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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35111 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)

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*This book was previously published as The Greek Billionaire and I

When Greek billionaire Mykolas Sallis finds a misplaced cellphone…
Snarky-and-curvy schoolteacher Velvet can’t believe the stranger she’s been “texting” with turns out to be a man way, way out of her league.
Even more surprising: she ends up saying ‘yes’ to a marriage of convenience while pretending she isn’t head over heels with Mykolas

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Prologue

Six years ago

The wail of a police siren destroyed the silence in what was usually a peaceful neighborhood, causing curtains to flutter as curious neighbors peered outside their windows. Front doors slammed open, one after another, and in minutes the street was filled with on-lookers.

And in the center of it all was Dotty Garfield, a young figure huddled under an emergency blanket that had been wrapped around her shoulders by the paramedics, her beautiful face carefully devoid of emotion as she watched her parents, Wayne and Lindy, being hurriedly taken away on stretchers.

Behind Dotty, her family’s home looked like it had been ransacked – and it had been. Broken windows, gunshot holes on the walls and door, and overturned potted plants on the front yard. The entire scene didn’t paint the whole story, of course, but she knew that those who really knew her parents would be able to piece everything together soon enough.

She could feel people’s eyes on her, and this caused Dotty to raise her chin and stand proud even if all she wanted to do was just sink into the ground and cry. She wished she were a year younger. If she was seventeen, that meant she was still a child and had the right to cry. To bawl like a kid and wait for someone to comfort her and take care of everything.

But she was eighteen now, and the legality of her age weighed down on her like a brick around her neck, drowning her in responsibilities that she couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

“Miss?” It was one of the paramedics, a middle-aged woman with sympathy in her gaze.

Dotty dug her nails into her palms, the look on the woman’s face making her want to cry. But that wasn’t going to happen. Nope. Nuh-uh. Not now, not ever.

“Would you come with us to the ambulance? We need to go now.”

She nodded, allowing the woman to assist her inside the ambulance and seat her next to her mother’s unconscious form. Dotty forced herself to look at Lindy even though she knew it was just going to make her want to cry more.

Why, Mom? Why?

But she didn’t bother asking it out loud. What was the point? She had learned early on that some people were innately good...but weak. And their weakness made them bad. Wayne and Lindy were like that. They had been loving parents to Dotty, but in the end it was obvious that they loved the green goddess more.

Lindy’s breathing was shallow.

Dotty forced herself to ask, “Will she be okay?”

“We’ll do our best, hon.”

Which meant they weren’t sure. Again, the urge to cry hit her, but she mentally pushed it away. Weak is a dick, weak is a dick, weak is a dick. It really didn’t mean anything, but she had once read a book that encouraged people to use affirmations – preferably those that rhymed – to keep one positive and strong. Since Dotty was no word master, it was either that...or “Cursed are the weak, for they shall inherit pee on their meat.”

The ride to the hospital was quick, and when they got there she saw her father already being wheeled inside. She was taken to admissions first and made to sign papers – lots and lots of papers.

Behind Dotty, she heard one of the paramedics say that the man they had just wheeled in was “critical”.

This caused Dotty’s fingers to shake, and the pen wriggled out of control, leaving a crooked line on the sheet.

She tightened her hold on the pen. Weak is a dick, weak is a dick, weak is a dick.

When she was done signing, Dotty asked if she could see her parents. The nurse looked over Dotty’s shoulder, and when she turned around, a policewoman was behind her. “Ms. Garfield? Would it be all right if I speak with you privately? Your parents are being operated on at the moment, and we thought we could ask you a few questions for now. I know it’s been tough, but your answers can help ensure we catch your parents’ attackers.”

Dotty wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. It’s been tough? She had been seven when she had figured out her parents were junkies and that when they wanted to be left alone, it wasn’t to make another baby. She had been ten when she had learned that the scary-looking men who knocked on their doors late at night were never there to deliver pizza but were instead asking for payment for weed. And now, on her 18th birthday, which was supposed to be a milestone, she had just survived a shootout between her parents and their pissed-off suppliers when the latter found out that instead of selling the product, Wayne and Lindy had been idiotic and addicted enough to consume it. Consume – not like a taste test but a freaking buffet, leaving not a single gram for sale.

