GaelThe long-awaited moment for me has arrived, but it's not unfolding as I thought it would. The silence inside the car is almost funereal. Evy is focused on our daughter in her arms, while I hold our little boy, eager to initiate some kind of interaction between us. I take a few deep breaths, searching for a common topic, and decide to break our silence."We haven't given them names yet," I say. Finally, she looks at me, albeit briefly, and returns to tending to the child. "If you allow me, I want to give him a name." She raises another glance to me and bites her lower lip."What name?""Miran." In response, Evy simply nods in agreement."It's a beautiful name! I thought of calling her Marie." My heart warms when she continues, and I find myself smiling."Marie? Why?" She shrugs."I like that name, and... I always dreamed of having a daughter and calling her that." My smile grows a little more, and surprisingly, she returns my gesture. And, wow, I can say I've won my day! Judy is r
GaelEver since I returned to the mansion, my days have been far from easy. Every night, I've been dreaming of the day when Gael will enter my room and announce my departure from this place, leaving me forced to leave my children behind. I know it won't be an easy battle. Going head-to-head with this CEO will be like a massacre against me, but I can't give up on them. While Marie and Miran were safely nestled inside me, I felt secure, but not anymore. Now they are right here, and everything has become even more challenging and fragile. Except for him. Each day, Gael reveals himself as stronger, tough as iron, cold, and determined, and it worries me. Miran's cry awakens me, and I smile at seeing him in his warm bath. However, I focus on dressing my little girl, who already seems a bit sleepy. The bedroom door suddenly opens, and an unrecognizable Gael walks through it. What I see in his eyes sends a tremendous shiver down my spine. Immediately, I hold Marie protectively and take a step
EvyIt's too painful to hear this and know that Gael has known the worst of pains since early on. He was broken a thousand times and rebuilt in the most wrong and painful way possible. Now I understand such arrogance, so much coldness, and the disregard of a powerful and imposing man."I am hollow inside, Evy. Completely empty. Or... I was, I don't know anymore. The fact is that my world turned upside down, and I broke that damn promise. Since then, Roland D'Angelo has been haunting me." I furrow my brow completely confused."What do you mean? What are you saying, Gael?" He gets up from the couch and kneels right in front of me. His eyes connect with mine, but I don't feel their usual intensity. Gael seems apprehensive this time, and that's new to me."Remember the day you were serving in that accounting meeting room?" I nod to him. "When I entered that room and bumped into the beautiful maid so strongly?" He forces a smile, but I remain serious, waiting for him to continue. "My eyes
GaelOf all the things I've ever done in my life, only two were the hardest for me. One of them was bringing Ivy Dixon into my house and then taking her to my bed. Making love to this woman by suffocating the feelings inside me that couldn't be suffocated, because no matter how much I wanted to kill them, destroy them, they simply grew stronger and survived any battle of mine. The second one, well, I'll do that now. I think, getting into the car and Clarck immediately starts the engine, heading straight for my house, or for the worst part of my destiny, because exactly today I will let the only person who has managed to penetrate my heart go. I know I'll be tormented by loneliness, but Paul is right, he always is. What's the fun of having her so close and so inaccessible to me? As soon as the car stops in front of the mansion, I let out a heavy breath and then force myself into the house. My feet seem to rebel against me because of the supernatural effort I'm making to go through with
GaelLater the same day..."Good afternoon, Judy!""Good afternoon, dear! The children are in the room." She informs. However, I take a deep breath and look at the stairs, then at the lady with the ever-present smile on her lips."And her?""You know. Locked in the office with her face buried in work." I clench my jaw."I'll go see my children," I announce."Of course, dear! I'll have someone accompany you.""No need, Judy, I know the way.""Alright, dear, but before..." She approaches and surprisingly hugs me for a long moment, leaving a warm kiss on each side of my face. Her hand glides along the side of my face so gently that it makes my heart race. "I love you, Gael! You're like a son to me, and Ivy will understand that soon.""Why do you think that?""Because she loves you!" I draw a thin line with my lips."I'm not so sure, Judy. I hurt her a lot, and...""Understand one thing about my daughter, Gael. She doesn't hold grudges for long. It's time to get close to her again, dear."
