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
GaelDonna's letter.Hi, son! If you're reading this letter now, it's because you've finally accepted my request and come to the place where you've always belonged. I can assure you that I'm nervous about writing these words, but believe me, it's for the best! Talking about my past has never been easy, especially having to look you in the eye and say that I failed as a mother. And even if you are now convinced of my love for you and say out loud that I didn't fail. Yes, I did! I should have given my life in exchange for yours, but I didn't because I wanted to have everything, including you. Anyway, let's get down to business.Before I tell you everything that really happened the day I left home, I want you to know a bit about my story. My name is Donna Mason. I grew up in an orphanage in the greater Seattle area and only left when I reached the age of majority. The nuns sent me to a shelter because I didn't have anyone to look after me or a house to live in. I even had my first job as
Ivy"Can you help me zip up my dress?" I ask, turning my back to my mother, who is joking with Marie on my bed, and facing the full-length mirror."Of course, dear!" I exhale forcefully and feel myself sweating with anxiety. "You need to relax, Ivy. This is not the end of the world," she reassures, standing behind me."I know, I know! But just thinking that Gael...""It will be beautiful, daughter, you'll see!" She smiles confidently, and I know she's right. It will be beautiful and... quite revealing too. "There, now let me see you!" She requests, and I open my arms slightly, turning to face her. Judy's eyes sparkle with happiness. "I'm so happy that you and Gael finally sorted things out! You couldn't waste such a beautiful love.""Thank you for not letting me mess it up, Mom! As always, you see beyond what we can see." I hug her affectionately and kiss her cheek. Someone knocks on the bedroom door, and I watch her wipe the corner of her eyes while maintaining a sweet smile on her l
Ivy"What are you doing here?" I ask, entering the room and suppressing a loud growl not to startle the babies. I take two more steps towards the blonde, who continues to cradle my son in her arms. However, she takes two steps back and smiles at me in a way I can't explain, but I know it's not good."Isn't he beautiful?" Paige asks, ignoring my question. She lets out an emotional sigh, and immediately, I feel intrigued. What is happening here? Why did she come to the mansion? And dear God, why is she here in my children's room?"He looks like his father, don't you think? Our beautiful baby!" My heart skips a beat at this last sentence, and I gasp instantly."What... what did you say?" I ask with a thread of a voice. However, Paige chuckles softly but audibly enough to demonstrate her happiness. "Give me back my son, Paige!" I demand, reaching out my arms towards her. However, she clutches the child, protecting him with her body, and moves further away. I swallow hard."No, he's mine!"
GaelMoments before..."Max?" I speak as soon as he answers."What's up, Gael? Has it been enough time for you to miss me, damn it?" I roll my eyes at his rude grumbling."Quit being an idiot, Max!" I retort with humor. "I just wanted to ask you to check your email. I need you to prepare some contracts for tomorrow in the early hours. I sent a list with some details about the types of contracts for each of D'Angelo's new clients.""When exactly did you do that? Gael, it's eleven at night, damn it! Why don't you go make out with your wife?" I consider a comeback when I hear a female voice on the other end of the line."Max, aren't you coming?" I find myself smiling."Man, I'm a bit busy right now!" He whispers somewhat exasperated, and I realize he must be in someone's company tonight. It's not news that my lawyer is shameless, crazy about panties, but the fact is, he's as addicted to his work as I used to be to mine. No matter the day or time, he's always ready to act, and I always re
Gael "What... did you do, Paige?" I insist. And she makes a dismissive gesture that bothers me. "I had no other way out, darling. I had to kill her." Her voice sounds in a mix of amusement and resentment, and my entire body shivers again. God, there's so much satisfaction in her words! "What do you mean?" I need to know more. She lets out a few more laughs before continuing. "I paid some men to kidnap her. The idea was to ask for more than my family could pay for her ransom. That way, they would have a reason to eliminate her from my path." She takes another breath and resumes her walk around the pink crib. She rests her elbows on the wooden railing and crosses her fingers, bringing them under her chin, and a pair of laughing eyes stare at me. "Everything was going well until you got involved. You had to come with all that money to save her, didn't you? Oh, my sweet Gael, I couldn't let that happen. Anne couldn't come back home and stay in our midst again." Disturbed, I rub my fac
Ivy I don't know what to think anymore. My visit to the house office yielded nothing; Gael didn't have the decency to call me and say anything. My heart is burning with worry, and the day is already bright, yet I couldn't manage to sleep. I spent the whole night walking back and forth in the living room, and I confess I'm about to call the police. However, when the front door finally opens, and he walks in, I feel my poor, tormented heart race excessively. I can't tell if it's relief at seeing him alive and well or anger at disappearing for so long without a single word. Gael takes off a coat I don't recognize and gives me a tired look. His eyes don't hide his surprise, probably because it's only five in the morning, and I'm awake at this hour. Silently, he folds the coat and rests it on his forearm. After getting rid of his shoes, he walks into the room. "Why are you awake at this hour?" What? He must be joking! I grumble angrily and go after him like a runaway train, beginning to p
Paul Lincon A man must know the right moment to let love into his heart. All my life I've known that I wouldn't be free of it. The problem is that this love always arrives late and when it does, it's hard to decipher. How do you find out if your heart has been contaminated by this mischievous beast? I have no idea. All I know is that if you don't open your eyes to this feeling, you could suffer horribly or lose your better half for good. Anyway, I'm keeping an eye on this feeling that seems so tiny that you can't even see it coming. That's a metaphor, of course. However, I'm not that far away from that thought. For example, my best friend and my boss made one of those blunders and damn it I could hit that iron head and split it open in two strips, just to make sure that he would finally see that Ivy was the great love of his life. I can glory in the fact that he didn't blow it once and for all in the finale and I'm glad that finally Gael D'Angelo is truly a happy man. Anyway, I'm no
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