
Crossed Desires
This novel is based on a love triangle where two friends become enemies over a woman. Brat Guren and Miguel Briekd - she will awaken passions in both men, and lust and love will be present among the three, driving them to lose their reason and sanity. A war will break out between these two friends for her love, and only she will have the power to choose with whom she will remain.
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Chapter 1
Brat
I am Brat Guren, son of one of the wealthiest families in the United States of America. My father is Walter Guren, a magnate and one of the most important businessmen in the corporate world.
I work as General Manager at the company my grandfather, Dominick Guren, founded more than forty years ago. This company did not begin in the United States; it was founded in Germany and was originally called Berkshire.
Two years later, I was born here in the United States. My grandfather told me that he created this company with me in mind, hoping that one day it would be mine-his grandson, who at the time didn't yet exist but for whom he was already planning a future.
My mother was the daughter of the second most powerful shareholder in the multinational Berkshire Guren Associates, which is owned by a group of entrepreneurs who hold shares and operate businesses in various industries, including hospitality, tourism, luxury jewelry with diamonds and emeralds worth billions of dollars, as well as brick manufacturing worldwide.
The alliance between these two families turned us into one of the most powerful dynasties in the United States: the Guren-Hatha family.
The shares were consolidated and secured under my name. My future was already guaranteed-even before I was born. I inherited sixty percent of the company shares, a move that was crucial to my grandfather's plans for the business and for me.
When my maternal grandfather died, he left me everything he owned since my mother had already passed away four years earlier from cancer-just as her mother had, when she was only eight years old.
The same story repeated itself with me. Since my mother was an only child, and she was gone, I inherited her entire fortune as her only son. This inheritance was even greater than the company shares. At only twelve years old, I became the richest child in the United States.
But at the same time, I became the loneliest one. My grandfather was the closest thing I had to family, because my father only dedicated himself to his work. With my mother's absence, I grew into a rebellious boy, yet under the strict control of a demanding father.
When I reached adulthood, I rebelled and moved out, buying my own apartment with the money from my grandparents. I spent my days drinking and chasing women.
Even so, I kept studying since I couldn't fully escape my responsibilities. After finishing my studies, I attended the Massachusetts Institute of Technology to study Business Administration, at my grandfather's insistence. Reluctantly, I completed my degree and graduated at twenty years old.
I immediately joined the company. It wasn't a choice-it was an obligation. As the only son and heir, I carry the responsibility of continuing my father's and grandfather's legacy. My grandfather had been clear about this since I was a child: one day, I would have to take charge of the company. And now, I do-though not entirely on my own, since my father and several partners help me make it grow bigger each day.
After a long workday full of meetings and negotiations, at five in the afternoon I'm exhausted and eager to release some stress. I call Miguel to arrange a night out, since I haven't seen him in a while. But lately, it's been hard to meet up with him-he's always busy with his girlfriend. I'm sure he'll say no again, claiming he has plans with her.
What a drag! He's been insisting forever that I should meet her, but honestly, the idea disgusts me. Why would I care to meet her? She matters to him, not me. He keeps telling me he's crazy about her, and frankly, the topic repulses me. I can't picture myself tied down like that, chained to someone else.
That's definitely not for me. I'm a lone wolf who only enjoys female company when I need to let off steam, nothing more.
It's not about being sexist, but those things just don't interest me. I prefer to have fun and not owe explanations to anyone. My freedom means everything to me. Romantic relationships bore me. All that talk of "love" is meaningless to me. I'd rather sleep with someone and move on-I have no interest in commitments.
Miguel, Jon, and I used to be inseparable. Parties, drinks, women-those were always part of our lives. We had a blast together. I was always the wildest of the three, but Miguel tried to keep me in check. Then that girl showed up, and everything ended.
I call Miguel-once, twice, three times-until he finally answers.
"Hey, what a surprise, Brat..." my friend says.
I smile to myself. It's true, we haven't seen each other in a long time, and I'm glad to reconnect.
"Surprise? I'm always available. You're the one who's always busy," I reply.
And it's true-Miguel never even makes time for himself.
"You're right, I barely have time for anything," he admits, laughing on the other end of the line because he knows I'm right.
"Still, friends should always make time for each other," I say seriously.
"You're right again. Sorry about that," he concedes.
"No problem. Anyway, have you finished what I asked you to do?" I ask.
"Yes, I just did. But I'm going to stay a bit longer at the office to get ahead on work. In a month I want to take a few days off and go to my mom's country house in Barú with Gaby, Jon, and a friend he's seeing. I'd love for you to come along too-bring someone so you won't get bored," he says.
Poor guy-he's been caught. That's not for me, though. I'm not into countryside getaways, so I pass on the plan.
"No, I'll skip it," I reply.
Miguel goes quiet for a moment, then says, "Brat, don't let me down. It's a really special day for me, and I want you there. Please, say yes-and you'll finally get to meet my girlfriend."
"What's so special about that day?" I ask, though I already have a bad feeling about the answer.
"I'm going to propose to Gaby. But I want it to be a surprise. Come on, don't say no. Bring someone with you so you won't feel out of place."
Well, what a shocker. I figured it was only a matter of time. Poor Miguel-he's been trapped.
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I hope you enjoyed this chapter of Brat, Beautiful Doll.Stay tuned for the next ones-they're going to be even more intense.
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8.8
Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

