PietraI was in the kitchen, finishing the last preparations for dinner, when I heard the door to the living room open. I immediately recognized the sound, but the excited smile that Andressa brought with her was new. I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, curious to know the reason for all her enthusiasm." Did something happen that I don’t know about?" I asked, trying to contain my smile at seeing her radiant expression. Andressa didn’t wait a second to share the news: " I got the part-time job at the store near home!" she announced, her words overflowing with joy. I felt a mixture of pride and relief for her. At eighteen, and just starting her journalism course, it was a big step to balance work and studies. I celebrated with her: " That’s wonderful!" I cheered, happy with the news. "Now go wash your hands so we can have dinner while Isaque is still awake." Andressa immediately obeyed, and soon we were sitting at the table in our small kitchen. Dinner was peaceful, a mom
AntonThe first thing that crossed my mind when I woke up was the memory of my encounter with Pietra. I had tossed and turned in bed for a long time before finally managing to fall asleep the night before, her face still fresh in my mind. I got up, feeling the need to do something that would distract me from that constant loop of thoughts. I checked the clock and realized it was already past ten in the morning, a normal time for me to wake up. After a quick shower, I got dressed and headed down to the ground floor of the house, where the dining room was located—the place where my family usually had breakfast. No one was there, which was also something that happened often. My grandparents would have breakfast together before Leonel headed to the Baumann Industries headquarters, while Grandma always found something to keep herself busy. Looking through the glass window that took up the entire wall of the dining room, I saw Berenice in the garden, tending to some flowers. “Good mor
AntonTwo days later, I arrived at my grandparents’ mansion a little after one o’clock and found them in the living room.“Hi, son! I thought you were still in Camboriú,” my grandmother commented with surprise.“Tony had work commitments, and we decided to come back early,” I explained.With a deep sigh, I sat on the sofa close to where Grandma was.“Is something going on, Anton? You seem worried.”I hesitated for a moment but ultimately decided to share what I was feeling. My grandmother is an exceptional person, and we have a close relationship.
AntonI spent the day locked in my room, consumed by unbearable irritation. My mind was a chaos of thoughts, each more disturbing than the last. I couldn't believe Anneliese had told me about the farewell party and how I had been rejected by Pietra. And Axel, of course, had taken that opportunity to tease me about it.I understood that Anneliese had a hard time keeping secrets, especially from us, her brothers. But she could have controlled herself, at least about that story. Pietra’s rejection was a wound I wasn’t ready to expose, especially not in the face of Axel’s mockery.Axel. My anger toward him grew with each passing minute. I knew he had been bitter and resentful since what happened with Priscila. But that didn’t give him the right to try to dest
KimberlyOn that last day of vacation in Santorini, I was determined to make the most of it before returning to my life in London. My sister Kathleen and I decided to go out and enjoy the night on the Greek island. It was our last chance to have fun before going back to our routine. As we danced to upbeat songs in one of the famous local taverns, I felt enveloped by the contagious energy of the night and let the music guide me, my feet leading my movements. With each step, I dove deeper into the joy and freedom of the moment. The vibrant atmosphere of the island is intoxicating. “Do you see that man?” I asked my older sister. “I see a lot of men” she joked “Maybe double the amount in this club.” I quickly caught her joke and laughed a lot. Maybe I was seeing everything double too, but I didn’t care. I needed this vacation badly, and accepting Kathleen’s invitation to leave London for a few days was the best thing I had done. “I’m talking about that tall, handsome guy with da
AxelThe drink had already taken control of most of my actions, but I could still rationalize a little amidst what was happening around me. The woman across the huge hall continued to stare at me unabashedly. Although I knew how impossible it was, every time I met her gaze, a certainty grew within me: that was Priscila, my ex-wife. The physical characteristics were the same: long, curly blonde hair, short stature, and a curvy body. However, due to the distance between us, I couldn’t say for sure. When the woman approached, I sincerely believed she was my ex-wife. Her green eyes and mannerisms were frighteningly similar to Priscila's. The drink had completely clouded my perception of things. I decided to get even closer to see her better. Now, face to face with her and her firm assertion that she wasn’t Priscila, I was no longer sure of anything, except that I needed to kiss her. How can I want to kiss that girl when she reminds me so much of Priscila? I crossed the thin line b
KimberlyUpon arriving at the hotel where I was staying with my sister, I collapsed on the couch, still dazed by how quickly I agreed to follow a stranger to his hotel room and, even more concerning, by the way, he seemed tormented by another woman. The only possible conclusion: he used me.As I handed over my lamentations again, I heard the bathroom door open and turned my attention to my sister."Finally, you’re back!" she said, sounding irritated "I was really worried about you, Kimberly.""But I told you I was spending the night with the guy from the club," I pointed out, not wanting to continue that subject "We have little time until our flight back home. We’d better hurry."
