Anton
I watched as Pietra walked briskly toward the taxi, her legs moving with the urgency of someone eager to escape an uncomfortable situation. She climbed into the vehicle almost in a single motion, offering only a quick wave before the car drove away.
I sighed, still sensing traces of her presence in the air—a blend of perfume and mystery that left me intrigued. Pietra was an enigma I desperately wanted to solve, yet she maintained a barrier that felt impenetrable.
Still, the dinner that evening was a small victory for me. I managed to glean a few valuable details about her life, fragments of a puzzle starting to take shape in my mind.
I learned why Pietra hadn’t been able to continue her studies in London and about the weight of the respons
PietraI huffed in frustration as I ended the call with Anton. He always acts like the most important person on the planet. Just because he has no responsibilities, he assumes no one else does either. My thoughts were a whirlwind as I tried to focus on my work at the diner, but the anger distracted me every second. "Is everything okay at home, Pietra?" Grandma Maria’s gentle, concerned voice pulled me back to reality. "Is there a problem at home?" She always seemed to sense when something was bothering me. "Everything’s fine, Grandma Maria. My siblings are doing well," I replied, trying to ma
AntonDinner at my grandparents' house was better than I could have imagined. The tension in Pietra was palpable, but she carried herself with a dignity that only increased my admiration for her. My family also surprised me. Even my grandfather behaved courteously, without the usual pressure he often exerted on new acquaintances. That was a good sign. Leonel Baumann rarely had positive opinions about people he had just met.When dinner ended, I found myself in the car with Pietra beside me."Can I drive you home?" I asked, trying to sound casual.Pietra shook her head, her expression firm."No, thank you, Anton. I'd rather take a taxi.""Are you sure? It's late, and
RebeccaIt had been six consecutive nights that Aaron had come to my apartment, and I felt fulfilled and whole. The moments we spent together were precious, and I cherished them to the fullest. But deep down, I was trying to keep both feet on the ground. I knew Aaron had been coming to see me repeatedly for one reason: I was in my fertile period, and he needed to ensure that an heir would be "produced" during our passionate moments.I was young and, until recently, inexperienced when it came to sex, but I wasn't that naive. With easy access to information on the internet, I perfectly understood Eric's intention when he took me for some tests after my encounters with Aaron had not resulted in a pregnancy. Aaron wanted to make sure he wasn't wasting his time with me.Despite this, I had decided to take e
RebeccaAfter finishing dinner, Aaron stood up and, with a gentle gesture, helped me to do the same. "Thank you for dinner, Rebecca," he said with a sincere smile. "It was nothing, just some homemade food," I replied, once again trying to downplay the situation. "It was the best homemade food I’ve ever had," he stated, and before I could protest, he kissed me softly on the lips. Without warning, Aaron scooped me into his arms, making me squeal in surprise. He laughed at my reaction as he carried me toward the bedroom. "What are you doing?" I asked, laughing. "Now that we’re properly fed, I want to watch a movie with you," he said casually. "A movie?" I repeated, surprised.We had never done anything like that together. "What movie?" "I overheard my secretary talking about one with the office boy, and it got me curious," he explained. I felt excited at the idea of sharing a simple, intimate moment with Aaron, something I could treasure when we were no longer together. Once we re
PietraI had spent the entire week accompanying Andressa to specialist appointments and medical exams. I couldn’t work because I was taking care of Andressa, and Grandma Maria had to find someone to replace me at the diner since I was completely consumed by the situation. My sister’s surgery was scheduled for Monday, and the tension of waiting loomed over us like a heavy cloud.Anton hadn’t contacted me again since I declined his invitation to meet on Sunday. It stayed on my mind constantly. I couldn’t understand what was going through his head. Anton had paid a high price for his time with me, but he wasn’t acting the way I expected him to. Not that I was complaining—I wasn’t in any rush to fulfill my part of the deal—but his silence was strange.As the days went by without any news from Anton, a certain sadness and discouragement started to set in. I didn’t want to admit it, but I couldn’t help wondering why he disappeared. Maybe he had found another distraction, something more enjo
PietraI walked angrily toward Anton, who was leaning against the car with his phone in hand and a look that clearly indicated he’d been drinking. The situation irritated me deeply. “Are you insane? What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to keep my voice low to avoid drawing attention. “I needed to see you, Pietra. I had to know how you’re doing,” he said, stepping toward me, his movements slow and slightly uncoordinated.I glanced around, worried about curious eyes that might appear at any moment.
AaronI woke with a surprisingly good sense of relaxation. Opening my eyes, I saw Rebecca sleeping soundly in my arms. Her breathing was calm, serene. Not wanting to wake her, I stayed still for a few minutes, simply admiring her beauty. She felt like my girl—that’s how I thought of her. Mine. Only mine.But my rational side quickly scolded me. What am I still doing here? I had spent the night at Rebecca’s apartment, something entirely against my better judgment. I had one goal for being there, and I fulfilled that purpose with great effort. Too much effort, a betraying voice in my head reminded me.Again, reason intervened. None of that matters anymore. I did what needed to be done, and now it was time to get up and return to my normal routine.Carefully, I tried to remove
PaollaI woke up feeling a little disoriented that morning. I reached for my phone under my pillow and realized it was already past noon. Worrying about what Aaron might be doing alone on a Saturday started to gnaw at me, especially since I’d overslept. However, when I checked my phone, I saw a text message from Aaron saying he had gone to visit his grandparents. I sighed in relief.I remembered the night before with Eric. We had been taking full advantage of Aaron’s nightly absences to execute our plan at Rebecca’s apartment, and every night, Eric and I would relax at my house—specifically in the bed I shared with Aaron. However, last night, Eric suggested we do something different, maybe go out and enjoy a night together at a discreet club. It was an idea I appreciated and immediately agreed to.
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