My name is Helen Fonseca, I am a young girl of the lower-middle class, recently graduated from high school and with the dream of studying nursing, but, my world changes radically when because of a serious illness in my mother, my father forces me to marry a man in a wheelchair; I do not know who he is, I do not know him, but it is said that he is an arrogant, cold, calculating and intimidating man, and that's not all, I will have to deal with that, and around him from this moment, what will happen? I don't know, the only thing that is clear to me is that I hate him with all my strength for forcing me to marry him, when I had a life made, a boyfriend, a life, and now I have to leave my whole life to contract a marriage contract with a paralytic.
View MoreEveryone in the end lived their own story. Each one had difficulties, but they managed to be happy until the last moment of their lives, until the last breath of their breath.Even though each one had their own life, every year they met in the house in Dublin, where they celebrated as a family. Dylan spent hours reading the book Helen had written; he loved telling that story, he wanted to capture that feeling in his words, just as Helen had written it.All his grandchildren sat listening to him, while Helen rocked in a chair next to him, knitting an outfit or two; Despite the fact that they had all been great businessmen, they were still her children, and when she had to scold them, she did, and they all paid attention to her.Now they lived a life of old people, they sat down every afternoon to read the newspaper with a cup of coffee in hand, and despite their age, they always made love, and with this I am not talking about sex, no, that is very basic I'm talking about understanding
Helen narrates.The flowers in the garden fluttered in all magnitude, so much so that the breeze was going to detach it from its roots. I was sitting looking at my beautiful children as I watched them play with them. There was so much peace in that place, it seemed like we had never suffered so much, the scars were there, but dry.Dylan caressed my belly with all the love in the world. He had finally agreed to let me eat some pizza, so he was taking advantage of it. I had understood that all pregnancies were not the same, and I was very happy that he was a bit sick."You can never have a boyfriend Camila, it may be that dad will leave you, maybe when you turn eighty" Dylan Junior said tenderly to Camila, who looked at him with her blue eyes without understanding.Dylan and I started laughing.“Could it be possible that Dylan Junior is one of those overprotective brothers?" I asked Dylan as he looked into his eyes. "You're not going to be like that, are you, Dylan?” I questioned while
Helen narrates.Dylan junior had started school. Luckily, he got along excellent with his friends, in addition to the fact that he practiced soccer in a beautiful academy where Dylan accompanied him without fail; He even said that he wanted to become a coach.I laughed aloud because he meant it very seriously, and unlike Dylan Junior he was terrible at soccer. I had gotten a part-time job as a nurse, Dylan insisted that he could buy me a clinic if I wanted, but I said no, I liked it simple. He was getting used to it, because he had made friends with some neighbors and every weekend we would have a barbecue while having a few beers -although always with his glamor ahead-; Besides, he spent all his time organizing tours of museums, parachute rides, and so on, and well, he let it be that way, because there were things that he couldn't force him to change.Dylan junior left school early that day. I had decided to go look for him, since Dylan was having a stomachache and horrible dizziness
Helen narrates.The day after arriving in Dublin they had all come down with the flu. I spent all my time making hot soups and homemade cough syrup, it was what my mother had taught me to do, and even though it was Christmas, and they had the flu, we were all arranging the beautiful tree that Dylan had bought.Dylan my husband had filled the tree with many different toys. He had bought a horrible doll for Camila, I told him that she was ugly, and that the girl was not going to like it; she this she had yellow eyes and red hair, she looked like Chucky. However, since my husband was so foolish, she said that she was beautiful; but aside from that, as Dylan junior was already growing up and he wanted to cultivate his knowledge, he bought him a chess set.We sat at the table for Christmas dinner, while I turned on the computer to see my mother."Hi Mom!” I told him waving on the screen, it wasn't Christmas there yet, so I assumed that for the following month he would make his dinner.I ha
Helen narrates.We were all sitting in the garden of the mansion, saying goodbye to New York. It wasn't that we weren't going to see each other anymore, no, we just knew that with the load of work that Gonzalo would have, in addition to the food business that my mother and José had set up, and the distance we were going to be, it would be almost impossible to see each other. frequently.That hurt my soul for my mom, but it comforted me to know that she would not be alone, since she had found someone who would take care of her and protect her as she deserved.The atmosphere was nice. We had hired a karaoke while we enjoyed some cocktails. Our flight to Dublin would leave at six in the evening, we had chosen that time to prevent Camila from feeling uncomfortable due to the dizziness she got when we traveled by plane. Well, at least when we were traveling by plane, because she had recently gone to Disney and Dylan went by helicopter, while the girl had to make a stop at the hospital for
