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
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