Mariana is puzzled by the sudden change in James' expression. She puts the bowl of cereal aside and turns completely to him, feeling a mixture of curiosity and anxiety."What is it?" she asks, her voice revealing a slight tremor of expectation.James scratches the back of his neck, looking away for a moment before fixing his eyes on hers."I... I don't even know how to say this to you, but... Look. First of all I want to apologize to you.""Apology for what?""For being quiet all this time. For not...being totally clear."Mariana raises one of her eyebrows. James has always been quite eloquent, having worked in journalism for much of his life, but there and now the man seemed to be a shy student presenting a poster to the rest of the class."What are you talking about? Did something happen?""Yes. Yes, it happened. And... I'm sorry.""But I should apologize to you for what? For you nott telling me sooner, or for what happened, whatever it is?""Both."Mariana puts her hands on her wai
Mariana bites her lip, trying in vain to calm down and understand things. Then, in a breath of her voice, the girl says:"Yes."That simple answer seems to turn on a flickering light on James' face, who was surely hoping for a negative. Subtly, the man strokes Mariana's rosy cheeks, with all the delicacy in the world. She snuggles into his touch, but her eyes are still curious, dazzled by the discovery and the surprise that still gripped her."James," she murmurs.The man's nose brushes against hers as he slowly brushes his own lips against hers.The kiss is quite sweet, soft and whispery, like the spring breeze on flowers.Every touch, every snap, and every movement is subtle and not at all disrespectful, as if James was pondering that the time was not right for that passion to be fully demonstrated.Mariana opens her eyes and frowns as she places her hand on her own belly."The baby kicked," she says in surprise, smiling immediately afterwards."That's good. I always knew he liked
Sitting at his own office desk, Maxmilian Philips swallowed his cigar and put it in the ashtray, staring at the computer in front of him. A knock on the door sounded. "Hello, sir. I brought you some water and coffee."And of course, that was Michelle, who even after all the confusion and eventual death of Mariana, was still in office.Max just stared at her and thanked her with his eyes as he clicked and typed.The woman with red hair tied up in a bun, social uniform, and lips painted crimson felt the icy stare of her own boss, but said nothing. Propping the tray on the table, she took the opportunity to examine her lover further."He's so tense. Are you still sad about the death of your ex-wife?"Maxmilian's dark eyes almost pierced through her."Michelle, I'll let you ponder the question itself rather than answer it."Shocked, the secretary puts one of her hands on her waist."Why are you talking to me that way? I haven't done anything to you.""Of course. I'm sorry, Michelle."The
!James flips through the newspaper page, sighs, and puts it back on the nightstand next to the bed. Mariana, who is reading a book, notices the obvious disturbance in the man."What's wrong?""The lack of news is driving me crazy, to say the least.""We knew it would take some time for Daniel to find out everything he could to help us. His absence is a good sign.""Do you really think so?""I do.""Well, I think we're too confident, and something terrible has probably happened to that detective. You know our phone call was tapped, and the police in this town already know who we are. We're trapped."Mariana sets the book aside and places her hand on her belly."I thought you were a little more confident than that.""And I was. But...""But?"Initially, James says nothing, just stares at a fixed point on the wall.Mariana insists, "But?""But it's been two weeks since we last had contact with him. And so far, we haven't received a single sign of life.""Don't be silly. What about the s
"Are you not going to invite me in?" Maxmilian's brother asks, opening a charming and inviting smile. But his eyes showed anything but happiness.Still in shock, all James can do is take two steps back and make room for the man to pass.Mariana comes out of the room to see what's happening and immediately stops in her tracks. Before she can say anything, her ex-brother-in-law goes straight to her."Well, well, well. My dear sister-in-law."He looks her up and down, paying particular attention to her nightgown, and raises his eyebrows."You look fine.""What do you want?" James asks, closing the door and crossing his arms shortly after."Aren't you even going to offer me some water? A coffee?""Get to the point," Mariana also crosses her arms, trying her best not to show fear. "What happened? Why did you come here?""In case you haven't noticed, my dear," he places two fingers under the woman's chin, "you're not the one in charge here.""Let her go!" James makes a move towards Maxwell,
As James packs his bags, he paces back and forth as if he wanted to grab Maxwell's neck with his own hands. Sitting on the bed, trembling and still unable to believe the worst news she could receive, Mariana simply intertwines her hands and gazes at some invisible point on the wall.With crossed arms leaning against the bedroom doorway, Isabella's youngest son stares at the curly-haired man as if he knows his true violent intentions. Then he turns his gaze to Mariana."You suddenly became so quiet. What's wrong? Don't you like the moving plans?"There is scorn and mockery in his voice. The girl looks away, as if she could ignore his presence."Please, leave her alone," James pleads, still finishing up Mariana's things."And what did I do? It was just a simple question."As if the journalist's patience was wearing thin, which it was, James stops what he's doing, stands up, and coldly stares at Maxwell for a few seconds before speaking:"Mariana had a recent bleeding, and we received de
Maximilian Philips looks from side to side before entering the dark building at the end of the street, its glass doors preventing any curious onlookers from seeing what goes on inside.As expected, as soon as he takes the first steps on the dirty and dusty ground floor, two menacing brutes approach him, not seeming very inclined to ask before striking."Your boss summoned me," he says as a greeting, raising his hands in the air. One of them holds a small envelope."What's the password?" one of the brutes asks."Great White Shark."Seconds of silence.The other brute, who could very well be the twin of the first, juts his chin to appear larger and superior. He snatches the envelope from Maximilian's still-raised hands and opens it rudely.After counting the hundred-dollar bills, he signals to the other man, who starts frisking Maximilian from top to bottom. The entire operation takes less than twenty seconds."He's clean," Security One growls, as Maximilian mentally decides to call him
The entire journey is silent, tense, and absolutely terrifying.Not because Mariana has been attacked or frightened by Maxwell; in fact, the driver and now the new watchdog didn't even look at her while driving the black sedan with equally dark tinted windows.But knowing that James was officially out of the game, even if he claimed to have a plan, was a terrible sign that they wouldn't easily escape from that impasse.The only thing that gave her a glimmer of hope, albeit not much, was knowing that Daniel, somewhere, was gathering as much information as possible about the woman's ex-husband and, of course, uncovering any connections it might have with Isabelle and Maxwell.It was almost dusk when the man made a turn onto the dirt road, entering a partially hidden terrain surrounded by lush trees and the surrounding landscape.The approaching house appears quite large, albeit strategically camouflaged. All Mariana can see is the garage gate approaching, along with the windows with clo