me. Daniel's eyes shift to my lips for less than a second but its enough to change something between us. It's enough for all the anger between us to be replaced by lust. "Let go of my hand," I repeat, breathlessly, but this time my voice is different- quieter and unconvincing. He looks into my eyes again, leans in and brushes my lips with his. "No." -

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