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Diamonds are Forever Trilogy Series by Charmaine Pauls – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com Sat, 12 Sep 2020 13:57:33 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.books2020.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png Diamonds are Forever Trilogy Series by Charmaine Pauls – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.books2020.com 32 32 Diamonds are Forever Read online Charmaine Pauls (Diamonds Are Forever Trilogy #3) http://www.books2020.com/diamonds-are-forever-3-read-online-charmaine-pauls Sat, 12 Sep 2020 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/diamonds-are-forever-3-read-online-charmaine-pauls Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Dark, Romance Authors: Charmaine Pauls Series: Diamonds are Forever Trilogy Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82247 (not accurate)
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Diamonds are Forever (Diamonds Are Forever Trilogy #3)
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~ A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE ~ My love is wasted like gemstones in the dust, walked over by an oblivious shoe. It takes many suffering years and layers of mountains to squeeze carbon into a precious stone. Now that I’m polished and hard like a diamond, he doesn’t get to kick me back into the dirt. Men like him don’t love women like me. They don’t love. Period. But he made me. He’ll live with me. Because diamonds are forever. (Diamonds are Forever concludes this trilogy. Book 1, Diamonds in the Dust, and Book 2, Diamonds in the Rough, must be read to follow the story.)
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Preface

One dark day, a little girl hid in a broom closet and buried her soul in a fairy tale.

“One day, I’ll find my prince. He’ll buy me beautiful dresses and lots of pretty glasses, and he’ll never break them. He’ll take me very, very far away from here, and I’ll never come back. Just wait and see.”

And then she grew up and her wish was fulfilled. Only, she didn’t find her prince. The villain found her. He stole her dreams and made them come true. He took her far away, and wouldn’t ever let her go back.

Chapter 1

Maxime

“She’s gone, sir.”

I stop dead in my parents’ lounge with the phone pressed against my ear. The words bounce off my ribcage and echo in my chest. Damning words. Fearful words. Words I never thought I’d hear.

Everything inside me comes to a standstill—my heart, my breathing, and even my ability to think. The message slams straight into me like you’d collide with someone who suddenly stops in front of you. Those rare emotions only Zoe can raise from the dead of my soul crash into my frozen body when my mind finally catches up. I break out in a sweat. My stomach drops. My pulse throbs in my temples. All the while, I wrestle with the meaning.

“What did you say?” I ask in a voice cold enough to match the frost on the lawn. I heard my guard, loud and clear, but an unfamiliar part of me wants him to deny it. Usually, I don’t shy away from the truth. I’m an expert at embracing all its ugly parts. The truth is a weapon in my quarter, a tool I use for designing psychological manipulation—mind games.

Those very games I engineered to trap Zoe turn on me as the guard repeats, “She’s gone,” sounding uncertain now.

“What the fuck do you mean Zoe is gone?”

He swallows audibly. “She was crying. She excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she didn’t come out after several minutes, I went to check.”

“How many fucking minutes?” I ask, my vision going hazy around the edges.

“Ten. Fifteen. I have a sister, sir.” He starts to stammer. “I know how it is when a woman cries.”

When a woman cries. I hurt Zoe. I know it. I hated every fucking second of it, but what choice did I have? It’ll take time, but, like with all wounds, it’ll eventually heal. We’ll go back to the way we used to be, back to that peaceful, happy state we achieved in Corsica. Until the day Zoe walked in on that first formal meeting between me and Izabella, my future wife.

Doesn’t Zoe know she’ll always come first? Didn’t I tell her my marriage changed nothing? Well, except for not being seen with Zoe in public and the fact that my fiancée and I are supposed to produce an heir after our marriage. Those things are duties, though, unpleasantries to ensure the survival of our empire. Without the alliance, our business won’t develop or thrive. Our families won’t be safe. Peace with the Italians will go down the drain. New wars will break out. Men will die. Without this marriage, I can’t offer Zoe protection. I won’t be able to take care of her or ensure her safety. Why the fuck can’t she see that?

