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Diva la Vida

[MATURED CONTENT!] Vol 1 [COMPLETE!] Vol 2: Prequel to Vol 1 [COMPLETE!] Vol 3: Final volume- [COMPLETE!] ----------------------------- Love, can be the fire that warms you on a cold night or the smouldering heat that destroys you. In Thalia Mirabel’s life, it looked to be the latter. She was a single mother with a sullied background. A society outcast. The very type that society looked down on. The last person anyone would want, or so she thought … In the depths of despair and about to lose her son, Thalia Mirabel Thebes accepts a contract that will change her life… but is it for the better or for the worst? Did she jump from the depths of the ocean into the arms of the devil himself? After her vow to stay away from the species known as man? Jorge Trimshaw was a Billionaire who knew his worth! A player and the ladies’ man in every way, the one man that every girl would wish to have, the one man that could get every girl he wanted. He went each day and each week with different girlfriends. He never bothered with their names, for he changed girlfriends like he changed his underwear, and for a clean freak, that was a hell lot of times. But why could he not get her name out of his mind? Would Thalia Mirabel trust and love again with this man who knew not what commitment was? As the saying goes, “Not all that glitters is gold…” How would these two complement each other or clash with each other as faith binds them? Cover art is mine. Art done by @korkor_gavi and final cover by me ^-^ This is an original story by me. Copyright 2023 Please try to support me by reading the novel ONLY on Webnovel #dlvnovel #loctovianovels #divalavidanovel NB: Character images are AI generated from starryai.com*

Loctovia · Urban
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Can I? (2)

Jorge's fury thumped to the highest he had felt in a long time. He hung up the phone and called out, "Is anyone there?"

A maid appeared instantly,

"Call number Thirty-six immediately!"

"Th-ir-"

The poor girl stammered as she blanked out for a bit. She wanted to ask who Thirty-six was, but looking at how Jorge was angry, she couldn't bring herself to. However, it finally clicked as she realized who was being referred to, and she rushed to get her, avoiding any direct glance at Jorge as his face was so hardened that she was scared out of her wits. She was part of the exclusive playhouse staff and had worked there long enough to know how their employer was.

Mirabel had sat upright on the bed then. To say that she was still angry was an understatement for many reasons that she did not want her mind to wander there. However, in the chaos of her emotions and mind, one thing stuck. That was how Jorge had stood up for her and their son.