GaelThe next day..."I'll wait for you here, Gael," Ivy says, letting go of my hand, and immediately, I feel unsure."I... I don't know if I can," I hiss, but she smiles. It's a very small and gentle smile. Then she brings a hand to the side of my face, and instantly, I close my eyes to savor her touch."I know you can. This is a moment just for you and her. Now go, my love!" My love? My heart beats like crazy, and I immediately open my eyes to meet hers. Like a magnet, I am slowly pulled closer to her, and my lips meet hers within seconds. Oh God, a slow, brief, and calm kiss, and my whole body comes back to life! I force myself to step back and turn away to confront my past.Have you ever lived in the dark?I've lived my whole life in darkness, I just didn't know it... until now. And when I realized that, I discovered that nothing was real. My life, my achievements, my dreams... nothing was real. Looking back at my bloody past, I don't even know who I really was, or what I really a
Gael"Hey, everything okay there?" Amidst my hell, I hear the sound of her sweet voice. She's here. My saving angel came to rescue me, even though I'm not deserving of salvation. "Gael, look at me!" She pleads with a low voice, but I don't want her to see me like this. I'm broken, bitter, and surrendered to my blindness. Because yes, I've been blind all this time. "Gael, please! Please!" In her whispered plea, I feel her embrace, and I hear her sobs. Is she crying for me? Don't cry, my girl, I am a monster and don't deserve your suffering! I think about pushing her away. I wanted her to leave, to let me be, but her presence made my entire turmoil move in slow motion. All her noises and destruction stopped the moment she hugged me, and I clung to that gesture, letting her envelop me in that embrace. "Come, I'll take you home.""No! I... don't want to be alone there!" I lament."Okay, Gael, come with me!" Ivy helps me up from the ground, and we walk embraced out of the cemetery and into
IvyThree days later...After our separation, things have been exactly as I wanted, as I dreamed for myself. I even start to think that due to my desperation, I ended up rushing for an immediate outcome. I won't be ungrateful not to recognize that Gael D'Angelo did a lot for me and my mother as well, but the fact that he felt like he owned me was bothering me, and our last fight was the tipping point for me to want distance from this man. Comparing our situation before with Donna and Roland D'Angelo's, I believe we were heading towards the same destiny, and that sends shivers down my spine. Today, I can say that I definitely know Gael D'Angelo deeply. Everything he hid is now out in the open, and damn, I've never felt so much anger towards a human being as I do towards his father. A man I never even met in my life. Knowing that Gael was tortured into accepting his father's insane ideas to the point of despising and hating the person who loved him the most in this world seems unimagina
Miran D'Angelo"I'm going to get a drink for the girls. Do you want one?" David, Marie's boyfriend, asks, and without looking at him, I shake my head and head for the iron staircase. As if drawn to her, I go straight to the dance floor, right in the middle of the crowd of sweaty bodies, and stop right behind her. Boldly, my hands take possession of her waist. She glances sideways, her smile widens, and I have my green light. So, I lean against her delicious body and move following her rhythm. The whole thing is a sensual drug that intoxicates me, envelops me, and leaves me completely intoxicated. My whole body is buzzing, and damn, I'm dying to taste her flavor. But hold on, Miran, you need to take it slow. First, feed your desire, awaken your dormant fire, make her want more, and then you'll be in the bag. It doesn't take long for our bodies to be tightly pressed and sweaty. Our breaths are heavy and panting, and to top it off, we're already on the third drink.It's time to put her t
Miran D’AngeloEleven years later..."Why do you always have your nose buried in those books?" I grumble as soon as I enter the living room of my parents' house and find Donna, my youngest sister, lying on one of the sofas reading a romance novel.Girls! Why do they believe in such nonsense? They're always sighing around and daydreaming. I understand that love exists. I have several classic examples swirling around me. Paul, Max, Uncle Jasper, and even my father. Each of them has a story to tell. But let's be honest? You can't live on dreams. I'm not a heartless man or anything like that. I'm more of a pragmatist. I'm the vice president of D’Angelo Corporation and soon I'll be the president, but I didn't get here with dreams and sighs. I studied, worked hard, and did my best to be seen by my father and recognized for my merits. I'm determined, and I have my feet firmly on the ground."I love witnessing love growing in their hearts. You should try it," she says, closing the book and ju
EvyMinutes later...Remember the part where my world was falling on top of my head? It just collapsed completely because at this exact moment, there are several men scattered throughout the mansion with their pens and clipboards, calculating the value of everything. Exactly everything. Not even my jewelry escaped this. Nervously, I grabbed my phone and called my brother. Where did this idiot go? I wondered mentally when yet another call went straight to voicemail."Damn it!" I cursed with a loud exhale and pocketed the phone back."Miss Dixon?" I subtly nod to the tall, portly man as he approaches. "My name is Phil Carter, I'm the manager of the Seattle bank, and I would like to talk to your mother about some outstanding matters...""You'll have to talk to me, Mr. Carter. Please, come with me to the study," I say and take a few stiff steps, leading him inside and pointing to a chair for the gray-haired gentleman. "Care for a drink?""Oh no, thank you, it's still too early," he nods.
