PROLOGUE
"What brings you here, hija?" asked Rolando Riva as the twenty-year-old Sophie stepped into his office. He owned Riva Talent Co., the agency where she had signed a contract as a talent. She had been under its management for over a year now.
She swallowed. "I came here to talk about the offer, Mr. Riva."
"You mean the offer I gave you last year?"
Sophie silently nodded.
"But I thought you don't like—"
"I've made a decision, Sir," she cut him off before he could say more.
The old man clasped his hands together and rested his elbows on the desk in front of her. She was standing in his office now, looking straight at the agency owner.
Rolando nodded repeatedly. "All right. Welcome to my dark angels, Sophie. I think I must give you a client immediately."
She looked at him seriously. She couldn’t understand what she was feeling. She should be disgusted and angry at herself. But she wasn’t. She didn’t care. Or maybe it was better to say she no longer cared. Sophie would follow what her mom used to tell her when she was still alive. Never ever trust any man. Live with pleasure, and anyone could have that without getting married.
No matter whom she met or who entered her life.
Sophie had enough. She really had enough. Just thinking she might end up like her mother, who fell in love with her womanizing father, already made her sick.
Just remembering everything she had experienced from the men who were supposed to protect her made her heart seethe with rage.
They were in the middle of that conversation when a man in a formal suit entered. He looked to be in his early forties.
"Just on time," Mr. Riva happily exclaimed. He stood up and shook hands with the stranger. "Sophie, this is Mr. Cruz. He'll be your first client. Be good. No, be great, all right? We'll discuss your contract after."
The man who would be her first client gave her a lustful look and a terrifying smile.
Sophie swallowed and closed her eyes. At that moment, she silently cursed men and promised herself never to love any man until the day she died. Did the people she valued really see her as filthy? Well, she would show them the true definition of filthy.
