JakeWhen I got home that night, I had high expectations that I would find Nancy there waiting for me, as had happened on the days we were together. As soon as I entered the house with a bouquet of red chocolate roses in my hands, I called out to her. “Honey, I'm here,” I said out loud, expecting her to come to me and give me that hug as good as the one she usually gives me, but this time I got silence in response. “Babe? Where are you?" I called once again, entering the apartment with caution and fear. Of course, I was scared that my biggest fear of these last few days would happen. My relationship with Nancy hadn't been easy from the beginning; she had been hurt a lot in her old relationship, which ended up leaving her vulnerable and with low self-esteem, enough to be suspicious of anything and never really give in. She always had concerns to deal with. Which ended up making me nervous and afraid that she would decide to leave forever. When she looked at me and smiled beautifully
NancyThe heat was oppressive, turning the terrace of Amber's building into a suffocating cauldron. My eyes widened when the closet door opened, and there he was—the devil himself. Bruce Morton. The macabre smile on his face, looking at me like I was a mouse trapped in a trap, made me shudder. “Finally, Nancy. I can finally dominate you,” he said, with a smile that gave me chills. I gasped fearfully, moving away from him and going deeper into the closet until I felt my back hit the wall. There was no way out for me; Bruce Morton was in front of me, standing there in the doorway, with his bodyguards on either side of him. . “She’s completely out of control, Daddy. Please take her home and take care of her,” my own daughter said those words looking at me with pity. “Don't worry, my dear, I'll know how to take care of your mother,” her father said, entering the closet, still smiling victoriously. “What do you think you're doing, Bruce? Do you think you're going to make me go with yo
NancyThe headache was excruciating, throbbing like a hammer against my skull. I woke up groggy, trying to focus my vision on my surroundings. The place was dark and filthy, with the pungent smell of mold and dirt filling my nostrils. When a cockroach flew past my face, I screamed and sat up quickly, panting and terrified. Rats scurried along the walls, their eyes glowing in the dim light. My eyes were watering as I tried to get my bearings, but everything seemed like an endless nightmare. I heard footsteps approaching, and I held my breath, hoping for some relief. Instead, I heard voices echoing down the hall. "I already said that no one should enter that room but me!" Bruce's voice reverberated off the walls with anger. "Yes, sir," I heard a female voice respond with trepidation and recognized the voice as that of Elyse, the maid at the Mortons' mansion in Denver. Since I had lived in that place for half my life, I could recognize the voice of a simple maid. "I understand. I'm no
Glory MortonI was sitting at the dinner table, trying to pretend everything was normal, but my heart was sinking. The Mortons' dining room was always a spectacle of opulence: crystal chandeliers shone above us, casting sparkling reflections on the long, polished mahogany table. The aroma of roasted meat with fresh herbs and caramelized vegetables should be comforting, but today it only served to increase my discomfort. I looked around the table, trying to find any signs of concern on the others' faces. Everyone knew that Bruce had dragged Nancy back home and locked her in the underground room. My husband, Charles, was sitting at the head, enjoying his red wine, oblivious to the situation. It was as if he didn't care that his daughter-in-law was being held prisoner. Peter, Bruce and Nancy's ten-year-old son broke the silence. "Dad, when can I see Mom? I miss her."Bruce wiped his mouth with the linen napkin, his expression as unfazed as ever. "In the right time, Peter. Now she's rec
Amber I couldn't believe the silence that came over my house that morning. It was the day after the chaos when my father dragged my mother back to Denver. I took a deep breath, enjoying the tranquility. Things seemed to be back to normal, or at least what I considered normal. Finally, I had done something good. By saving my parents' marriage, I had restored order to our family. There was no logic whatsoever in my mother's inhospitable behavior. Peter was there at home waiting for her, and she had decided to act like she was my age? It was all so shameful that the best thing I could do was hope that it wouldn't leak to the media and destroy my career. I couldn't help but feel a little satisfied. That guy, Jake, my mother's lover, had gotten himself into trouble. I knew my father had dealt with him on the terrace, and his henchmen had disposed of the body. I did not care. Jake had chosen the wrong woman to get involved with. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and immediately
AmberThe day dawned gray, reflecting exactly how I felt inside. The news about Kris and my father's note echoed in my mind like an endless nightmare. I couldn't find the strength to get out of bed, much less to meet my friends. My life, once perfect and immaculate, was crumbling before my eyes. I couldn't sleep at all the night before, tossing and turning in bed, wracked with guilt. As the sun began to illuminate the room, a feeling of hopelessness came over me. The guilt of having handed my mother into the hands of a man as monstrous as my father was consuming me. Still lying down, I picked up my cell phone and dialed the number of the mansion in Denver. My intention was to talk to my mother, but I knew I needed to be subtle. The maid answered on the third ring. "Hello, Morton Manor," said the maid, her voice soft and subservient. "Pass it to my brother, now," I ordered without even greeting her. I wasn't in the mood for formalities or pleasantries. "Yes, Miss Amber, one moment