AaronI can’t believe what I’m about to do. My heart races inside my chest, a mix of excitement and nerves. But I won’t back down. I have a goal in mind, and I’ll do whatever it takes to achieve it.I arrive at the apartment Eric had indicated and stop in front of the number on the door. It takes me a moment before I ring the doorbell, my finger hesitating over the button. But soon I decided to go through with it. There’s no room for doubt now. I need to get this done as quickly as possible.The door opens slowly, and Eric is there, a satisfied smile on his face, completely inappropriate for the moment. He gives me a nod and lets me in, closing the door behind me.“I'm glad you made it. I thought y
RebeccaWhen the doorbell rang early in the morning, a jolt of nervousness coursed through my body. Aaron. For some reason, I knew it was him. It was an almost instinctive feeling that made me scold myself for being so foolish. Who could predict a visit like this so early? But opening the door and seeing Aaron there, surprise enveloped me. Even though my thoughts were constantly with him, seeing him there, in the flesh, shook me.Aaron was standing in front of me, with an expression that mixed anxiety and determination. He wore a light blue shirt that highlighted his eyes, and his hair was slightly tousled as if he had run his hands through it many times."Aaron? What are you doing here so early?" I asked, uncertain about how to react to his presence. My heart was pounding, and I felt a lump form in my
AaronI was exhausted when I returned home. I had finally achieved the goal I had been relentlessly pursuing, and soon, I would give Leonel Baumann the long-awaited great-grandchild. Yet, I didn’t feel the happiness I thought I would.The circumstances were bitter. All day, I had avoided thinking about coming home and the inevitable encounter with Paolla. I knew she would be waiting for me, as she did every night, with a smile on her face that had become almost ritualistic.When the door opened, there she was, sitting in the living room, scrolling through her latest high-tech smartphone, wearing that rehearsed smile.“How was your day at work, dear?” she asked, trying to sound casual.I replied mechanically that it had been a bus
AaronThe morning at the office followed its usual course as I tried to focus on an important report, but my mind kept wandering to troubling thoughts. The weight of lies and expectations was becoming unbearable.Suddenly, I heard a growing murmur, followed by firm footsteps approaching. I looked up and saw Leonel, my grandfather, standing in the doorway. A wave of tension washed over me. He never personally visited anyone's office; it was always people who went to his office—referred to in the halls as the "emperor's room."“Aaron, we need to talk,” he said, stepping in and closing the door behind him.His voice, though firm, carried a tone of seriousness that heightened my alertness.“Of course, Grandpa. Please, have a se
AntonOn Saturday morning, the first thing I did after waking up was prepare to go to Pietra’s house, as I had promised the night before. After the dinner I made for her — a light pasta that, fortunately, she agreed to eat — I felt more at ease. I had made sure she was eating, something she had been neglecting for days due to her worry about Andressa.As I was descending the stairs of the mansion to leave, I ran into Anneliese. She looked at me with that knowing smile she always wore when she knew I was involved in something serious. “Going to Pietra’s house?” she asked, already knowing the answer. “
PietraDespite the doctor’s words that the surgery was a success, four days after the procedure, Andressa still hadn’t woken up, and I was on the edge of collapse. With each passing minute, the anguish consumed me more. Anton was trying to stay by my side, offering support, his face reflecting the same worry I felt, even when I pushed him to return to his life and work. He barely knew Andressa, having seen my sister only twice, but his care was genuine. I felt grateful that he and Anneliese were trying to be a part of this, supporting me. Mirella was also by my side whenever she could, and that gave me some strength, even though, inside, I was falling apart.On Friday, after another exhausting day at the hospital, I felt like a rag. I had visited Andressa in the ICU, but nothing seemed to change, and the helplessness was eating me alive. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally. When Anton showed up at the hospital, ready to take me home after work, the last thing I had was the en