“Sir?” my man asks, fear bleeding into his voice.

That fear is nothing compared to the terror ripping through me as the truth finally settles and self-control runs back into my bones with life, allowing me to be the boss who acts fast and efficiently. Zoe is out there. Alone. An easy target. A delicate flower. No resources. No passport and not much money. No fucking weapon to protect herself. She doesn’t know my country. She doesn’t know my enemies or allies.

I check my watch. It’s quarter to nine in the morning. Caterers are scurrying through the house, carrying trays of food to the dining room for a champagne breakfast. My mother invited the Zanettis so the families can get acquainted before tonight’s engagement party. Servers are polishing the glasses before setting them on the table. I take it all in with detached attention as a wave of fury rises inside me.

Zoe is mine. She made a terrible mistake, one for which she needs to pay, but since I’m the cause of her irrational actions, I’ll carry the blame. I understand why she did what she did. I made it my business to get to know her. Marrying Izabella isn’t cheating. It’s business. Of course Zoe won’t see it that way. She’s a good person. Her heart is pure. She doesn’t want to be a cheater. She told me so herself. Most of all, she’s a woman in love. A woman scorned. That’s why she ran.

“How long exactly since you lost her?” I ask as a chill of violence runs down my spine. The violence is familiar. I know how to control it, but I can’t cope with the sickening fear. This fear, it controls me. It won’t let me detach myself from my feelings and act rationally. I fucking hate Zoe for it as much as I’ve ever adored her.

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Advertisement Diamonds in the Rough Read online Charmaine Pauls (Diamonds are Forever Trilogy #2) http://www.books2020.com/diamonds-in-the-rough-2-read-online-charmaine-pauls Sun, 29 Mar 2020 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/diamonds-in-the-rough-2-read-online-charmaine-pauls Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Authors: Charmaine Pauls Series: Diamonds are Forever Trilogy Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 65
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Diamonds in the Rough (Diamonds are Forever Trilogy #2)
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A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE Girls like me, we know how to survive. We each have our own little ways, but we acquire those skills at the same tender age. If you ask me how many times a person can die, I’ll tell you many times. As many times as a man stabs you in the stomach with betrayal and wrings out your heart with lies. Girls like me, we live. We don’t get a choice. We step over the cliff and fall. Eat, sleep, die, and repeat. (Diamonds in the Rough is Book 2 of the Diamonds are Forever Trilogy and ends on a cliffhanger. Diamonds in the Dust (Book 1) must be read to follow the story. Diamonds are Forever (Book 3) concludes the story and will be released on 15 September 2020.)
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Chapter 1

Maxime

Jesus.

I dive for the edge, going after Zoe over the cliff. The thought of losing her hurts my chest. It hurts a thousand times more than the cold water. When I hit the surface, I don’t go down far. I turn and swim up like a madman. The sea is flat. I should easily spot her, but there are rocks all around. Shouting her name, I scout the water like a lunatic as a vise of fear closes around my heart.

Then I see her. Thank fuck. The relief is so great I’m not even angry. I swim with powerful strokes and reach her in five seconds. She’s gasping and splashing, treading water. Grabbing her around the waist, I turn her onto her back and swim us to the shore. There’s no way she could’ve made it out on her own, not knowing where the underwater rocks give way to form a channel.

I’m out of breath when we reach the beach, but not from exertion. It’s the fear. I’ve never felt anything like it, never cared enough. Dragging her out onto the sand, I put the revelation to the back of my mind to dissect later. I peel my jacket Zoe is still wearing off her body and cover her slender frame with my body, letting some of my heat warm her skin. Her teeth are chattering, and her limbs are shaking.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I lift her into my arms and start the steep ascend. The guards are waiting at the top, staring down with concerned faces, offering hands and assistance.

I brush them away. “We’re fine.”

