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
IvyA few hours later..."Ah Bia, thanks for the referral, friend! This place is perfect!" I hiss into the phone as I enter my office after a prolonged meeting with my new bosses and my assistant. My eyes momentarily stop on a beautiful flower basket, decorated with extravagant ribbon bows, and then on the chocolate basket next to it. I smile as I get closer and look back. However, upon returning to the flowers, I notice a card among them and wonder if the office arranged this welcome for me."I'm glad you liked your new job! You know you can still hang out with me and the girls at your house, right? It'll be like an extra for you," Bia's words wake me up."I know. You're amazing, friend!""But tell me something. Did you like Sobral? He's not just handsome, right? Oh, friend, I think I'm in love!" She practically purrs on the other side, making me laugh at her comments and the sighs that follow."I still can't believe you're dating the majority partner of this company!" I scold. "And
Dylan ThompsonDo you believe in love at first sight? Well, I believed in that nonsense until just a few days ago. When I saw her stepping out of the elevator for the first time, Ivy immediately caught my attention. Her sad and apprehensive eyes unleashed in me an insane desire to take care of her, to tell her that I was there for her, that I would take care of her if she allowed me. But I'm sure that if I had made such a proposition, I would have been considered a crazy person. Not to mention that it would have caused a stir among D'Angelo Corporation employees. I could never act solely in her favor. Not on her first day, and especially not on our first encounter. Especially since the girl didn't really know me.The truth is, it wasn't the right time to act on my instincts at that moment. Anyway, the fact is that I didn't even have a chance to approach that girl, because overnight I lost my light to an egocentric and annoying man who seemed to have a king complex. Mr. D'Angelo, my bo
IvyIn the car, we were somewhat well-behaved, but all the time his thumb was making little circles on the back of my hand, while my emotions were flowing in an almost maddening way. I'm not going to lie, I'm in awe of this new romantic and completely attentive Gael. And when the driver parks the vehicle in front of the mansion, he calmly gets out of the car and helps me out too. I have to confess that all this care and silence is leaving me with expectations and my heart seems to want to burst out of my mouth at any moment.Unlike the other times, Gael entered the hall of the house, closed the door without haste and, still holding my hand, we went up the stairs and straight to his bedroom. Again he was careful to close the door with frightening calm and again I waited for his feline and sensual attack, but nothing happened. So I just filled my lungs with air when he slowly walked up behind me and held my shoulders with a gentle firmness, slowly sucking in my scent.— Eu quero você, Iv
GaelThe night passed too quickly, but I couldn't close my eyes. I simply couldn't close them. I was simply afraid of opening them the next morning and not finding her in our bed, and realizing that it was all just another dream of mine that had happened over the last few days while we were away from each other. However, she never disappeared and with each passing minute I became more and more certain of my reality. Ivy is really here and I've made love to this beautiful woman!Love.It's as intense as it is suffocating. Yet it's beautiful and horrifying at the same time. It's strong and enveloping in a way that makes me afraid. Yet I still want him for myself. Deep down Roland was absolutely right, this feeling could destroy me. But it also has the power to rebuild me. I know it does, because that's exactly what happened last night when I was pulled violently into its light and strength. And when Roland wanted to scream in my ear, this feeling spoke louder and I was completely absorb
GaelA child can be shaped in any way the adult wants. They can become a brutally aggressive thief or a mega-businessman. Or we can make him a cold and cruel murderer, an aggressor, a weak human being with no expectations... in short, adults take advantage of his innocence to shape him as they wish. I think as I watch my children together in a single cradle. Miran holds my index finger tightly, while I stroke Marie's fine hair.They are my everything! I think overflowing with love for them and frustrated, I think about what happened to me.I know why hypnotic therapy sessions have opened unimaginable doors for me, some difficult to bear and others that have shown how wrong I was about Donna D'Angelo. In all the vastness of a luxurious mansion, she was my only companion, the person who talked to me, who showed me the right way, who cared for me and gave me attention. Her love and affection were immeasurable and knowing that she endured Roland D'Angelo's mistreatment alone, just to keep
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