Law #1: Never Bet on LoveLaws of Love Series Agnes Canestri Contents Gift to my Readers OTHER BOOKS BY THE AUTHOR 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 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Epilogue Author’s note OTHER BOOKS BY THE AUTHOR About the Author Gift to my Readers JOIN MY READER CLUB AND GET THE BONUS MATERIAL OF THIS BOOK AND ANOTHER SWEET READ FOR FREE! www.agnescanestri.com/lol1-bonus Please note: if you already receive my newsletter, don’t sign-up again. Please retrieve your bonus on your VIP Reader Vault (access at the bottom of my newsletter). OTHER BOOKS BY THE AUTHOR Laws of Love Series Law #1: Never Bet on Love A billionaire. A salsa dancer. And a bet that might mean losing their hearts.. Go to: mybook.to/lol1 Law #2: Don’t Play with a Player Is there any actual proof that mixing business and pleasure is a bad idea? Asking for a friend… Go to: mybook.to/lol2 Law #3: Don’t Fall for the Athlete He broke her heart. She won’t let him do it again... Go to: mybook.to/lol3 Law #4: Don’t Trust the Bad Boy She thought she knew what she needed in her life. Can this bad boy show her she might have she been wrong all along? Go to: mybook.to/lol4 Cirella Bay Series Big Flames & Small Lies She thought nothing unexpected ever happened in Cirella Bay. Oh, how wrong she was… Go to: mybook.to/cirella1 Dark Secrets & Sweet Kisses Solving this small local mystery will be all fun and games. That’s if she can keep her heart safe from her sidekick’s —the snarky but handsome detective’s— charms… Go to: mybook.to/cirella2 Gems of Love Series Gems of Love BOXSET All five books in one collection. The BEST DEAL on the series. Go to: mybook.to/gol-boxset Loving the Boss It could be her fresh start. If only she can avoid falling for her boss… Go to: mybook.to/gol1 Gambling with the Billionaire Love was never on the menu… Go to: mybook.to/gol2 Fake-Dating the Single Dad It was the perfect plan. Until their feelings turned all too real…. Go to: mybook.to/gol3 Saving the Brother’s Best Friend It was only a simple favor between friends. Until it wasn’t… Go to: mybook.to/gol4 Falling for the Undercover Agent She was just a job. Until she wasn’t … Go to: mybook.to/gol5 Other Books Saving His Heart (Jackson & Hole Firefighters) Rule #1: Don’t date a fireman. Rule #2: Don’t fall for your best friend. Rule #3: Never forget rules one and two Go to: mybook.to/saving-his-heart A Lesson in Love (Standalone forbidden love story) Sometimes what’s forbidden can’t be ignored… Go to: mybook.to/alessoninlove Chapter 1 (Nathan - Day 1) What would the worst day of your life look like? This is a question my economics professor asked me back in grad school. What his point was, I couldn’t quite say. Maybe he wished to identify my deepest desire by knowing what events could shatter it? For me, it seemed like a cheap attempt to send me on a fruitless soul-search. Something I didn’t fancy doing. I’ve known what I wanted in life ever since I was six and Father died. I’ve never needed a philosophical riddle to point me in the right direction. But during these last five minutes, I realized my professor’s question wasn’t just rhetorical nonsense. Now I have my answer. It’s today. Without any doubt. When my brother Murphy decided to pay an unexpected visit to my office, striding in with a grin on his face, I still assumed I’d be able to continue with my afternoon as always. A five minute chat to satisfy Murphy’s constant need for bonding, and I could get back to my report. But when he settled down with care on the chair in front of my wide mahogany desk, as if planning to stay, and shifted his brows into his signature don’t-I-have-the-best-ideas look before speaking, I should have known this day wouldn’t be the same. Murphy has the most horrible ideas. Ever. And the one he’s just presented is no exception. My brother’s green shirt stands in such contrast to the monochrome shades of my work space that I almost have to squint as I stare at him. The hues of the sunset shine through my floor-to-ceiling windows, turning Murphy’s jovial expression into a bloody Joker mask while his blond hair glows like a halo. This eerie vision only increases the effect of the bomb he’s just dropped. Murphy seems unaware of how his news is affecting me. “So what do you think, Nate? Excellent plan, isn’t it?” I can’t seriously fathom how people pay my brother money to counsel them about their life crises. I certainly wouldn’t give him, or any shrink, a dime for some wishy-washy comments about opening up and accepting myself. But that’s beside the point. Which is, how could Mother grant her blessing on this? And more importantly, why? When she told me a week ago that she needed to take some time to evaluate my desire for promotion to CEO, I thought she just needed a chance to consider whether my exceptional track record of bringing in clients was enough to beat Larry our most senior director’s years of experience. I certainly never expected her to join forces with my brother to come and backstab me with such a setup. I meet Murphy’s enthusiasm with a somber glare. “Why isn’t Mother here to tell me this?” “She and Malcom left for a one-week cruise to celebrate Malcom’s birthday.” Murphy purses his lips as if he disapproves of me forgetting about Mother’s holiday plans. So what? “With all the duties I need to take care of for the company, I can’t keep close tabs on every insignificant detail,” I bark at him, annoyed. I really can’t. At least one Montgregor must be fully focused on AMEA’s success, right? Also, taking time off isn’t Mother’s usual habit. She loves to keep our board of directors, including me, on a short leash. Unless, of course, it was our step-dad’s request. For that leech, Mother would go around the world and beyond. No, Nathan, stop. Yes, I promised myself last Christmas I’d stop criticizing Mother’s illogical adoration for the person who’s half the man