Dylan narrates.What Marina had done still hurt in my soul, she was my sister and despite everything I kept my pain alone. She didn't want anyone to see me fall, she hoped that little by little those wounds would heal, because she didn't want to show anyone how much my soul hurt.I looked out the window as I remembered the day, I had gone to visit her. She was so lost in time that she didn't know what she was saying, she told me that she wanted half of her fortune that corresponded to her while she cried like a madwoman.I was so worried about her health, and it is that, although I had given a lot of money for her to be cared for, I could not do anything for her; The officers told me that she was totally crazy, because she only talked about money, about companies. I was sorry how her ambition had completely blinded her.Soft hands take me by the back, so I turned to see my beautiful wife.“What are you doing up so early, my love?” She told me giving me kisses on the lips."I have a su
Helen narrates.It had been a few weeks since Camila's discharge, so we decided to celebrate her birthday, but this time something more intimate at a restaurant that Dylan had bought. That day he would be ready just for us, so I was finishing getting ready to go.I was wearing a royal blue body-hugging dress that reached to my ankles and silver heels. I loved that color. But what about my hair? It looked elegant because she had pulled it up into a high ponytail.My little princess was wearing a pink dress, it made her beautiful blue eyes stand out even more, and Dylan junior was wearing a blue and black ball gown, which matched my outfit. He looked beautiful with sunglasses on, all smug and gallant, my God, he didn't lose his knack!We got out and got into the car. I had decided to learn to drive when I had some time, since going from driver to driver bothered me a bit. I still wasn't used to the glamor of the life I was leading, what can I tell you? I liked the simple.We got to the
Helen narrates.I was lying in bed, thinking about how cruel life was. My children were the most important thing in my life, and then they were going through who knows what. I felt overwhelmed, desperate. She looked towards the window that overlooked the balcony; dawn had begun to break.Seconds later I sat up in bed, Soledad and Margarita were each asleep in an armchair, surely tired from taking care of me all night. I got up trembling from the cold and went to the balcony. My breasts were swollen from retaining breast milk; so, I started to cry, how could a person be so cruel and take her children away from a mother?I forcefully took the toys that were in my hands and hugged them, while I continued to look at the sunrise with great sadness. Camila always woke up early because of her.milk, I imagined that I was crying at that moment and felt helpless for not being able to do anything.Then I started crying again silently with a lump in my throat and a horrible pain in my chest. It
Dylan narrates.There was a bloody doll with red paint, and multiple knives in her abdomen, she was blonde like my daughter, and I immediately panicked."Gonzalo! Marina can murder them, she is capable brother, she is capable!” I started crying when I saw that scene.“Let's find a solution, Dylan, let's do it, calm down, brother” Gonzalo tried to calm me down, but I was so desperate that it seemed impossible.Along with that atrocity, there was a folder with a cleanly worded document, where it specifically said that I made a clean and legal commitment to deliver all my assets to him. At that moment, I didn't care about anything, I was sure I did, not even all the fortune I had could pay what my children and their well-being were worth, I was totally sure of that.I kept reading the folder, there was a note that said: “sign and leave it there. Don't talk to the authorities or my lovely nephews are going to pay for it."Immediately how my body began to convulse, a product of the fear th
Narrated by Helen.There I was, on my way to marry a man in a wheelchair whom I didn't know, a man I detested for practically forcing me into this marriage; a man who was several years older than me and was forcing me to be forever tied to a paralytic.Yes, as I mentioned before, a paralytic. And it's not that I'm a bad person who sees such individuals as lesser beings, quite the opposite; I admired them for overcoming their difficulties. But this Dylan Mayora was the cruelest man in the world.My name is Helen Fonseca, daughter of a middle-class family. My father, Arturo Fonseca, an alcoholic man full of evil, had made life impossible for my mother and me since I can remember.My mother's name is Andrea Palacios; she is a humble woman with a noble heart, a sweet woman for whom I would give my life if necessary.But let me start from the beginning. I had just turned eighteen, and I was being forced to marry the CEO of the world's most important automotive company. My father was about ...
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