Holding her close to my chest, I hurry to the bathroom where I run a shower. When the water is warm, I push her under the spray and undress her. Since I destroyed her underwear, she’s wearing nothing but the red evening dress. Her lips are blue. So are her fingernails. I rub each of her hands between mine to warm them, and then her arms to aid the blood flow and increase her body temperature.

Somewhere between soaping her body and rinsing her hair, her teeth stop chattering. I brace her against the wall and drop to my knees in front of her. Droplets of water cling to her eyelashes as she stares at me, keeping her balance with her hands pressed on my shoulders. Her dark hair, normally wavy or curly, hangs straight and silky over her shoulders. Her breasts are big for her small body, her nipples a dark shade of pink. She doesn’t shave or trim the triangle between her legs, but even there her hair is soft and perfect, a pretty womanly shape. There are many kinds of beautiful and plenty of norms to define it, but she’s all of them, everything condensed into one.

Lifting her thigh, I hook it over my shoulder and worship her body with my hands. I circle her narrow waist and drag my palms over the curve of her hips, all the while watching her telltale eyes. They go hazy with need, the blue turning a shade darker, like the depths of the ocean. Her cheeks turn pink, and her nipples harden. I sweep a path down the outside of her legs and back up inside to her pussy. She’s slick and swollen, her flesh needing what I’ve denied her earlier at the hotel.

I hold her eyes as I go down on her, eating her like she’s my last meal. It doesn’t take long for her to break. When she comes in my mouth, her long lashes brush her cheeks, and she catches her bottom lip between her teeth. I eat her out through the aftershocks of her orgasm, lapping up all her honey with lazy strokes of my tongue.

She’s legless when I wrap her up in my robe and towel her dry. The exhaustion is a combination of my earlier punishing lesson, the sleepless night, the shock of what she’s seen at Alexis’s place, the afterglow of the orgasm, and coming down from the adrenaline of her goddamn jumping stunt. That’s a lot for one small flower to take in all at once.

She doesn’t protest when I carry her to my bed and pull the covers over us. I curl up with her back against my chest and her ass in my groin. I fold one arm under her head and the other around her waist. Like this, she’s secure in the prison of my arms, finally warm and sated.

Kissing her neck, I inhale the sweet scent of her skin. “What the hell were you thinking, Zoe?”

“I wanted to know if I could do it,” she says, her voice already thick with sleep.

“You could’ve fucking died.”

“That would’ve been a bad thing?”

“Yes,” I say vehemently. “You’re never to do that again. Ever. Understand?”

“You did.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

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Advertisement Diamonds in the Dust Read online Charmaine Pauls (Diamonds are Forever Trilogy #1) http://www.books2020.com/diamonds-in-the-dust-1-read-online-charmaine-pauls Sun, 20 Oct 2019 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/diamonds-in-the-dust-1-read-online-charmaine-pauls Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Romance Authors: Charmaine Pauls Series: Diamonds are Forever Trilogy Series by Charmaine Pauls
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Diamonds in the Dust (Diamonds are Forever Trilogy #1)
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A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE Men like us, we see things. We do things, things that make us unfeeling. That’s the price of power and money, of living la belle vie and running the French mafia. Then she came along like a pretty wildflower pushing through the cracks on a dirty pavement—fragile yet resilient, a breath of beauty among the filth. She was supposed to be just another job, a nameless person I was to pluck from her life and hand to my brother, nothing but a pawn in the gamble of our diamond business. There’s a psychological label for men like us. We lack empathy and guilt. We do things to have what we want, things that make flowers wilt. (This is Book 1 of the Diamonds are Forever Trilogy and ends on a cliffhanger. Diamonds in the Rough (Book 2) will be released on 14 July 2020, and Diamonds are Forever (Book 3) on 15 September 2020.)
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Prologue

The screaming in the kitchen turns louder. Mommy and Daddy’s voices travel through the thin wall and sting my ears. It doesn’t hurt like when I had an ear infection, but it hurts in my chest, and I’m really scared.

