NancyLas VegasThat morning, I felt an urgency to talk to my son; I really missed him and Amber, who was studying fashion in New York. The last time I had spoken to her, she had pressured me to return to the Mortons' house, to Bruce and the life I led there; she had ignored the fact that I was hurt and resentful for finding out about Bruce's betrayal; she was a little selfish in caring just with her image on social media, no matter how hard she was working on it, I was also human and had my rights. However, I wasn't mad at her; she was my daughter after all, and it was kind of my fault that she had become a spoiled and arrogant girl. My children's father made them live immersed in so much luxury and perks that naturally my children ended up acquiring all this arrogance. I felt guilty because as their mother, I had to be stronger and show my children the real side of life so that they could grow up knowing that they should treat people well, and be more condescending and kind to thos
Nancy“Oh my God, what a beautiful smile you have! So my heart can't take it; I'm going to melt for you,” Jake said with his hand on his heart and a silly expression, approaching the balcony of the restaurant where I was facing the High Roller. I ended up laughing at his expression. “What made you so happy?” He asked, lightly adjusting the strap of my dress. “It’s my son; I was talking to him. He said he would love to come here and go in there,” I replied, pointing to the Ferris wheel. “Hmm, it would be an interesting experience; I can’t wait to meet my stepson,” he commented, hugging me by the shoulders. I put my arms around his waist, and we clung to each other. I had to lift my head to look at him. He stroked my hair affectionately, and there was a smile from ear to ear on my face. “Would you two get along?” I asked teasingly. He and I didn't sit down to discuss our relationship; we were just living one day at a time in each other's company, getting to know each other better, an
NancyAt that moment, when Jake and I were still hugging each other facing the High Roller, lost in our own thoughts and fears, my cell phone rang. When I checked who it was, I saw that it was Bruce. I sighed and looked at Jake. “It is Bruce; I need to talk to him to see if he'll let Peter come here,” I told him, pointing to the cell phone. He nodded. “Of course, you can talk to him,” he replied. I walked away from him a little while answering the cell phone. “Hello, Bruce.”“Is it true that you want Peter to go to Las Vegas?” he asked. “Yes, I miss him, and he misses me,” I replied. “You know I can’t allow my son to go there, right?” he said, already making me sigh in disgust. “And why not, Bruce?”“If you want to see your son, then come back to Denver. Besides, your anger at me is already getting too long; It's high time you came back here,” he said without any qualms. “Bruce, you have to clear one thing up. I'm not going back there; There's nothing good for me there except P
AmberI was smiling at the camera in front of me while a look controlled the views of my live broadcast that only went up. Five minutes on live had already passed, and around ten thousand people were watching me; that number was already big, but I knew that more people were going to join it. They said it was refreshing to start at the bottom and gradually grow at work, but the fact that I was rich and had a standard appearance had definitely been a big driver in my reaching my beloved five million followers on social media. "Oh my Gosh! We are already more than ten thousand people here! More than ten thousand little hearts are watching me... You make me so happy,” I said to them with a friendly smile on my face. “I love you, Amber,” the comments said. “You’re so skinny.”“You are my favorite idol!”The red heart emojis only increased for me, demonstrating how much my audience loved me; they adored me and presented me with so much money, even though they knew I didn't even need the
AmberAs agreed, I went to the mall to meet my girl friends, a bunch of girls who led lives similar to the life I led. They were Trisha, Millie, and Haley, my three friends who participated in my life. They were all influencers too, but they all had smaller followers compared to me, although they all had more than a million followers. For example, Haley, a pretty redheaded girl with light eyes who created lifestyle digital content, had 3.5 million followers; Millie, the dark-haired girl with a pretty face who was a model, also had 2.9 million followers; and Trisha, a brunette girl beautiful and standard who worked on local television stations as an actress, had an impressive milestone of 4.5 million followers, but even she couldn't surpass me. I smiled at them after getting out of the car when I saw them waiting for me. They smiled back at me and waved, so I could join them, but I knew they were all fake motherfuckers who hated me more than anything; they hated me because success eas
AmberWhen I came down from the building where I lived, I saw that Kris was actually waiting for me downstairs in his car. It was a flashy, fire-orange sports car that simply cost a few million dollars. He opened the car door for me and waited for me while smiling. He was handsome, a young man with clear eyes and tanned skin, a muscular body, and good looks for the cameras. His face was symmetrical and heartbreaking. I also smiled at him as I approached him. He and I were the perfect standard celebrity couple. "Hey, my boo. You look stunning as always,” he said, pulling me in for a light kiss. "Did you like it? I got ready for you,” I told him, twirling on my own feet to show him my look—the charming and passionate smile always evident on my face. “You rocked it, I loved the dress and the color combination. It looks amazing on you,” he replied, touching me affectionately. “Thanks, babe. You're wonderful,” I said, getting into his car. In fact, it was all an act; a paparazzi was hi
AmberThe restaurant Kris took me to was a five-star restaurant on the top floor of a luxury hotel; those were the kinds of places we used to go to. He and I didn't say much until we arrived at the table we reserved in the VIP area of the restaurant. We sat down and ordered the menu. Moments later, he was sipping his wine, looking everywhere but at me. "When did this happen?" I asked him after a while; he had to explain to me properly what was happening. “She told me a few days ago that she was pregnant,” he replied with his head down. He knew that we would be in big trouble if this woman decided to reveal that to the media. I sighed, knowing that I was going to be stressed about that subject. “But how did you let this happen, Kris? Who in the 21st century gets pregnant without wanting to?” I was exasperated. Why did he insist on getting me in trouble? “Contrary to what you think, I took precautions, okay? I took all the necessary precautions, but the condom broke...” he confess
Nancy“So you and Jake don’t talk anymore?” Lanie wonders as she and I eat our breakfast. I hadn't seen Jake for a couple of days since the conversation I had with him in the restaurant that had a view of the imposing High Roller. He hasn't called me since that day. “I think he’s already decided what he wants for himself, and if he wants to get away from me, that's okay; I understand his position,” I replied, pouring myself a glass of orange juice. “And why do you think he decided to do that?” she asked, as if probing me. “It looks like he's fallen in love with me, Lanie,” I told her, wiping my mouth with the tablecloth. Her eyes lit up with that information. “Wow! Then it finally happened! So since when is that a reason to keep him out of your life? Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” she asked, looking excited by this revelation. “Don’t be so reckless, Lanie; You know I have the thing with Bruce to sort out." I sighed with my thoughts downcast. “You know he's never going to
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