THIS IS IMPORTANT TO READ. I WARN YOU. THIS IS TO AVOID EVERYONE A BAD TIME
A/N: I maybe should be updating Another Love and Viva La Vida but yeah... Life is disappointing -kidding - well not really- but I will get to it soon.
This is a first of a darkish saga I pretend to write "Dark Paradise Saga" and it's about characters and some 'iconic' pairings with some OC living on a dark EXTRMELY AU world were they shall live great danger and some even die in the process.
The characters are pretty OOC as well I might add, because of the situation I put them in requires some changes to adjust it to the story.
Not every iconic pairing will be 'canon' on this fanfic or any other on the series but I can change my mind on some of them if you so dearly desire to ar simply want to read about them.
This story also will contain some graphic sex scene as well drug use, abuse, blackmail and stuff like that. It will also introduce you deep into prostitution and escort services so yeah, pretty dark themes here.
I like to think that the characters are somewhat interpreted by actors so I'm here to give you a little map over the characters but you can imagine anyone you want to. But this will also work as a character name guide.
Lana Parrilla: Regina Mills/Sapphire/Miranda Williams
Sean Maguire: D.A. Robin Locksley
Danny Pino:(OC) Raphael Richardson
Mariska Hargitay:(OC) Sophie Emerson/Pearl
Emilie De Ravin: Belle French/Opal
Jennifer Morrison: Emma Swan/Ruby
Ginnifer Goodwin: Mary-Margaret Blanchard/Aquamarine
Sandra Bullock:(OC) Isabel Smith/Emerald
Colin O'donoghue: Killian Jones/Diamond/Lucca White
Jeremy Irons: Ricardo Montenegro
Henry Cavill: Park Davidson
Robert Carlyle: Mr. Gold
Jared Gilmore: Henry Davidson
Josh Dallas: David Nolan
Christie Laign: Marian of Locksley
You'll also notice some major changes on everyone's storyline but some habits die hard so you'll notice from time to time important things of the OUAT characters.
A/N2: this story was based on a Chilean soap opera originally called "Mujeres de lujo" (I took the base story line and some major fact but also I plan on making some minor and huge changes there) so it's not mine nor is Once Upon a Time or it's characters.
Don't like it don't read it. But hopefully you'll like it. If you do please let me now. I need to know if it's worth continuing or not.
Luxury Women Part I
I'm 34 years old. I've got two lives, three names and only one love that ripped me apart completely.
I used the only thing that I had left.
My body.
I put price to it, I put it on sale and I used it as an exchange coin.
I chose to survive. To rise and live thanks to my body.
I bought myself a new life.
I escaped the pain and only found comfort on luxury.
Maybe it was time for me and others to realize that not everything that shines is gold.
Barcelona 2014
REGINA'S POV
It was a very beautiful not annoyingly hot summer day at my mansion's spa. There was a lovely wind playing around with my clothes and hair. And only God knows how much I love that wind and how much I would miss it when the obnoxious summer arrived. Everyday with that hot air that made you sweat just by thinking about it. It made the job more exhausting. But with the wind I felt finally free.
I invited some of my friends that work for the same company as I do over so we could have a party that we so richly deserve. Because, let's face it. Good and hardworking people must be rewarded in some way.
My friends were the ones with the color and flower names. They have been working here for less time than me.
The colors were the rocky girls. The inexperienced girls of the company like Red, Blue, Violet and Pink.
Then we have the flower girls. The second most experienced girls that have been working for five years or so like Rose, Hazel and Jasmin.
And lastly we have my kind. The gemstones. Which are the girls that are most requested at the company.
We are very few and hand picked girls and we teach the new girls all they need to know to succeed on the business.
It's a very exhausting work but the pay is worth it.
The party was almost over because the working day was about to begin and I had to get ready for my first VIP client. A very sweet and attractive 37 year old book writer that grew fond of me.
He tells me I'm his muse. And I am more than happy to contribute to his job. Even more when I know that he has written more than one book about me and his fulfilled fantasies that has become a best seller.
So as much as I love how the cold water soothes my body I get out of the pool and Raphael comes over and hands me a towel.
Thank you — I tell him receiving the towel and covering my body with it. Not quite ashamed of it at all but the wind was making its appearance again. I take a deep breath and close my eyes feeling my face colder as the wind carefully caressed my slightly wet face. Enjoying the feeling of it that doesn't last long enough.
Hello beautiful — he says as I softly pat the towel all over my body.
Hello — I respond sedictively.
I've sent Troy to buy you new clothes and he came back with a few — Raphael said handing me a silk robe to cover my now dry and naked form — you need to get ready soon, love. The boss is looking for you.
The boss? — I said frightened.
The boss. That's the only man a working girl of this company should be afraid of.
Last time a flower went to see Ricardo Montenegro she never came back and was replaced by 'a rising color' that had enough experience to be a flower.
That guy was the richest man you will ever encounter. And one of the most dangerous too.
You don't have to be scared at all, love — Raphael told me reassuringly — Ricardo fancies you quite much and you do your job perfectly fine.
So you have no idea why he is actually searching for me then — I told him as we started to walk through the mansion to my room.
Well... — he said trying to come up with some great belieable lie. He couldn't — no clue.
Thanks for the great information you've provided me with — I told him sarcastically messing with him a little just before I decide to enter to my dressing room and pick a black elegant dress to wear.
That's one of the big differences between the jewels and the colors and flowers. They didn't get that there was no need to look like a street girl to be seductive. This scorer service was all about elegance and seduction itself. The more fancy you looked, the more VIP clients fancied you.
I took a nice shower and got ready. Put some elegant golden eye makeup and some wine rouge on and got out of the bathroom.
Wasn't the boss with a flower? What's her name again... Tulip? Lily? — I asked Raphael curiously.
