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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Epilogue

  The Spotlight Part 1

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  THE RECONSTRUCTION OF CYPRIAN

  A Billionaire Bad Boy Holiday Romance Series

  By Michelle Love

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  Table of Contents

  THE RECONSTRUCTION OF CYPRIAN

  The Flirt

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  The Wolf

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  The Seducer

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Lady Killer

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  The Rake

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  The Lothario

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  The Sensualist

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  The Libertine

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  The Intimidator

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  The Hero

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  The Altering

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  The Evolution

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Epilogue

  THE BILLIONAIRE’S BROTHER

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4
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  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Epilogue

  THE LUCKY SERIES

  Part 1 Lucky Stars

  Part 2 Lucky Investments

  Part 3 Lucky Break

  Part 4 Luck in Love

  Part 5 Hard Luck

  Part 6 Intense Luck

  Part 7 Born Lucky

  Part 8 Lucky Words

  Part 9 No Luck

  Part 10 Happy Go Lucky

  THE INTERN INSTALLMENT COMPLETE SERIES

  Part 1

  Part 2

  Part 3

  Part 4

  Part 5

  PREVIEW OF FOCUS

  The Spotlight Part 1

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  The Flirt

  The Reconstruction

  Of Cyprian

  By Michelle Love

  Cyprian Gerard’s life has been one of following his parents, especially his father, in their footsteps.

  When he finds out it was never in his father’s plans for him to live life the way he has, he has no idea if he’ll change his ways or stay the same man he’s become under his father’s tutelage.

  Camilla finally meets the man she’s made an ugly nickname for but never laid eyes on as she’s sold his driver condoms each weekend.

  Both find something simmering between them when they meet, but can anything work between the two, very different, people?

  Chapter 1

  CYPRIAN

  A golden hue falls over the crowd of people who dance under the disco ball as yellow lights shoot up at it and bounce off the millions of mirrors used to create the magical ball. Loud music vibrates my body as I sit, unseen, at the top of the spiral staircase which leads down to the ballroom of my father’s mansion.

  He’s having another party, the way he does each and every Friday and Saturday night. Sunday is reserved for other social functions. On Sundays, we go to watch horses run around a track while my father trades money with the people around him. On occasion, we get onto the jet and go to other places where my father makes, what he calls, bets with other people about various things.

  Once we watched dogs run around a track and that was cool because he took me to look at them before they raced and I was allowed to pet a couple of them. The horses are always too high-spirited. I’m never allowed to touch them.

  I am, what my parents call, a happy mishap. My mother left me with my father when I started kindergarten a year ago. Up until then, she and I lived in Los Angeles. We lived in a small home and she stayed with me.

  She decided, since I was going to start school, she could go back to her job. So, I came to live with my father in Clemson, South Carolina. I am what they call a child prodigy.

  I was reading and writing at 3-years-old. I was drawing pictures which won awards at 5-years-old. Now, at 6-years-old, I’ve skipped a couple of grades. I’m in third grade now and my teachers believe I will continue to skip grades.

  My father owns a company that makes investments for people. He’s already tutoring me on what types of things make good investments. He tells me often we are a family who works hard and plays harder.

  Looking down at the men and women who are dancing, hugging, kissing, and drinking things that make them stagger at times and slur their words, I find my father out of the crowd and see him with a woman on each arm.

  He must sense me looking at him, as his dark eyes scan the staircase until they meet mine. He smiles and tips his tall hat at me. The women wave at me and blow me kisses.

  I blow them back and they act as if they catch them and hold their hands to their hearts. With a sigh, I get up and make my way to my bedroom to study some more before I go to bed.

  My life is full, not the way most children’s are. In other ways. I spend the school days having breakfast with my father, then his driver takes me to school. I stay there for a long time then the driver brings me home. My nanny makes sure I eat dinner and bathe then I get into bed and go to sleep.

  Only in the mornings, do I see my father. We go over the newspaper to see what the stock market is doing. Then we head off to do our work, as he calls it.

  On the weekends, I do not see him at breakfast. My nanny makes sure I have my breakfast and maybe at lunch, my father will come out of his bedroom. He always has different women with him when he does. Sometimes there are two or even three women who come out of it with him.

  I don’t know what they do when he has his sleepovers. I just know I’m not invited to join them. And I’m not to get to know the women. I am to exchange polite hello’s and goodbye’s but that’s all.

  My father makes it crystal clear, none of the women have a place in our little family. He and I are a family and my mother and I are a separate family.

