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“Is this the end you expected? "Questioned Jonathan in a tired voice and devoid of heat. “Are you satisfied, Suzy?”Between us there was a distance of approximately ten steps, whose vacuum was filled by the flow of salt air that came from the waters below us. We were over the bridge of a winding river, in which its turbid and treacherous waters formed small invisible whirls on its serene surface, swirls that met the water of a distant sea.A deadly beauty, by the way, since the waters of a deep cyan were so coldly calm that one could look for as long as it was without feeling any vertigo or sign that a fall would hardly end well."It's a beginning," I said, casting the shortest of glances at him.I never imagined that extreme suffering could change even the most basic physiognomy of a person until I see the sequelae with my own eyes.The dark and deep iris eyes that one day induced me to immerse myself in Jonathan's problems were no longer the same. I didn't have to wait for him to re
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"Shouldn't you be inside? "I asked, subtly moving away from the concrete balustrade of the bridge. Jonathan had approached without me noticing. "As far as I know, there is still time for the end of your father's trial.”"There's nothing I can do for him now. It is obvious that he will lose the cause. The less involve the other family members, the better.”The cold morning wind sighed between us, and an unpleasant acrid smell of pus hit me. I looked at Jonathan's gloved hand, and noticed that he was massaging the wrinkled skin underneath. Frowning my nose, I moved away a little further, the smell seemed to chase me."It's a shame that all this is happening this way.”Jonathan raised his head and did his best to keep his eyes at the same height as mine. A thin yellowish crust surrounded the sides of the swelling, a constant alert of eye inflammation. In addition to the physical brand, I wondered if he was feeling as emotionally broken as I felt.“What is your real plan, Suzane?”"I don'
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I tried to laugh with irony, but Jonathan was giving me back that feeling of inferiority that I hated, and I was barely able to smile with a soft mockery. He was staggering as he held me, had no balance even to maintain himself, and yet he kept threatening, oppressing, assaulting..."The real problem is that you are not a God and you can't control anyone's life," I pulled my arm with a jerk, and he tripped back. "You are dirty, impure, and have a soul as disgusting as your damn burned hand. What is yours is in jail, Jonathan, and I hope from the bottom of my heart that very soon you will get it.”I swirled and walked away, leaving Jonathan slightly leaning against the bridge parapet, but the traffic was chaotic and trying to cross away from a crosswalk forced me to walk almost the entire length of the bridge, waiting for a loophole to the other side. The security guard was willing to draw the attention of the drivers so that we could cross, there were only a few steps left for me to b
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"Welcome, president," said Anthony, opening the door to my new and spacious office.Ten years after Jonathan's death, I still didn't know how to act naturally in the face of a surprise. Anthony Blackmore was one of the only members within Maxwell Enterprises in which I placed all my trust, and even he, an executive with extensive experience in the field, never sketched more than the necessary sympathy within the work environment, so it made me relax my tense muscles and enter the room.It was Anthony my main tutor, and the one who helped me with everything he could before I graduated and graduated in as many colleges as they were enough to run a company on my own.Buying the shares through an intermediary was the easiest part. I didn't want to give Jon the chance to give up the sale when he knew who was most interested in the purchase. It took five years for the company to fail in fact, unable to sustain the weight of the processes and pending judicial issues of its president, and I h
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The windows overlooking the center flickered the afternoon sun into the room, reflecting on some photographs that decorated the table."Jon has not yet removed all the belongings," I grumbled, laying each of the picture frames that were on the table so that he did not see any photos."I'm going to ask his assistant to take care of it immediately," Anthony warned, promptly standing up.I didn't really like the feeling of kicking out Jon, but it wasn't comfortable looking at images from the past and not remembering my own past. There was a stain that I preferred to hide, since I could not clean it completely, and I avoided with dedication every trigger that could awaken it."He looked so beautiful in this photo," sighed Penelope, nostalgic."I know he's your father, Pen, but I really doubt that one day he was really beautiful," I played, settling in the huge chair. It was uncomfortable for my size, almost as if I were going to swallow myself if I stayed in the same position for too long
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Raising one of my hands to move away the hair that flows before my face, I grab my fingers closed in a fist that lightly touch one of my cheeks and take a step back. They are seconds of vertigo, a breath of time, but forgotten years that return to me at once."Did you remember anything, love?”It requires all my effort to act coherently and not fall on my trembling knees, because Jonathan Maxwell's vision brought from the dead does not rescue me from the veils of flashbacks and memories that I fought very hard to be kept in the past. Today I see that ignoring my hauntings never ceased to be a lost battle.Between containing the knots that form inside my stomach and dealing with fifteen years of memories trying to fit back into the gaps in my head, I lack space to say something intelligent. What forms between my lips is:"Why are you still alive?”Jonathan's face darkens a little. Especially because he decides to take an extra step towards me and this makes him escape from the range of
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"Can anyone explain to me exactly who these people are? "Colton questions no one in particular, his voice sounding nasalized and moist. It is obvious that the bleeding in your nose has not decreased at all. “Mobsters? Bloodthirsty bandits? I swear I don't understand.”Jonathan seems even more upset."Understand that a driver has just been executed for not seeing that two women were fighting and that one of them fell in the middle of the street and was run over. Understand that I'm tired of being betrayed by people who should thank me for protecting them. And understand, friend, that the only way to get out of here, alive, is to convince me that your life is worth something.”"Is that all you want? Forgiveness? I ask for forgiveness! If you want to hurt me or kill me because you think I would have the courage to do the same with Penelope... "I open my arms as I get closer. “Go ahead, Jonathan. Colton is not to blame for you being crazy. I have.”Jonathan decidedly ignores what I say an
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Jonathan waits until Hunter is standing and deliberately ignores me as he studies my husband with his eyes. He will not bother to answer because he no longer serves by the real name, but above all because he is still the same Jonathan who does not think I am worthy enough to understand his actions. Thinking that he hasn't changed anything bothers me even more. Everything has always been like a little game for him, and the problem is that until today I hadn't worried about learning how to win.The gloved fingers touch Hunter's hand and the golden ring reflects under the light of the pole."I believe that, with so much time of living with the Americans, it is not necessary to continue using our language to talk to you, little brother "he hums, pulling out the alliance that does not belong to him. "It seems to have had a lot of fun since you decided to betray me and our brothers. "He releases the ring, letting it bounce on the ground and disappear between the pavement and the curb. "It's
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