AaronAs I waited for Rebecca to come out of the bathroom, a mix of complex emotions overtook me. She was taking longer than usual, and I found myself wondering why I was still lying there as if waiting for her. I shook my head, mentally scolding myself. We weren’t a couple, we didn’t have that kind of connection. It was just an arrangement, a business deal between us. I got up from the bed as if it were on fire and started gathering my clothes scattered across the floor. I dressed hurriedly, not caring much about aesthetics. A growing unease took hold of me for giving in to the temptation to sleep with Rebecca even after I realized she was still a virgin. But what was done couldn’t be undone. I just hoped that our one encounter had resulted in the conception of Leonel Bauman’s long-awaited heir. With my hand on the door handle, I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Should I leave quietly while Rebecca is still in the bathroom? Or should I wait to say goodbye? It se
RebeccaI had been in the bathroom for quite a while, reflecting on everything that had happened. However, I couldn’t stay there forever, so I took a long shower to clear my mind, put on a fluffy robe, and finally went back to the bedroom. I still wasn’t sure how to proceed, but to my relief, Aaron was no longer there. A feeling told me he had already left the apartment.I took a deep breath, resigned to the situation. It was better this way, after all, we had made a clear agreement from the start. This wasn’t a relationship like the others. It was a business deal, a cold and calculated transaction. My part now was to hope that this one night would be enough to conceive Aaron’s much-desired heir.As I pondered what to do next, my phone rang. I checked the caller ID a
AxelI felt tormented by memories of the first night in Santorini, but I couldn’t recall everything. The information I had about that night all came from other people. I went back to the same club every day I was in Santorini, but I never found the same woman with whom I had shared a passionate night. Not that I was capable of remembering her, but I was always alongside Fred, the only one who had seen her, so he could alert me to the girl's presence.Anton and I were back at the club that night, and he commented on the fact that I wasn't drinking."You're holding back today, huh?" Anton said, raising an eyebrow as he took a sip of his beer. "After the drinking spree on the first day,
PietraThe morning started like any other. I woke up early, followed my usual routine, and dropped Isaque off at school before heading to the diner where I worked. The atmosphere was calm, with a few regular customers enjoying the end of the breakfast hour. Mirella, a frequent patron who always came in later due to her night shift, took her usual spot near the counter."Good morning, Pietra! How are you today?" Mirella asked with her warm smile as I prepared her coffee."Good morning, Mirella! I'm doing well, thank you. And you? How was your night at work?" I replied, trying to maintain a light demeanor despite the exhaustion I felt.Our conversation flowed naturally, as it did every day. But then my phone rang, interrupt
PietraWhen the doorbell rang, my heart nearly stopped. I opened the door to find Mirella standing there, her expression serious but resolute.“We need to talk,” she said, stepping inside.A chill ran down my spine as I followed her to the living room, where we sat down.“What I’m about to propose isn’t easy,” she began, looking directly into my eyes. “But if you’re truly willing to do anything to get the money, this might work.”I held my breath, bracing myself for the proposal that could change our lives—for better or worse. Mirella then revealed the truth she had so carefully kept hidden.“Pietra, I work
AaronTwelve days after sleeping with Rebecca, Eric took her for an HCG test to confirm if she was pregnant. He said it would already be possible to get an accurate result. I was in my office, buried in work and trying to push away those troubling memories when Paolla walked in, bringing the news I feared most. “The test came back negative,” she said, her voice heavy with tension. “Damn it!” I cursed, frustration consuming me. I knew what that meant: I would have to sleep with Rebecca again. My rational side screamed that this wasn’t a
RebeccaWhen Eric called to tell me Aaron was coming to meet me again, I felt a knot in my stomach, accompanied by an emotion I was ashamed to admit: excitement. I’d spent these past days replaying the moments we shared, and knowing it would happen again made me both nervous and anxious.I took a shower, letting the warm water calm me a little, then applied lotion all over my body, now painfully aware of what was about to happen. Opening the wardrobe, I sifted through the clothes I had bought with the card Eric gave me and chose a tight dress with a plunging neckline. I had bought it with Aaron in mind.I slipped into the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. The reflection showed a provocative, attractive woman. For a moment, I almost liked what I saw. But then I scolded myself. What I was about to do had nothing to do with se