He's probably done with her by now and we should arrive there quickly if you don't warn him angry at you — Raphael said to me and we started to move through Ricardo's office.
Raphael Richardson was my only real friend. He was really protective of me, and that can be something really conflictive on this job.
He's like a big brother and I don't know what would I do without him.
Continue living. Yes.
Moving on. Maybe.
Forgetting him. Never.
That's probably why people can hurt me badly. I care too much about the people I grow fond of and I never forget.
Do I have to cancel my appointment with my client? — I ask him as we continue walking to Ricardo's office.
I already did, love — he tells me sweetly. — you have a lot to talk with Ricardo. It'll take a long time.
And just how do you know that? — I ask him stopping right in front of him and turning around so I can confront him fave to face.
Because I love taking my time with my girls, especially the ones that I cherish the most — the only person I fear said on his deep voice that came from barely a feet behind me. I find myself suddenly frozen in place when I feel his hand on my lower back — how is the most beautiful and incorruptible of all my jewels?
Did you called only for making me flush? — I said trying (and succeeding) to not look tense faking my loveliest and most seductive smile — you are a very busy man — I said greeting him with a kiss on the lips as he asked me for since we met.
I brought you here to propose you something that's going to change your mind, my Sapphire — he told me grabbing me from the waist and pulling me onto him strongly and roughly. I respond to the gesture with another charming smile and I tease him with a kiss.
"I have to make him believe that I'm not afraid of him" that's what I always tell him. And that's when I notice a red stain on the collar of his white shirt.
Is that blood? — I ask myself and try to regain composure
California 2014
ROBIN'S POV
I walk with my beautiful fiancé hand in hand through the cementery of the city in a comfortable silence.
It is a sunny day and the birds fly among us singing soft lullabies. But not even those can soothe me.
I find myself sweating, not a secondary symptom of being walking for over two hours over concrete with a suit, (because it was not that hot) I was anxious. And I could not avoid the lovely thought of finding her on the mausoleum waiting for me.
Such a childish wish. But I can't bring myself to believe that she is really left. That she isn't here anymore. That she left me.
That she left me here alone and she took our son with her.
Suddenly the thoughts that were turning him fastly into a mad man were interrupted by the soft voice of my soon to be wife standing now in front of me.
My love — she says caressing my hand with his thumb — I will stay here.
I don't think that this is really necessary, Marian — I say trying to convince her of what is not true. Because I truly need this but I don't want to push it. I don't want to push her. And I don't want to say goodbye to the beautiful woman I lost either.
My love... — she sighs sweetly and lets go of my hand only for it to caress my cheek — of course it's necessary. You need to say goodbye to her. To let her go. So you can finally move on, my Robin.
I try to contain my tears because I truly don't want to get over her so I look elsewhere.
Here — she says to me as she handles me a bouquet of white roses with the lastest picture that was taken of her. — I will wait for you on our ceremony, is that okay?
More than okay — I said to her and with that I make a sincere smile appear on her face. I kiss her goodbye and continue my walk, now alone through the cementery.
Barcelona 2014
REGINA'S POV
You've got a wine stain on you collar, my love — I said to him hiding the rack that I believe otherwise and trying to make myself to believe the lie I just told.
Oh — he exclaims holding onto her a little tighter and his hand on her lower back going lower. — how rude of me to come into your magnificent presence stained like this? How embarrassing! It's probably wine — he lied to me and I can't avoid to feel disgusted by the fact that he is patting my ass.
Think of him as another client Regina — I said to myself — you don't want your head killed off do you?
Anyhow — he continued like nothing had happened — the reason why I called you was because I want to make you a Madame of a club. That's one proposal you can't reject.
Madame? — I say incredulously. Me?! A Madame?!
You will be the youngest Madame of the famous Clubs of Ricardo Montenegro — he said proud of every word he was pronouncing.
Ricardo! — I say truly satisfied, happy an excited about the idea of it — that's a lot of money you make there. More than here! — I say. Sometimes I can't bring myself to believe how much I've changed. Before I didn't care about money, but since I didn't have anything to fight for, money transformed itself into my favorite incentive. My only fuel besides luxury. — and from which one? Miami? Rio? France? — I said getting more and more excited.
Those clubs have already got their Madame — he said happy with my sudden mood change — it's a new club that's being settled and finished right about now that hasn't had the pleasure do knowing the services that offer Ricardo Montenegro's girls. It's the second Jewel Club in the world and the sixth Club of mine that's been settled ever. I've selected personally the bests of my jewels. They'll arrive from all places to put themselves into you command for starters one complete year. Willing to grant each of the fantasies that might have the most demanding of customers. The new club will surpass every other club. It will be the temple of lust, sex, luxury and the place where all fantasies come true and will be baptized in your honor.
The Sapphire Club? — I asked him my arms around his neck.
The Sapphire Club: Jewels of Passion — he said to me pulling me even closer -if that's possible- and kissing me roughly.
California 2014
ROBIN'S POV
Every step was harder to take and every breath was heavier to inhale.
I don't even notice that I'm standing in front of the mausoleum until feel the gate that I'm so strongly gripping hurting my hand making it bleed.
I never thought that this moment would arrive someday — I say to the mausoleum. I say to her — today I'm marrying Marian — I say as I start to cry don't even caring if someone's is around. The pain is so blinding that I find myself on my knees on the stairs of the mausoleum. — she has been the only person that has contained me and supported me since I lost you. But I'm never going to forget you, my love. My love. Never. Neither you nor our son. — I say looking up and trying to stop more tears from falling. Feeling even more pain as I fail miserably — Wherever you are.
A/N3: if you liked it please tell me so because I don't want to continue a story that you guys don't want to read.
Hope you enjoyed and have a great week^^