AmberThe day of Kris's wake arrived like an inevitable storm. I knew I needed to go to keep up appearances. The public believed that Kris and I had dated for three years, and any sign of disrespect to her memory would be a disaster for my image. I wore an elegant black dress, applied impeccable makeup, and looked at myself in the mirror. My image was perfect, but inside, I was broken. The ceremony took place in a luxurious funeral hall, surrounded by white flowers and soft candles. The familiar faces of Kris's friends and acquaintances were there, all with expressions of sadness and compassion. I walked around the room, feeling their eyes fixed on me, evaluating every movement, every expression. I sat in the front row, next to Kris's family. The words of comfort and whispers of condolence seemed distant, as if they came from another world. My mind was miles away, trapped in the memories and guilt that haunted me. Then I saw her: Alexis Cline, Kris's girlfriend. She was walking tow
GloryI looked in the mirror one last time before leaving. I was nervous, but there was also a flame of excitement in my chest. Likewise, I dressed carefully, choosing the dress that Harald always liked—the one that subtly highlighted my curves. I used the perfume he loved—a sweet and enveloping fragrance that always made his eyes shine with desire. And underneath, the most daring piece in my wardrobe: the red lace panties that he loves, an intimate secret that fuels our fantasies. I intended that even though Candace and Charles were there, Harald and I would find a way to catch up. After so many years of maintaining this affair, he and I were professionals, sneaking out without being noticed and showing up again as if it were nothing. That was how we had managed to keep this relationship hidden for more than five years. And I was missing him; so many weeks had passed. At first, he even contacted me even though we couldn't see each other anymore, but lately, Harald didn't even call
Nancy“Argh, don’t tighten it too much… You’re hurting my neck!” Peter was grumbling with a grimace as I straightened his tie.“Remain calm; just lift your chin; I’m almost done,” I told him, adjusting my collar. Today was my wedding day with Jake. I was already dressed as a bride and everything, and the ceremony would start in a few minutes. I was so nervous. Not only that, but I really hoped everything would go well.He grumbled in disgust. “Did you know that children shouldn’t be present at their parents’ weddings, Mom?” he said, making me frown.“What? Why do you think that?” I asked.“Because naturally, children are not born before their parents marry. It's not the natural order of things, let alone divorce and second marriages,” he said, being clear in his opinion, as he didn't want to accept my relationship with Jake.I sighed, smoothing his jacket after straightening his tie. “You're getting so big. You're even taller than me.” I smiled softly, and I stroked his black hair. “I
NancyMoments later, Jason and Jake were in the wine cellar, somewhere in the mansion, talking about wine and things like that. Laura and I were walking in the manicured gardens of their mansion, which were so beautiful and comforting.“Why aren’t they coming?” I asked after a while, looking behind me to see if her husband and my fiancé were coming to catch up with us, since they were just getting us some wine to drink and talk on the sofas that were there in the garden under a cozy porch."Oh my God! Jason must have stuck him with a long wine conversation,” Laura said with a long chuckle. “We received bottles of the first line from a friend of ours in Chicago, Carter,” she added.“Are you talking about Joshua Carter?” I asked because I knew that name and knew that he had a wine production company.“Yes, I am,” Laura nodded. “What a fortuity that you know him, too.”“Um, I actually met him because of Bruce,” I said. “The Mortons were an influential family, and from time to time Bruce
NancyJake and I traveled to New York to visit our friends who lived there, the couple Jason and Laura Davies, who, since the last time we had seen them, had evolved a lot in their relationship, that is, when I met them, they were still fighting and trying to see what they were going to do in their relationship because they also had issues to resolve. But I remembered Laura's words, when she told me at the time that her husband had hurt her heart, but that nothing he had done compared to what Bruce had done to me. So today it was very satisfying for me to be able to see the two of them together and happy after having solved all their problems. They had even had another set of twins, and they seemed so happy now that their eldest daughter was playing with the babies, running around exuding happiness and joy while Jake, I, and the couple were sitting on the mansion's porch, drinking wine and talking about everything that had happened. This couple had been very important in helping us