AaronThe night I slept at Rebecca’s apartment seems to have drastically changed my life. Paolla had become a completely different woman from the one I was used to, and it unsettled me. She was more loving, trying to please me in ways she never had before. Each affectionate gesture, every attempt to get closer, only seemed to widen the gap between us.Rebecca wouldn’t leave my thoughts. Pretending everything was fine with Paolla was becoming increasingly difficult. I started spending even more time at the office—not out of a willingness to work but as a way to avoid my wife and the guilt I felt.I also began visiting my grandparents more often, something I’d rarely done before. Previously, I only had dinner with them once a week, but that week alone, I’d gone to the Baumann mansion three times.On Friday, after the family dinner ended, Ettore, who had also been present, seized the moment as we were leaving the mansion to question me. He was a trusted man, always taking care of the fam
AntonI sat down next to Pietra and held her hand tightly. She tried to pull away at first, perhaps to avoid any gesture of comfort, but I didn't let go. I felt terrible. In the last few hours, all the pieces had started to fall into place, and the guilt hit me hard.I remembered the day I found out that Pietra was working as a luxury escort. At the time, I had been petty and superficial, making judgments that I was now ashamed of. I never imagined that she was facing something as serious as her sister's surgery. I had no idea how serious the situation was.I looked at Anneliese, who was standing a little further away, watching everything in silence. She was the one who had opened my eyes earlier. She had gone to the Baumann Industries headquarters, demanding to know why I wasn't by Pietra's side at such a crucial moment.
PietraMonday morning, the tension in the house was palpable, and my nerves felt almost unbearable. I tried to keep calm and project strength for my sister, but inside, I was on the verge of breaking. Every movement felt heavier, as though the weight of what lay ahead had settled squarely on my shoulders.Even with my chaotic thoughts, I stuck to my daily routine. I dropped Isaque off at school, where he would stay until the afternoon. The thought that I might not be back in time to pick him up haunted me, but thankfully, Mirella, always ready to lend a hand, had offered to pick him up and stay at my house until I returned. Her generosity left me speechless. I didn’t know how to thank her for this support in such a challenging moment.Although I wouldn’t be able to stay with Andressa during her postoperative recovery, I was determined to be by her side until the very last moment before her surgery and to wait until the procedure was over. I needed to be there, to feel like I was doing
PietraThe Sunday at the Baumann house was turning out to be a completely different experience from anything I could have imagined. Anton’s grandparents, Berenice and Leonel, had surprised me from the start. They were kind, and welcoming, and treated both me and my siblings as if we had always been part of the family, without any distinction. It was something I hadn’t expected. I grew up attending expensive private schools on scholarships, surrounded by the elite. I knew all too well how snobbish and cruel these people could be. I had suffered quite a bit from prejudice over the years, but I learned to deal with it because I never expected anything different. I was prepared for disdain and condescension, but what I found at the Baumanns' house was the opposite. For years, I had formed a mental image of Berenice and Leonel, and they were completely shattering those impressions.After lunch, around one in the afternoon, I was surprised by the appearance of Anneliese. She was known to b