8.4
Kenzie, the former leader of the Aegis Alliance, opened her eyes to find herself reincarnated as a freezing, abandoned infant in a wet cardboard box.
She was rescued from the rain by Devin Ayers, a ruthless billionaire, and rushed to a private hospital, but a deadly threat was already waiting for her.
The ER doctor, Desiree Dillon, approached her with a syringe. Through a sudden burst of telepathy, Kenzie read the doctor's dark thoughts. Desiree wasn't trying to cure her fever. She deliberately ignored the safe dosage, drawing a lethal amount of Diazepam to permanently silence the crying baby and disguise it as sudden infant death.
"This will make it all go away," Desiree smiled gently, the needle glinting as it moved inches from Kenzie's arm.
Trapped in a weak, paralyzed three-month-old body, Kenzie couldn't run, fight, or even speak. She could only watch the poison inch closer.
How could she survive death only to be assassinated in a hospital bed by a corrupt doctor? She used to command armies. The sheer injustice and terror of dying completely helpless in this tiny body ignited a blinding rage inside her.
Refusing to be a victim again, Kenzie pushed her newborn brain to its absolute limit and unleashed a desperate telepathic scream directly into the billionaire's mind.
"Poison! She's trying to kill me!"
Devin, who had been looking away, suddenly froze, his icy gray eyes locking onto the doctor's wrist.

7.9
The rain was a solid sheet of gray as the black SUV rammed into my car, sending me spiraling over the guardrail. As the glass shattered and the world turned upside down, a searing pain ripped through my chest before everything went cold and dark.
I didn’t stay in the darkness. My spirit hovered ten feet in the air, watching the steam hiss from my mangled sedan.
I followed the magnetic pull of my soul back to my family estate, expecting to find them devastated. Instead, I found my stepmother, Florene, and my sister, Kassidy, pouring vintage champagne and laughing in the drawing room.
"To the end of the nuisance," Florene said, her eyes gleaming with greed. "The trust fund unlocks at midnight. We're finally rich."
The betrayal cut deeper than the metal that killed me, but the real shock came at my funeral. Hiram Tyson—the cold, masked husband I’d spent three years fearing—collapsed over my closed casket. He unbuckled his silver mask, revealing a face ruined by scars, and sobbed a name I hadn't heard since childhood.
"I'm sorry, Angel. I thought keeping you at arm's length would keep the darkness away."
He wasn't the monster I thought he was. He was the boy I had saved at the orphanage years ago, and he had been protecting me in silence while my own family plotted my murder.
I reached out to touch him, but the world exploded into a blinding white light.
When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a casket. I was back in our bedroom, feeling the heavy weight of Hiram’s arm across my waist. The calendar on the nightstand read September 14, 2023—exactly one year before the crash.
I looked at the silver mask resting on the table and felt a cold, hard determination settle in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I was going to be the villain in their story and burn their world to the ground.

8.9
My family's company went bankrupt, and my biological father was lying in the ICU, kept alive by machines that cost tens of thousands a day.
I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather.
They had secretly transferred all our assets months ago, deliberately bankrupting the company and leaving my father to die.
To pay the hospital bills, my stepfather forced me to a private club, trying to sell me to a sleazy investor.
When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need."
Later, right before my father's emergency surgery, my stepfather signed a Do Not Resuscitate order and froze the medical accounts.
"If you don't get on your knees and spread your legs for him, I will tell the hospital to pull your father's plug."
Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand.
My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left.
I didn't cry or beg them anymore.
Instead, I pulled out a water-stained, gold-embossed business card.
It belonged to Dolph Valentine, the most ruthless billionaire in New York and my ex-fiancé's uncle.
If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell.

7.1
When Selene, a brilliant intern with a buried past, enters the empire of ruthless billionaire Darius Vane, everything unravels. But she's not just there to learn - she's there to destroy. As secrets surface and a forgotten brother reappears, Selene must choose between revenge and redemption before the truth erases them all.

9.6
Amelia has never stood out for much, but one strange night changes everything.
After a string of unlucky events, she crosses paths with a secret society hidden in plain sight - a world ruled by werewolves. What begins as confusion quickly turns into chaos when she's taken to the clan's sacred mating ball, an ancient ceremony where every wolf claims their destined partner.
Amelia doesn't belong there. She isn't one of them. Yet when the moon rises and the names are called, hers is among them.
Claimed by an Alpha feared by his own kind, Amelia is thrust into a world dominated by instinct and desire a world that she fails understand.
Escape seems impossible, and surrender might be even more dangerous.