I crouch in the corner on the bed I share with my brother, Damian, and hold Vanessa, my doll, close. I wish Damian was here, but it’s Sunday, and he’s delivering newspapers.

A thump shakes the bunker beds of my older brothers, Leon and Ian, against the opposite wall. Cups and plates rattle on the other side.

“Always the fucking same.” Daddy’s voice is too loud.

The neighbors will hear. I cringe, because they’ll look at me weird tomorrow when I play on the stairs.

“You’re all the fucking same.”

My heart flaps like the wings of that poor bird I saw in the awful cage in Auntie May’s kitchen with the poo scattered around it on the floor. I concentrate on the moldy patches on the wall and the crack that runs down the middle, holding my breath as I wait for the next thud to shake the floor. The dark stain in the corner looks like the head of a wolf with a long snout and a floppy ear. The one in the middle looks like a flower growing from the crack.

I knew it was coming, but when something crashes against the other side of the wall, I gasp quietly, careful not to make noise.

“It’s all right,” I whisper to Vanessa, clutching her tighter. I wish my name was something pretty like Vanessa. I hate my name. Zoe is a stupid name.

“How many times must I tell you, woman?” Daddy bellows. “You don’t—”

Mommy’s voice is shrill. “You don’t tell me what to do!”

I lay Vanessa on the bed, trembling as I try to block out the angry voices. “Shh.” She stares at me with big, happy eyes, but I know she’s just as scared as I am. I know how to smile to look brave.

Maybe they’ll stop.

Sometimes, they do.

I push Vanessa’s arm through the hole I’ve cut from one of granny’s napkins with Mommy’s nail scissors and tie the ends in a knot. It doesn’t matter that she only has one arm. It’s a pretty dress all the same.

Something crashes. The noise is sharp and dull, like when grandpa chops wood.

“I’ll fucking kill us all!” Daddy shouts.

Mommy’s footsteps fall hard on the floor. “Don’t touch me! I’ll stab you! I’m not kidding, you fucking prick!”

It hurts to breathe. My eyes burn and tears start to drip. They plop on my hands, warm and wet. I’m dizzy and hot, like when I had the flu. Scrambling off the bed, I grab Vanessa and my book and dash down the short hallway to the broom closet at the end.

Please don’t let them see me.

I close my eyes as I pass the kitchen door, but nobody calls my name or grabs the collar of my dress. The closet door squeaks as I open it and slip inside the darkness that smells of shoe polish and dust. I close it tightly, so tightly you can’t even see the light through the crack, and feel under the cushions on the scratchy blanket of my nest for the flashlight. Huddling in the corner of my hiding place, I flick on the light and rock with Vanessa and my book in my arms.

The book is big and heavy. It’s my only other possession, and I take it everywhere I go. The pages are dirty from all the times I’ve licked my fingers to separate them. Damian says they have dog ears, although I’m not sure where he sees the dogs. When I ask him, he just laughs at me. The spine is cracked and slack with stitches sticking out like my dresses when Mommy takes out the seams so I can wear them another year. When I open the book, it falls open at the same place it always does, on the first page of my favorite story about the princess and the frog.

The tinkling of breaking glass pierces my safe place. Pinching my eyes shut, I block out the terrible sound that’s scarier than monsters.

More stuff falls over somewhere.

I force myself to open my eyes and look at the picture. I know each outline and every color of the princess in her puffy, pink dress, the golden ball lying next to the pond, the green leaves of the water lilies, and the frog sitting on them.

Pushing my finger on the page, I drag it along the letters as I whisper, “Once upon a time…”

I can’t read yet, but I know the story by heart.

“…there was a beautiful princess who lived in a castle.”

The book is like magic. The world in the story becomes real, and the sounds coming from down the hallway fade as I turn into the princess in the pink dress, standing next to the pond on the softest, greenest grass in my silk slippers with my golden ball. I’m a beautiful girl with yellow hair just like in the picture, not the boring color of dark-brown coffee like my own hair, and—

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