[...] Years later..."You are the most important thing to me."I smiled automatically as I remembered his words. I could keep them in my memory as if they had been spoken the day before. But it had been so long ago...“Grandma. Tell us more about you and Grandpa Scott. We love hearing your story!”“What's interesting about it?” The little boy, standing a little apart from us, interjected. He kept his arms crossed and leaned against the entrance of the room. His expression showed little interest in the subject. “It's just another cliché romance.” He said, shrugging his shoulders and snickering.“Joshua!” The youngest protested. “Grandma Ali and Grandpa Scott's story is not boring!” The short-haired little girl exclaimed. “But you are! Please, Grandma. Continue.” She smiled sweetly.The three little girls snuggled up a little closer in the three armchairs next to me.“The little Joshua is right.” I smiled. “It's a long story of... A cliché romance.” I chuckled softly. “But when it's hea
Some years before...Emeraude was still in love with Joshua, still nurturing the obsession she had felt since the first time she saw him, where she promised herself he would be hers, even though Joshua had gotten involved with another woman after some time. But that was no obstacle for Emeraude. The girl began to create plans to separate them. She set up situations for them to fight, created lies and rumors, and even tried to kill his girlfriend. She was determined to get what she wanted.However, the girl was arrested, where she would pay the price for her obsession. However, thanks to her sister, she only spent a few months in jail, as Madelyn believed there could be a better option for her to heal from her obsession. However, this did not happen, as Emeraude, even in prison, planned how to resume her mission to separate them as soon as she got out.And that was exactly what she did when she got out of prison. She began working on an even more elaborate plan than before. She did her
To tell the truth... I've never stopped to think about what my future would be like exactly, whether I would be working in something cool, building a family, or having a successful career. Not that I was someone without dreams, plans, or goals. What I mean is that, unlike other people who wished to focus exclusively on themselves, I wasn't like that. On the contrary, what I most desired was to be able to give a comfortable life to my mother and my two younger sisters. Since my parents separated, the four of us have gone through great financial difficulties, to the point of having to leave London and move to my mother's home country. I confess that leaving the life I had in England in my adolescence was a very difficult decision for me because starting in a new place completely different from what I was used to was a very strong reality shock. But I had no choice. Either I moved to Brazil or I would have to live with my father, who unfortunately was not a faithful man, even though he ha
"Alice? Alice!" My boss called my name, trying to regain my attention. I looked at him, a bit spacey. My gaze was focused on him, but my thoughts were elsewhere. "Did you hear what I said?" "What?" I was completely distracted. "Huh... Yeah..." I closed my eyes slightly, trying to recall his words. Without success. The only thing I could remember had to do with Mr. Scott's son and nothing else. "Alice?" He frowned, looking at me suspiciously. "Sorry." I lowered my gaze and stared at my well-worn sneakers. I heard a sigh escape Mr. Scott, and my heart started beating faster. At that moment, I expected a scolding from him, the biggest one yet, since I had been very inattentive lately. "My eldest son will be arriving from London today." I quickly moved my head to look at him again. I didn't show any change in my facial expression, as I didn't know how to react. I thought I would receive another scolding from him, and maybe the last one. After processing the context, I became curio
I descend from the upper floor, still in ecstasy. The scene kept replaying in my head. I couldn't measure the level of shame I felt. Why did I have to find him like that, and just at the first time I see him? And to think that I'm having an internal meltdown just from seeing him in a towel, imagine if he had nothing on, I could be having a heart attack now. I close my eyes for a few moments and shake my head, trying to chase away those thoughts. I descend the last steps of the stairs and make my way to the kitchen. I see one of the oldest cooks in the house rummaging through the shopping bags I had placed on the counter. "Betty!" I say her name loudly to startle her. "What are you still doing here?" "Jesus!" she turns automatically, hand on her chest, giving me a dirty look and shaking her head. "One day you'll kill me!" she says and I end up letting out a laugh and going towards her to hug her. Betty was like a mother to me. She had been by my side since I started working in Mr.
Joshua Scott "I... I’ll be back later!" I hear her shout from the other side of the door. I hear footsteps until she reaches the exit of the room, but they suddenly stop. Curious, I leave the bathroom to understand what was happening, but not before making sure my hip was well covered by the towel. Entering the room, I see the blonde looking at me with wide eyes. It was as if she had never seen a man in just a towel in her entire life. "I-I'll clean your room later," she says startlely. Does she work here? Inevitably, I observe her from head to toe, surprised that a woman her age is working in my parents' house. Currently, all employees were older. "Do you work here?" "Yes, for almost five years now." "How did I not know about you?" I end up commenting out loud. But now I understood why I didn't remember her. She came after I left. But still, it was curious that my parents would hire a young woman after what happened... "What do you mean?" She looks at me briefly as she picks
I watched all that confusion without knowing what to do. The right thing to do would be to stay quiet and not get involved in any problems, but since it was someone I knew, being the son of my boss, it was as if, for a brief moment, I felt responsible for checking if he was okay or if he needed help. "Do you know them?" Zoe's question pulled my attention, and I looked at her with raised eyebrows. "No..." My vision shifted to Joshua making his way to the bar's exit. "I..." Before I could finish, I stood up from the chair and grabbed my purse, walking towards the exit of the place. "Hey! Where are you going?" I heard Zoe ask, but I ignored her and continued my steps until I left the bar. I didn't exactly have an explanation for why I was going after Mr. Scott's son, besides wanting to offer help. And also, I was a little curious. The guy had just arrived in town and was already in trouble. "Hey!" I said in a slightly loud tone, enough for him to hear me. Joshua stopped in his trac
Joshua Scott I drove back home. Throughout the way, my thoughts felt like they were going to explode my head. Even in Los Angeles, where I thought I could have some peace, it was able to make me relive the past. Everything reminded me of her. And even though I didn't want to, something or someone, like Marcel, for example, made it happen. And I was already tired of it. I urgently needed something or someone to occupy my mind. "Alice?" I heard Betty's voice as soon as I entered the house. "Oh. Joshua." She smiled. "Are you back already?" "It's a bit late and... I'm a bit tired." I smiled weakly. "I understand..." "Where's Alice?" my father approached. "She needs to lock the back gate." he said. "A-Alice?" Betty spoke sounding frightened. "She... she's sleeping. She... said she was quite exhausted, so... I let her go." Her nervous smile could be perceived from afar. "But - emphasized. "I'll lock it. Don't worry." She affirmed and then left the room. I chuckled when I realized her