AaronI walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me before stepping under the strong stream of water. I hoped to wash away the madness of what I had just done.Rebecca was a temptation I didn’t feel strong enough to resist. Every touch, every moment with her, pulled me deeper under her spell—and that was dangerous.I needed to recharge, in every sense, before stepping back into the battlefield. Paolla and Eric had been right: one time wasn’t enough to achieve my objective. What they didn’t realize, however, was that one time also wasn’t enough for me—but in a completely different way.Lost in thought, I scrubbed my body harder than necessary. Facing away from the bathroom door, enclosed in the glass shower, I felt the unmistakable sensation of som
AxelLying on the poolside lounger, I felt the sun warming my skin, but my mind was far away, lost in thoughts that had been tormenting me since the night before. I couldn’t stop thinking about Aaron’s expression. It was obvious that my older brother wasn’t happy, even though everyone around him seemed to believe otherwise.Grandpa was simply ecstatic about the idea of a great-grandchild on the way. For the patriarch, this meant the continuation of the lineage and, perhaps, his final mission as the head of the Baumann family. Anton? He was too smitten with Pietra to notice anything wrong with Aaron, blind to everything happening around him. And Anneliese? She was relieved, satisfied that the "dirty work" of providing an heir to the family no longer fell on her shoulders.I, however, was wa
PaollaI woke up that Sunday morning wrapped in a wave of happiness that seemed to engulf me. The dinner at the Baumann mansion the previous night had been a success, at least for me. Aaron, on the other hand, was apathetic and listless, but that didn’t bother me in the slightest. I knew he was simply following the plan, and that was all that mattered to me.Our relationship was lukewarm and lifeless, and the lack of an active sex life between us wasn’t a concern anymore. As long as I knew Aaron wasn’t seeing the girl carrying his child, I could sleep peacefully. And thanks to Eric, I was certain of that.It had been a struggle to convince Eric, but he finally relented and hired someone to follow Aaron’s every move. I needed to know every step he took, and the reports I’d received in the past few days were e
AaronDays had passed since my last meeting with Rebecca, but it felt as if time had stood still. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Being near Paolla had become a silent torture, a façade I maintained purely out of obligation. Rebecca consumed my thoughts, dominating my mind in a way that left me restless and agitated, like a caged lion.Keeping it all bottled up was becoming unbearable. I wanted to confide in Eric, my best friend, but something held me back. It wasn’t shame—perhaps it was fear. Fear of admitting aloud that my world was upside down. I, Aaron, always so controlled, was now at the mercy of emotions I couldn’t understand, let alone control.And then there was Paolla. She had been pressuring me more and more to announce her false pregnancy. The excuses were running out, and I knew I couldn’t delay much longer. Our agreement was tacit, an almost silent alliance between us. We both knew what was at stake. The plan we had devised had materialized in the form of the baby Re
PietraAs Anton carried me in his arms, taking me to my room, the reality of what was about to happen hit me with overwhelming force. My mind was racing, torn between reason and desire, but my heart and my body had already made up their minds. I knew this was sheer madness, that tomorrow I might regret everything, but right now, I didn’t want to run away anymore. With every kiss, every touch, something inside me was breaking. I had been building barriers for so long, trying to protect myself from being hurt again, from trusting someone like Anton, who had always gotten everything he wanted. But now, with him so close, so intense, it seemed impossible to keep resisting. As he gently laid me down on the bed, a part of me whispered that this was nothing more than a game to him, a challenge that would soon lose its appeal once he got what he wanted. But another part—a part I was starting to hear more clearly—said there was something more there. The way he looked at me as if I were mor
AntonWhen Pietra stepped back, giving me space to enter, I could see the nervousness written all over her face. She tried to hide it, offering me a seat, but the hesitation in her voice was unmistakable. I gave her a small smile but didn’t sit. There was a tension in the air, a tangible energy between us, and sitting felt wrong. Staying on my feet, and maintaining that closeness, was what I wanted.The way she looked at me, the way her body reacted—trying but failing to maintain the emotional distance she worked so hard to protect—told me everything.I moved closer slowly, careful not to overwhelm her, but unable to resist the pull. My fingers found her hair, twisting a strand gently between them without thinking.When I said I missed her, I meant it. She didn’t reply
PietraI spent the entire weekend with Andressa at the hospital, observing every small improvement and feeling a growing sense of relief. Anton, always surprising, made video calls so that Andressa and I could see Isaque. Every time I saw my brother’s carefree smile, I knew he was in good hands, and it gave me a peace of mind I didn’t expect. Anton kept surprising me in the best ways. Andressa, always sharp and cheerful, brought up Anton. She had been watching everything closely and said with a smile: “He really seems to be in love with you, Pietra. Why don’t you give him a chance?”
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