For Angelo (Full-Length Standalone Italian Billionaire Romance)

  FOR ANGELO

  By Marian Tee

  About For Angelo

  He was my fallen angel.

  Beautiful, twisted, imperfect.

  He opened my eyes to the truth about myself, of how the kind of love I craved was different from everyone else’s.

  Pain was the sweetest agony, cruel and jealousy the most exquisite foreplay.

  He was my sadist, and I was his perfect match.

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  Standalone Novels

  Captivated: 4-in-1 Friends Romance Boxed Set – Enjoy four standalone romances between passionate, domineering billionaires and the women who were their friends first before becoming their lovers.

  All stories have either happy-ever-after or happy-for-now endings.

  His Fair Lady – Prince Julian knows the blind fortune teller Cass is everything he wants in a woman, but she can never be his bride.

  Greek Billionaire Romance Serials

  24-year-old school teacher Mairi, a hopeless romantic, thinks all her dreams will come true with Greek billionaire Damen Leventis. Problem is, he only wants her as a mistress.

  The Art of Catching a Greek Billionaire (FREE!)

  The Art of Trusting a Greek Billionaire

  The Art of Loving a Greek Billionaire

  The Art of Forgiving a Greek Billionaire

  The Art of Wedding a Greek Billionaire

  The Art of Kissing a Greek Billionaire (FREE!)

  Schoolteacher Velvet enters into a marriage of convenience but is too proud to tell her Greek billionaire husband it’s because she’s in love with him.

  The Greek Billionaire and I

  24-year-old Willow is an ill-mannered junior editor.

  27-year-old Stavros Manolis is a conservative Greek billionaire. They have nothing in common except…that one night they had with each other.

  The Greek Billionaire and His Secretary (FREE)

  Dear Greek Billionaire

  Love, Your Greek Billionaire

  Forever and Ever, My Greek Billionaire

  Mediterranean Affairs

  (Greek Billionaire Romance Mini-Series)

  A Fling with the Greek Billionaire – Furious over his lover’s deception, control freak billionaire Nik is determined to teach the free-spirited Daria a lesson on revenge.

  Prequel

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  The Greek Billionaire and the Nanny – Coming Soon!

  Prequel

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  POLLYANNA & THE GREEK BILLIONAIRE

  (Innocent and Betrayed)

  Seven years of a fairytale marriage crumble to dust when Pollyanna finds out that her gorgeous, powerful Greek billionaire husband Kyrillos Gazis – also the father of their four beautiful children – had given his heart to another woman…and had never been able to get it back.

  Part 1

  Part 2

  Part 3

  The De Konighs (Dutch Billionaire Romances)

  My Dutch Billionaire (A Trilogy) – Serenity was fourteen. Willem was twenty-eight. She was the black sheep in her family, while he was the Dutch billionaire every girl wanted to marry. She wanted him to be hers, but he was dating her older sister. And so she tried to forget.

  Book 1

  Book 2

  Book 3

  Eternally Seduced: Contemporary Romance (7-in-1) Boxed Set

  How Not to be Seduced by Billionaires (4 parts) – 24-year-old Yanna has old-fashioned ideals about love, and all of it are put to the test when her CEO billionaire boss, Constantijin Kastein – also Netherlands’ #1 Playboy – sets out to seduce her.

  (Chased: Part 1 can be downloaded for free).

  How Not to be Seduced by Rockstars (2 parts) – All eccentric senator’s daughter Saffi wants is a taste of freedom when she attends a concert disguised as an experienced groupie. But she gets more than she bargains for when Staffan Aehrenthal – also Sweden’s #1 Sex God – picks her out from the crowd.

  (Note: The Rockstar and His Fangirl is a short story on Saffi & Staffan, and sold separately.)

  How Not to be Seduced by Dukes – Although Mary’s determined to resist the charms of the Duke of Wellesley – also England’s #1 Heartthrob – fate decides otherwise, and Mary suddenly finds herself an ordinary college student by day, and the duke’s mistress at night.

  (Note: The sequel, The Ice Around My Heart, is sold separately.)

  Warning: Love Moderately (BBW Billionaire New Adult College Romance)

  Derek and Jaike have always hidden the truth about themselves. But when they meet – it’s not just explosive chemistry. One look, and it’s undeniable. Even if they’re too young, they know. He’s meant to be her Master, and she’s meant to be his Sub.

  Unwillingly Yours (FREE!)

  Meant to Be Yours

  Shy and fearful Lane’s life completely changes when she falls for Angelo Valencia. He tells her he’s a sadist and that she is a natural-born masochist.

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  Heart Racer: BIKER Romance Series

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  Heart Racer (FREE!)

  Driven by Love

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  Swish (FREE!)

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  Kellion & Aria (Standalone) – Aria’s content living her life alone, shut off from the world, but when bad boy Kellion Argyros starts following her wherever she goes, it’s impossible not to start living…and impossible not to start falling for him.