  I asked my father one time about love. A friend from school told me his mother and father are in love and they are married and live together. He told me he has brothers and sisters and a real family. Not like mine.

  When I asked my father about that, he said some like to live life that way but he doesn’t. He has little time for relationships. His time is better spent on making him and other people money. And when he’s not doing that, he wants no fussing and fighting. He says those things come along with love and marriage.

  I suppose he’s right. I saw one of my teachers arguing with a man in the hallway once. When I asked her if she was okay because she was crying, she told me the man I saw her with was her husband and they’d had a disagreement.

  If a mere disagreement can make a person, who is in love, cry then I too want no part of that either. Just like my mother and father. I’ve never seen either of them cry and I also have never cried unless I was in physical pain.

  I did cry a little when my mother left me here with my father and a nanny. But she told me I’d be fine and she’d see me when she could. I see her once a month. She comes to my father’s parties for the weekend at the end of every month and I see her some while she’s here. She was right, I was fine, eventually.

  I saw her dance one time at one of the first parties she came to. That’s when I found out what the job was she wanted to get back to. She is, what my father calls, an exotic dancer.

  At one of my father’s parties, I sat on the stairs, watching my mother dance and toss away her clothes, my nanny found me and scooped me up and took me back to my bedroom where she sat outside my door in a chair to make sure I stayed in my room. She told me I shouldn’t see my mother doing that.

  I asked her if what my mother was doing was considered wrong. She told me there is no wrong or right. But some things should go unseen by one’s children.

  With no wrong or right in this world, I suppose it is my destiny to follow in my parents’ footsteps. Love may be what some people fall into. I am not like those people. I am like the one’s I came from.

  My father told me I was not planned. He wasn’t sorry I came along but he wasn’t happy with something called the condom that gave me to him and my mother.


  Apparently, this thing called a condom has the power to stop an egg from becoming a baby. The one he said he was using must have had a hole in it. He told me never to skimp on condoms and always make sure I had plenty of them when my time comes.

  I don’t know when or why my time will come to use condoms but I will remember my father’s advice on them. He must know what he’s talking about since he’s never had any other happy mishaps. My mother hasn’t either.

  Laughter fills the hallway outside my bedroom and I get off my bed and sneak to the door, pulling it open only a tiny crack to see who’s coming upstairs.

  My father has the same two women under each arm as he did when I saw him downstairs. They’re taking turns kissing his cheeks and he looks very happy and relaxed. Not the way he looked when he got home from work, earlier this evening.

  “Goodnight, Papa,” I call out as I open the door a bit more.

  All three of their heads turn my way. “Hey, cutie,” the woman with red hair says to me. “Aren’t those pajamas the cat’s meow?”

  My father jostles her a bit to get her to look at him. “No talking to the kid, Bonnie.” He looks at me and gives me a grin. “Goodnight, son. I’ll see you for lunch tomorrow. You get some rest now.”

  “You too, Papa,” I say and close my door.

  Going back to my bed, I have to admit my father looks way happier than my married teacher ever does. His way has to be the best way. He and my mother are happy people. I want to be happy too.

  My friend from school will most likely follow how his parents live and I find myself feeling sorry for him and how his life will certainly turn out.

  Poor kid…

  Chapter 2

  CYPRIAN

  The disco ball is reflecting purples and pinks as I walk down the spiral staircase to go to my graduation party. I’ve finally earned my Bachelor’s Degree in Investment. I still have to get my Master’s in Finance, I’m not quite ready to become the CEO of Papa’s company just yet. But I am working at Libertine Investments as an assistant to the CLO, Stan Franco. He oversees all the legal affairs of the company.

  At 16-years-old, I am the youngest person who works at my father’s company. No one treats me like a kid, though. Not when I can handle myself like an adult. And being the boss’ son doesn’t hurt either.

  As I hit the last step, I am met by a couple of beauties. “I’m Roxanna,” the brunette tells me. Her arm moves around my waist as she leans in and kisses my cheek, purposely rubbing her breast against my arm.

  “Hello, Roxanna,” I say and turn my head to catch her lips with mine. She tastes like rum and coke as our tongues move around together.

  A touch on my ass has me pulling away and looking at the skinny blonde who’s also waiting for my attention. “I’m Bambi. I work at your mother’s club in L.A.” Her breasts are nearly popping out of the tight dress she has on. The silver beads on it catch the strobe lights, just like the disco ball does, making her light up.