Nancy "What? Give it back in kind and make him taste his own medicine? What are you suggesting, Lanie?” I asked, being a little dumbfounded. She and I were still at the dinner table, and she had just suggested that. She shrugged now. "Yes. Didn't your husband go to bed with someone else? Then you also go to bed with another man, and then you become equals,” she explained, making me gasp. “How can you suggest such a thing? Do you think I'm such a vulgar woman up to this point? Do you think me going to bed with another man will solve things for me?” I asked, shocked that she was suggesting such a deviant thing. “It probably won't solve anything, but it will make you feel a little better. What is it? Do you think Bruce deserves happiness after all these years he played with you?” She retorted. “But that doesn’t mean I’m going to smudge my body by getting involved with someone I don’t know just to get revenge on him,” I countered. Lanie laughed, waving her hand. “I don't see it
Days were passing, and I thanked the heavens that everything was going so well, but today in particular, it was a year since Lanie, my dear friend, had died, and I was terribly sad remembering her.I remembered how she had done everything she could to cheer me up when I was at rock bottom after finding out who Bruce Morton really was.I remembered in detail what the season at her house had been like and how much she helped me, God in heaven...Nancy On that day, the ringing of my cell phone woke me up, and I felt my lamp, picked up the device, and saw that my daughter was calling me. “Hi, my love,” I said as soon as I answered, rubbing my face with my hand, still drowsy. “Hello, Mom? Haven’t you come home yet?” Amber asked on the other end of the line. "Um… Not yet, darling,” I replied a little fearfully. It had been two weeks since I was at my friend Lanie's house. "Um... Okay? When do you plan to return?” She asked in a somewhat petulant manner. I sighed. “To be honest, I
NancyThe last few weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions. After everything that happened with Candace, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off our shoulders. The scars of pain and struggle were still there, but the feeling of relief was in the air. It was a new beginning for all of us. Like a good mother, I tried my best to care for Candace, and now, seeing her at home, taking a deep breath and starting to rebuild her life, my heart is filled with hope.It was on a mild morning that we realized that life was returning to normal. Amber's laughter echoed through the house as she tried to decide what to wear for a date. I watched her from the kitchen, where she was preparing a simple but nutritious breakfast. The smell of toasting bread mixed with the aroma of fresh coffee, creating a welcoming atmosphere.“Amber, do you need help?” I asked, trying to hide my smile at seeing her so excited and nervous at the same time.“No, mom, I can do it!” she replied, a little louder than usua
CandaceThe joy I felt holding my daughter in my arms was indescribable. After hours of pain and struggle, the little one was finally here, and I couldn't stop smiling. It was a girl. The doctor had shown me quickly, and I couldn't believe that this little creature, so perfect, was my daughter. I felt a wave of love that I had never experienced before, and that feeling enveloped me like a warm blanket on a cold day. I looked at her face, so small and vulnerable, and wondered what the future held for us.Jake and Harald were in the room, both overjoyed with the news. The energy was contagious, and the happiness in the atmosphere was palpable, like happy music that filled every space. The smell of disinfectant mixed with the light scent of flowers someone had brought, creating an atmosphere of celebration and hope."Look, Candace, you did an amazing job!" Jake said it with a wide smile that lit up his face. He seemed genuinely touched, and I could feel that he was genuinely happy for me
NancyThe morning seemed perfect, the kind of day I always imagined as a normal family, without constant tension or fears. Recent times had been full of challenges, losses and changes, but being there, in Jake's house, surrounded by the people he loved most, brought a feeling of completeness. Everything felt a little lighter. Of course, there were still traces of the past that occasionally appeared in our conversations and gestures, but something had changed within me, and perhaps even within my children.That day, we decided to have a family lunch. Me, Amber, Peter, Jake, Harald, Ivor and Candace, all gathered at a table for the first time, without formalities and without protocols. I wasn't sure what to expect from this meeting, especially with Harald there, a presence that, some time ago, would perhaps have been unthinkable in such an intimate environment. But, little by little, everyone had found a way to live together, with the wounds still healing, but now ready for a new phase.
NancyThe next morning, very early, before the sun even fully illuminated the house, I was already awake, organizing my thoughts. I knew I needed to talk to Amber and Peter, just the three of us, without Jake around. This moment was very important, and I wanted them to feel comfortable saying what they really thought, without fear. I knew this conversation was necessary, as there was a lot at stake. Jake was part of this new life I wanted to build, but most of all, my children needed to feel part of it.I took a deep breath before entering their room. Amber was already stretching, her eyes still sleepy, but she noticed my presence and smiled. Peter, still sleeping soundly, had a serene face, something rare to see. I approached him gently, touching his shoulder lightly. “Peter, honey, are we going to wake up? I need to talk to you and Amber. Just the three of us, without Jake.”He opened his eyes slowly, still confused from sleep, but nodded. Amber looked at me with a mix of curiosity