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Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 178200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 713(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)

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*This was previously published as The Greek Billionaire Romance Serials.

She thought she was his girlfriend. He thought she understood she was his mistress.
Mairi Tanner grew up listening to bedtime stories about Greek billionaires falling in love, and so of course she had to fly to Athens to find her own Greek billionaire to marry.
And since she wasn’t shy about letting other people know of her fantasies…
The man of her dreams readily mistook her as a gold-digger instead of his future bride.

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Too Naïve for Love

by Marian Tee

(Previously published as The Greek Billionaire Romance Serials)

Copyright 2023 by Marian Piñera

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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

Part I

The Art of Catching a Greek Billionaire

Prologue 1A

Mairi

I KEPT MY MOUTH SHUT, eyes squeezed tight as I concentrated on not breathing even as my face was smashed against the glass bowl of the overflowing sink. If Farah Jenkins didn’t let me up soon, I’d probably be the first girl in history to die of drowning in a high school sink.

Farah pushed me down harder. My throat was on fire now, and as the pressure inside me built higher and higher, I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I—-

Aah! Even as Farah kept her painful grip on my hair as she finally let me up, I didn’t mind, too busy gulping in oxygen. I tried to struggle out of her hold, but it wasn’t easy since Farah’s goons in skirts also had a hold on me, their fingers clamped around my wrists. I tried getting out of their death grips, but it was impossible. Jesus, these girls were strong. What did they freaking do during glee practice anyway? Bench press while working on their duets?

“Look at me, you little whore!”

I did as she asked. She didn’t really give me a choice as she yanked my head back. Our gazes met through the mirror. Farah looked absolutely perfect, not a single strawberry blond strand out of place. Her goons looked as impossibly good, their makeup giving their skins a glossy feel.

In contrast, I looked like a drowned rat, the anemic type, my pale skin turning even whiter under the bright fluorescent bulbs of the school’s toilet.

“Do you really think Stavros would want someone like you?”

And someone like me meant...what? Someone who actually ate enough to weigh more than my backpack?

I wanted to ask for clarification, but by then she had dunked my head back into the overflowing sink. This time, she pushed too hard, cracking my head against the side of the sink. When she pulled me up, we all saw the tiny gash of red on my forehead.

“Shit, Farah! That’s going to leave evidence!” Mary Anne, Farah’s best friend, immediately let go of my wrist, leaping away from me at the sight.

Farah looked a little queasy herself, but she still didn’t release me like the others. She saw my gaze straying towards the wall clock, which told me there were still ten long minutes to go before the end of lunch break.

A mix of resentment and fear twisted her face into something terrible before her fingers suddenly dug deep. I wondered if this time she intended to carve out her name on my scalp.

“Are you thinking of running away and asking Stavros for help?” she screamed at my face. “Do you think he’ll listen to a gold digger like you?”

I was not a gold digger. I just knew I was meant to be the wife of a hot Greek billionaire. That was all. But I couldn’t afford to say that, not with Farah’s twisted face too close for comfort. I’d rather pass out than waste my first kiss on her.

Farah was still screaming. “If you think I’m going to just stand aside and let you leech off Stavros, then you’re crazy. You’ll never have him, you lying, cock-sucking, money-grabbing—-”

She spewed out more insults, sounding more like a ghetto baby than our high school’s Glee Club president. My mind began to drift away, distancing itself from reality. Now would probably be the right time for me to get mad, but I just couldn’t. I was raised by two of the kindest and most intellectual beings on earth. If someone did something shitty to me, my first instinct would be to create a petition against the injustice of that act in Change.org.

For today’s incident, the petition would surely be something like “Say No to Psycho Prom Princesses.”

“In a minute, everyone in this town will know you for the slut that you are. Because I’ve got your fucking diary posted on Wattpad, you whore, and soon everyone will know that even your fucking aunts are whores—-”

Something inside me shut down at her words. “Take that back.”

Farah snarled, “Never!”

“I’m serious, Farah.” All I could suddenly think about was strangling her just so she’d shut up. “Take that back.”

“And if I don’t? What are you going to do? Get your slutty aunts—-”

I snapped.

When the teachers finally managed to drag me away from Farah, all I could think of was - So this was how it felt like to get mad.

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