I didn’t have the heart to go home after that catastrophe. I knew that my father needed some time to get his head together since the way everything happened wasn’t the best. I needed some time, too... I think we all did.
I’ve been lying in Julian’s bed since I woke up. I feel weak as if my body is weighed down. I move from side to side, looking for a little more comfort that might ease my sadness, but even staring at an empty spot in the room, I keep remembering the moment I saw Julian on the floor and my father about to punch him. I don’t need to close my eyes; that scene has tormented me even when I’m awake.Yes, I always knew that my crush on Julian wouldn’t please my father, and I tried to hide my feelings from everyone; after all, it was just an unrequited love... until he kissed me on my 19th birthday… Silly me, I thought things would change... But when we arrived at the penthouse in Madrid, my father was already there.I still remember the quick strangeness that hunNova York — Seven years before.New York is truly incredible, just as Mom described it. The one time she came here was enough to mark her memory. I never understood why she was so fond of this city, but I have come to understand. The letter she left me, the one in my hands, tells everything she went through, how she searched for my father and his family tried to buy her silence... And how, even so, she traveled to New York only to find out about his recent engagement, with a baby in her belly, the fruit of a fling between young people with different burdens.And even though I’ve read it so many times, seeing the words in this perfect handwriting still makes me cry, [...] Maybe the two of us didn’t mean anything, but he gave me you, my angel. And I accepted his family’s proposal because it seemed like the best thing to do. He could get on with his life and the family he would build with that other girl, and I could get on with mine, just the two of u
Nova York — Seven years before.Mr. Adams drove me to a huge villa in his car, and I confess I didn’t believe there was such an incredible place beyond the buildings and the grey city. Surprisingly, there is plenty of green, especially in this residential neighborhood through which he drives, passing through large iron gates. The estate is so large that I’m surprised. I knew that my father was a wealthy man who came from an aristocratic family... but seeing it with my own eyes now gives me a chill in my stomach. When he parks the car, I start to hyperventilate. My hands are sweating, even with the intense cold that affects my body and makes me shiver. “Don’t worry, girl,” Mr. Adams says, catching my fearful eyes. “This isn’t the family home... it belongs to Mike alone.”Oh, that’s right, he’s read the letter and already knows what they think of me.I turn my eyes to the large classic mansion, its large pillars and windows, and the centuries-old trees that
Elisa and I met during the darkest period of my life. And she seemed like a light that brought warmth back to my body... It was a single night that changed my whole life... a memory I cherish, even though it reminds me of my powerlessness, of how I was a puppet in my parents’ hands.We talked about the past, about our pain. Elisa understood me; she also had lost the people she loved most. A lonely soul, but one who had learned to live in solitude, and her fire of life brought warmth to my body, to my soul.Elisa gave me everything I could ever want without me even dreaming of it. But my life wasn’t mine. Everything I was, had, and should be belonged to my family, to their whims. It was always my father’s absolute decree, my mother’s narcissism. What matters is the power obtained by influence, by the old money that moves this world. Everything perfectly aligned with the gears of society, just as my family wanted — an old family, old customs, and suffocating traditions t
When the sun rises with the start of another week, I feel an extreme sense of foreboding. It’s as if my body had already sensed a chill even before winter arrived. A terrible nausea forced me to look for a stomach medicine, but that didn’t do much good, as my intuition kept screaming in my head that the day would be tough.Things seem calmer with my father, but not between him and Julian... not that they’ve really tried to make any other contact. That worries me, honestly... I never wanted to shake their friendship, but I feel responsible for it now.Hah, I just hope this storm vanishes soon...Just like this discomfort of mine.For now, I just need to put on a smile and get through this day, dealing with the bomb that’s to come. However, the moment I arrive at the office — late because of the morning sickness, I sense a great tension in the air. The employees are gathered in small groups, spread around each other’s desks, chatting. Even when I arrive, they don’t dis
No... It can’t be.The photo on the laptop... Isn’t Laura?“The culprit is Grace Miller, 20 years old, from Nevada. She’s only been with the company a few months.” Jackson says, then turns his eyes to Julian, who is frowning.Honestly, I feel like I’ve been punched in the chest. I can’t believe it... Is Grace really the culprit?“No... It can’t be...” I mutter, my voice shaky and my eyes down. I look at my hands, feeling my stomach twist even more... But Jackson pays no attention to me; he simply sighs and says, “No mistake, Mr. Adams.”Julian is silent for a few moments, and then his heavy footsteps catch my ears. He’s walking to the door with a slightly closed expression, and I wish I knew what was going through his mind at the moment, even if I can’t even follow mine now. He opens the door and calls out loudly, his commanding voice shaking me, “Grace Mill
As soon as Jackson leaves the room, I let out the breath I hadn’t even noticed I’d been holding. I run my hand through my hair, brushing back the brown waves, and sigh. My anxious eyes go to Julian, who remains seated in complete silence. I still can’t read his expression, but somehow, I can imagine what’s going on in his mind... “You don’t believe that Grace is really behind this, do you?” I say slowly, and Julian finally rests his eyes on me. “Of course not.” He also sighs, relaxing his back on the chair. “But either way, she needs to be punished for starting all this.”“I believe her, Julian.”“I believe her too, but there’s nothing we can do... The only trace Jackson has found is of the first photo — the one Grace took.”“But how? I really don’t think she did it all by herself... How would she know about these inactive accounts? She h
Just as I said, I spent the day discreetly watching Laura.In fact, she didn’t even go near the I.T. floor or meet any of their staff. Curiously, her mood was also great, as if a burden had been lifted from her shoulders... And indeed, it has. I look at Tyler’s messages, the summary he sent me of what happened after I left the club with Julian... something I don’t regret, of course, but I wish I’d seen for myself.Tyler (Owner), Sunday 08:27 am:After you left, we stayed for another hour at most.Your friend Cathy stayed there, so I don’t think the girl suspected anything.I didn’t see any sign of Laura. I don’t know if she was there, but I stuck to the plan.I put the Grace girl in a cab, even though she asked if I couldn’t take her home.I think I did something interesting because she asked
When the cab finally pulled up next to a nice restaurant, I let out the breath I hadn’t even noticed I was holding. Julian pulls up a little behind, and we watch Laura get out and enter the establishment with elegance. It’s not a five-star restaurant, those extremely expensive ones with a specific type of customer, but it is elegant and modern. Unfortunately, there are no large windows that allow us to look inside, which makes me anxious and uncertain.I sigh, resting my back on the car seat... “Damn.” “At least you were right... She really did go to meet someone.” Julian says, tapping his thumb on the steering wheel.“But we won’t know who she’s meeting with...” I grumble with shrunken shoulders. “Should we go in?”Julian brings his hand up to my face and strokes it slowly, catching my fearful eyes... “Sure, why not? I’m hungry anyway.”I give him a bright smile and n