EvyAt dinner, I was super happy and excited about my surprise, but the atmosphere seemed a bit off. John had a smile on his face, but he couldn't take his eyes off his plate. Why was this strange? Well, normally, he's chatty and funny too. Dad, on the other hand, was serious and barely touched his food, and my mom seemed a bit pale. If this surprise could tragically change the mood of our dinner, I confess I'm afraid to find out what it is."I need to go out," Dad announced suddenly, and Mom dropped her utensils on the plate. He went to the living room, and she followed him immediately."What was that? What's happening?" I asked my brother. However, he let out a theatrical sigh and looked at me with a certain disdain."It was nothing, little sis. Dixon family dramas that you know well. I don't know how you're not used to it yet." I forced myself to swallow the food in my mouth, left the utensils, and went after them. Dixon family drama? What kind of talk is this? Since when do we hav
Evy"Ah, Ivy?" He immediately puts down the pen on the papers and stands up."Did you want to talk to me, Professor?" He nods, indicating a chair, and I politely take a seat."First of all, I want you to know that I just graded your test.""And?" I arch my presumptuous eyebrows because I know exactly what the result is."You are truly amazing, girl!" I break into a broad and smug smile."Thank you, Professor!""Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about.""So, what is it about?""I've had my eye on you for some time, Ivy. And since we're nearing the end of the course, I'd like to invite you to go out." Okay, I swallowed hard now. Okay, he's really handsome and attractive too. There's just a little problem in this equation. After focusing on this course, my second focus will be getting into one of Seattle's largest accounting firms "the D’Angelo Corporation" and for that, I'll have to take another deep dive into the world of numbers, but this dive needs to be much deeper. I'll need
From this chapter onwards you will have a spin-off of Ivy Dixon. How it all began?*** EvyMoments before the Dixon family went bankrupt..."My name is Ivy Dixon, but you already know that. As you've probably noticed, I'm a pretty outgoing and lively girl. However, I'm also determined and opinionated. So, I can take things easy, but don't step on my toes. Besides this mixed personality of mine, I have an exaggerated passion for numbers, and that's been the case for as long as I can remember. That's precisely why I'm studying accounting.Well, I was born into a family with Italian veins, and I believe that's where my determination comes from. I have few friends at the moment, and don't think it's because of shyness, because if there's one thing I'm not, it's shy. The fact is, since I started college, my high school and childhood friends have all gone their separate ways, and I've had to start from scratch since then. Of course, I'm almost done with my degree, and I haven't exactly foc
Gael "Time for congratulations, guys," my daylight announces, opening just a crack in the door. The men down the remnants of their drinks and leave their empty glasses on the coffee table, exiting the office one by one. However, I remain standing in my place, devouring my wife with my gaze. She stands by the doorframe, and after coveting me for a while, decides to enter the room and walks slowly towards me. I undo the first two buttons of my shirt for some air, but it seems to be trapped in my lungs. Definitely, nothing has changed between us over these years. Ivy still dominates me, circles around me, blatantly steals my control and my capacity too. However, I don't complain. On the contrary. I love it when she takes over my universe and commands my entire orbit. I think completely amazed when she stops right in front of me. "You look beautiful," I whisper, leaving my untouched glass on my desk and pull her closer to me. My wife wraps her arms around my neck, and I tilt my head clos
GaelSeven years later...Every passing day convinces me that I was a fool. Remembering that I was once an arrogant man, equally tough on myself, everything, and everyone around me, makes me realize that I wasted a lot of time licking my wounds and covering my eyes to see only what I allowed myself to see. For this reason, my universe changed course in a radical and painful way. I had to face fear head-on. I had to endure the cold that nearly froze my bones and the storms that almost destroyed me to get here. I reflect as I watch the preparations for my youngest daughter's fifth birthday party."Grandma? Grandma?" Donna shouts with her infectious childlike enthusiasm, and the twins run in the same direction as her, snapping me out of my reverie.That's exactly what you're understanding. We had another daughter over the years, and what a surprise it was when my beautiful wife named her after my mother. Donna D'Angelo, our little princess. The funniest thing about all this is that Lis,
Jasper Mason"That's it, Gael! From all of this, man!" Paul grumbles in agreement, filling his glass and raising it in a toast. Max does the same, with trembling hands, and the others repeat the gesture. We approach to join our glasses in a clumsy toast, spilling some of the drink, and we turn the liquid into our mouths at once."There you go, groom, you start the game." Paul unexpectedly throws the ball in my direction, and it hits my head forcefully. The guys laugh, and I point a finger at him."I'm going to beat you big time, idiot!" I threaten with humor, and the commotion returns. When I was just a boy, I dreamed of moments like this with my older brother. Games, laughter, sarcastic remarks, moments of camaraderie. However, I never imagined a bachelor party or that he would be my best man at the wedding. The ball rolls on the improvised field, and I run wildly, dribbling the men in my way. However, after hitting the goalpost made of stones, I gaze at the sky, opening a wide and h