  Yuri & Kalli (Standalone) – He’s the angel amongst Greek devils. She’s the heiress who isn’t quite okay, isn’t quite…normal. Even so, Kalli hopes that when they meet again, Yuri would take one look at her and love her, like he had promised.

  Play With Me: A Sports Romance Series

  All Lace Wyndham wants is to be an NBA coach.

  All bad boy billionaire Silver March wants is HER.

  It’s not a match made in heaven, but since he already had his heart stolen, Silver is willing to do whatever it takes – bribe, deceive, manipulate – to make Lace realize the inevitable: It’s his name she’ll be crying out…every night.

  Play With Me

  This Round I’m Yours

  The Art of Claiming an Alpha: My Werewolf Bodyguard (Paranormal Romance)

  Human-slash-pack-princess Calys is a toughie, but she still needs the help of the powerful, dominant, and gorgeous werewolf Alejandro Moretti to be an ‘alpha’. Unfortunately, he wants her body in exchange for her help.

  Wolf Fight (FREE!)

  Wolf Games

  Wolf Kisses

  The Master and His Soul Seer Pet: New Adult College Vampire Romance

  Life isn’t easy for 18-year-old Zari. As a soul seer, she sees visions of dead people as well as those who are about to die. As a human pet, she struggles to control her feelings for her Master, the powerful, gorgeous, and mysterious vampire Alexandru, who’s in love with someone else.

  Ensnared (FREE!)

  Beholden

  Reviled

  Unclaimed

  My Werewolf Professor

  What I know about Alessandro Moretti: he’s the most beautiful professor alive, and I’m his plainest st
udent. I need to let him know I want him, even if he’s likely to dump me. What I don’t know about Alessandro Moretti: he’s a werewolf…and he may just want me, too.

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  My Werewolf Professor: 4-in-1 Boxed Set

  FOR ANGELO

  By Marian Tee

  Copyright 2016 by Streak Digital Publishing

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  All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  Prologue

  26-year-old Nellie Mortimer stepped out of the elevator and walked towards her office like she had all the time in the world. She was a tall, pretty blonde, a straight-A student her entire life. But her intelligence was purposely wasted, with Nellie’s life spent mostly frolicking in an endless stream of booze and clubbing.

  Unlocking the door to her office, she entered breezily, saying, “I’m sorry I’m late.” But she wasn’t, really. The truth was, she had only accepted this pro bono case to appease her dad, who also happened to own the law firm where she worked.

  As the door shut behind her silently, she continued, “Traffic was horrendous, and—” She stopped dead in her tracks, blinking. Nellie looked around her office. Where was her client?

  “Ms. Petersen?”

  A tiny scuffling sound—

  Oh my God, some kind of rodent had gotten in her office, Nellie realized in a panic. She started backing away when she heard the scuffling sound again. Oh my God, she needed to walk slowly, not make any sudden movements or—

  Something caught her eye.

  Nellie stopped moving, frowning.

  Were those shoes peeking from under the curtains?

  She squinted.

  They were!

  Was that actually her client, Lane Petersen?

  “Ms. Petersen, is that you hiding behind the curtains?”

  The figure moved, followed by a small voice answering, “Y-yes.”

  Oh, she knew it, Nellie mentally grouched. Pro bono cases were always a pain in the ass to deal with. They always involved the crazies. Should she get security –

  Then Nellie remembered her dad’s warning. If she didn’t see this to the end, he’d take away her credit cards. The thought had her shuddering in horror. The truth was, even though she had passed the bar and was indeed a full-fledged lawyer, she had never needed to work and didn’t really care to.

  And you won’t have to, ever, she reminded herself. She just needed to have this pro bono case all wrapped up, and that was it. She would be back in her father’s good graces, and she’d be able to live happily ever after.

  Turning to face the figure behind the curtains, she said in a sweetly cajoling voice, “Why don’t you come out of the curtains and let me see you, Ms. Petersen?”

  There was another movement, which Nellie deciphered as her client shaking her head.

  “Oh, but why not?”

  “Because you’re rich.”

  Nellie pretended to be surprised. “Who, me?” But in truth, she was pleased. It was always nice to be called ‘rich.’ Turning away, she headed to her little-used office table, placed her Chanel handbag on top, and picked up the case folder. She quickly scanned the overview prepared by the paralegal.

  Oh. There it was. Her client was suffering from an unusual form of plutophobia, possibly a symptom of PTSD. In other words, 18-year-old Lane Petersen was afraid of rich people.

  She scanned the rest of the first-page summary. Okay, another sob story, ho-hum, and then—

  Her eyes widened. Lane was positioned to inherit that much? Her mind raced through the necessary computations. If she got Lane to accept the inheritance, the terms of her work required her to waive her professional fee and receive a commission percentage instead. And it was ten times more than her fee!

  She glanced back at her client, hoping that the dollar signs weren’t shining in her eyes. Clearing her throat, Nellie said gently, “Would it make you feel safer if we talk while you stay there?”

  Pause.

