Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91361 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 457(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
I...want to say something. But what? I’ve never been lost for words in all the classes I teach, but there’s just nothing—nothing!—that comes to mind. Maybe I’m really not heroine material like I thought I was?
“Zio is mine for the rest of our lives, but I’m feeling pretty generous, so...just this one night, I’ll loan him to you. So just go back to the penthouse, pretend this never happened, and do make the most out of this evening...since it will never happen again.”
Harlie’s too nice.
This bitch isn’t even fit to look at our queen in the eye.
Just looking at her pisses me off.
Their queen bee in leather gestures to her court. “Let’s go, girls.”
And off they really went, and all I can do is stare because...this is one of those things that my fancy PhD didn’t prepare me for.
My heart starts to crack as I spin toward the elevator. I can feel them staring at me. Hear them laughing at me as the doors slide open, and I stumble inside and jab the lobby button.
Was Patrizio really engaged to another woman?
If he wasn’t...then who was she, and why would she lie about such a thing?
But if he was...
Then there’s nothing to think about.
My thoughts are still a mess as I walk out of Midnight Tower, and it’s a struggle to even lift my hand up to hail a cab.
The cab driver looks at me through his rearview mirror as I slide into the backseat. “You okay?”
I manage a smile as I give him my address.
Manage to wait until he turns his gaze back to the road ahead, and as the city blurs past...
I finally start to cry.
I don’t understand.
I hear a curious rumble of engines behind us, almost like we’re being tailed by a group of bikers, but I just can’t make myself care.
Why did he...How could he? Why?
The End...for now.
Love a dangerous man with secrets? You’re not alone.
Patrizio and Jayne’s story continues in Book 2...where the world of Oro Nero grows more dangerous, desirable, and devastating.
But while you wait...
Meet Kellion Argyros.
He’s a billionaire. A biker. A playboy with a smile that hides a thousand scars.
And for one quiet girl, he’s everything she should run from...and everything she can’t resist.
The Playboy (Kellion) is yours, completely free, right now.
Just flip the page.
An antisocial like me? Attracted to a playboy?!
OH, C'MON NOW...is what I wish I have the right to say.
But I don't.
Because of his smile.
Every time Kellion Argyros smiles at the others, I can see he's pretending.
But when the billionaire biker smiles at me, it just breaks my heart.
Even though I know a playboy like him will only tear me apart—-
That dangerously broken part of him has already drawn me in like a moth to a flame.
I need him to know he's not alone like he thinks.
I'm his to love or destroy.
Whatever he wants - I'm his.
The Playboy
By Marian Tee
Previously published as Kellion
Copyright 2025 by Marian Piñera
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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Prologue
TWO YEARS AGO
“Who’s the cutest girl in town?” My voice echoed throughout the suite, which was the most expensive room in the hotel. Recently, they had developed a taste for the extravagant, my parents. The cost of the suite made me mentally wince, but my worries were wiped away when I saw Ashton’s chubby cheeks split into a grin.
Clapping his hands, he said with sparkling eyes, “You!”
I snatched him off his chair and brought him to my lap for a tight hug. Oh my God, I had the cutest baby brother in the world. I really, really did.
When I drew back, he quickly scrambled off my lap and climbed back up on his stool. It was taller than him, but Ashton had always been nimble and soon enough he was back up on the stool.
I watched him, happiness spreading inside me as my three-year-old brother wolfed down the two-pounder burger we had ordered for him. But still, I cautioned, “Slow down or you might choke.”
“I’m...not...” Ashton protested, his mouth so full with food he looked like a blowfish. The cutest blowfish on Earth.
When he was done chewing and swallowing, I handed him a bottle of water.
He made a face. “Soda please.”
I shook my head. Actually, our parents had ordered soda from room service, but that was them. They always gave in to whatever Ashton wanted, even if it was wrong for him.
“Water,” I told him. “Soda’s bad for you.”
Tears welled up in his big eyes, which were the same blue-violet shade as mine.
Goooooood. I had the cutest little brother in the world. And the most manipulative, too.