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
Paul Lincon She wants this, and I want it too. I think and lean in slowly, allowing myself to feel the gentle warmth coming from her lips, and the kiss almost happens. I said almost because I'm not crazy enough to start something I can't continue. So, I pull back just a little and slide down, while my bold hands insinuate touching the sides of her body. I watch her lift her head, close her eyes, and take a deep, heavy breath. What does she think I'm going to do? I can't help but smirk, and I start gathering the crumpled documents into a pile, lifting my body shortly afterward. However, when I look into her eyes, I see how heavy they are, but somewhat frustrated, I guess. I move away more and release the lock, and the door finally opens. "Have a great day at work, Miss Allen!" I know, I'm playing with fire, but in the game of love, anything goes, right? "Good morning, Mr. Lincon!" She says and exits. Ah, that formal tone drives me crazy! *** One week... "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Chloe lets