  “Y-you don’t mind?”

  “Of course not,” Nellie answered readily. Considering how much she was slated to earn, she would not mind anything. “I’m your lawyer, and that means I’ll always be on your side.”

  Another pause, a longer one this time.

  “How do I know if I can trust you?”

  Good question, Nellie thought. She said slowly, “That’s the thing about trust. There’s no way to know until you take a risk.” She thought for a moment then moved forward, case folder still in her hands. When she was standing in front of the curtains, she bent to take off her Louboutin pumps.

  “What are you doing?”

  Instead of answering, she set her pumps aside and lowered herself to the carpeted floor, folding her legs under her. “Just making myself comfortable,” Nellie said. “Feel free to join me anytime.” But in truth, all she wanted was to make Lane stop seeing her as a rich person to fear, and she knew, considering her client’s age and history, Lane was likely to subscribe to all the stereotypes of wealthy individuals.

  Nellie began to talk, not requiring her client to answer, and she discussed everything except the case. It took about forty-five minutes for her client to finally come out from behind the curtains, and when she did, Nellie tried not to show her surprise.

  The girl was unbelievably pretty, her hair and eyes a rich shade of caramel brown. Her curves were also generously evident despite her young age, and it made Nellie feel a bit envious. Oh, what she would do to have something bigger than A-cups.

  As she continued talking, she watched her young client sit in front of her, pulling her knees up and tucking them under her chin. When she paused, she expected Lane Petersen to stay silent, but the young girl surprised her by saying in a small voice, “We can talk about it now.”

  Nellie hid her surprise at Lane’s unexpectedly straightforward attitude. This girl had guts, she thought, reluctantly impressed. But still, she asked, “Are you sure?”

  A small nod.

  Eyes that hid nothing met hers. “You’re not like the other rich people I know.”

  Nellie fought to keep her smile even as her guilty conscience started to sting. Shut up, conscience. You’re going to cost me money. Looking back at Lane, she said quietly, “I’m glad you think that.” Her conscience stung even more painfully. “But first, I’d like to formally introduce myself.” She offered the girl her hand. “My name’s Nellie Mortimer, and I’ve been assigned to be your lawyer.”

  The girl shook her hand gravely. “I’m Lane. Thank you for accepting my case even if you won’t get paid for it. The social worker explained it all to me. She says there are lawyers like you who believe in doing the right thing.”

  Nellie managed to hold on to her smile. “That’s right.” I hate you, Anonymous Social Worker. Clearing her throat, she asked, “Has someone discussed with you why you need a lawyer?”

  Lane nodded. “It’s about the inheritance, right?”

  “Yes.” Nellie picked up the case file and flipped it to the page where all the figures were. “After you factor in taxes and other fees, you will still be left with an inheritance of over three million dollars.” She waited expectantly.

  But the girl in front of her didn’t jump for joy or go into hysterics.

  Thinking that Lane was left speechless by her good fortune, Nellie said with a smile, “You heard me right, you know. You’re a multimillionaire at your age, and after the necessary paperwork, I can make sure the funds are transferred to your account in a couple of days—”

  Lane mumbled something.

  I must have heard her wrong, Nellie thought. “Sorry, what was that again?” She watched Lane take a deep breath.

  “I don’t want it.”

  Her smile froze on he
r lips. “Excuse me?”

  The girl’s voice became just a bit stronger. “I don’t want it.”

  Nellie’s jaw dropped. “Are you insane?” She winced as soon as the words came out, knowing she had been utterly unprofessional. “I’m sorry for that.” But in her mind, Nellie could already see her two-percent cut slipping away from her hold. There goes my plan for a European cruise and a fling with a hot Greek stranger, Nellie thought morosely. She should have known there was a catch. Her father would never have given her a cut-and-dried case.

  She looked back at Lane. “I just want to be clear here. You’re saying no to THREE MILLION DOLLARS.”

  Her client nodded.

  “But you’ve already turned eighteen,” Nellie pointed out. “You can no longer be a dependent of the state. You’re unemployed, homeless, and you have yet to finish high school. Your work experience is next to nothing. How do you plan to live if you say no to your inheritance?

  There was a long pause before Lane answered jerkily, “I’ll get by.”

  Nellie’s head started to pound. Three million dollars, she thought incredulously. And this girl was saying she didn’t want it? Her gaze slid back to the case folder. She read through it a little more comprehensively and when she looked up, she knew just enough to try a new tactic.

  “May I be frank with you, Lane?” Nellie tried to keep the guilt from her voice as she spoke, aware of her less-than-selfless motivation for wanting to convince Lane Petersen to accept her inheritance.

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  She winced. “Please call me Nellie. That M-word makes me feel so old.” And how was it that there were still teenagers as shy and respectful as Lane, Nellie wondered absently. Sure, the girl suffered from some kind of trauma, but Nellie had met a lot of young girls suffering from trauma through the law firm’s charity work, and the way most of them had cussed would make even Eminem sound like a choirboy.