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The ticket takes me to a gallery. A closed large window is responsible for bathing the room with a strange white light that comes from outside, and I study the intact windows at a glance, looking for a guarantee that Jonathan had no other way to get out than the only door ahead.A trail of blood is interrupted a few steps before reaching the door, although it has formed a generous puddle in the place I am stepping on. The blood still looks fresh, and I deduce that maybe your followers found a way to stop the bleeding, keeping it safe inside the room while cleaning the way outside.I realize that they can still be very close when I return my gun to the holster on my thigh and hold only the one that belongs to Dante, adapting to the weight, and I hear noises behind the thick wooden door. Like everything I've been hearing tonight since the beginning of the carnage, they are just shouted words and appeals made in a foreign language.Taking a cautious step back and stabilizing the gun in f
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The corridor is as long and wide as all the others on the lower floors, but the door we go through leaves us at the top of the stairs to the second floor. There is no blood on the steps. They didn't even have time to walk down the hallway. Jonathan's followers were taken away, but he's here."Wait," I ask the policeman. He interrupts the steps he would take away and turns his head to look at me. "Do you have a knife?”I have rarely noticed the features of a man trained to serve to show so much annoyance. I can't censor him for wanting to prevent me from continuing to sink into this thirst for revenge. He knows I won't change my mind just by looking at my face. I must look completely crazy right now. Maybe it is.A combat knife is delivered to my hands. The handle is short and made of wood, and the sharp blade is curved, making it even more deadly dangerous. I test the "footprint" I can make with the object, changing hands and feeling the air cutting through the shiny metal. I decide i
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“Finally! "Gabby exclaims, getting up when he saw me enter the hospital waiting room. "I couldn't stand waiting for your news anymore.”Momentarily confused, I look through the unknown room, studying the space of one of the few hospitals in Washington that I never set foot in. That is, remembering the time when I lived with my father, when I could say with conviction that I spent most of my time in hospitals than in any other public place."How long have you been here?”"For a long time" she represses a tired sigh, but as strongly as she can, she quickly wraps my shoulders with her arms before pulling me against my chest. Gabby hugs me tight, causing my hospital sweater to bend uncomfortably against my body. "We were truly worried when the police lost the surprise element of the night.”"I confess that this was not one of my best plans.”Gabby moves away a few centimeters and looks at my face with peculiar caution."What exactly happened at this dinner? You may be one of the few consc
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"Do you want to know the truth, Gabby? I don't know how to act if it's not like that, being cold. Because almost two hundred people were poisoned tonight and are in critical condition, because of me. Some may survive with sequelae, others may tell the story of the day when a lunatic's ex-girlfriend put everything at risk to try to take revenge, but this is much better than the minority that died before receiving help. And I'm afraid to admit my vulnerability before I'm sure it's over.”"Seen from this angle..." weighs Gabby. "But you need to see that denial will only postpone your suffering. Cry now, if you want, don't repress the mourning inside you again, Suzy.”I give a mocking smile."Unfortunately, having a problem with my choices is not something I can control without medicine and a lot of therapy, as you already know.”A small and miserable part of me feels proud for not having an immediate response from Gabby. His physiognomy changes from a desperate hope to an eternal dismay.
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Gabby holds my face with both hands, keeping our eyes at the same height.“Heave me, Suzy. He's dead. The Brotherhood that the father and he commanded will no longer exist from tonight. He can't rule anyone seven feet from the ground. It can't affect anyone else's lives. You can't blame yourself for any of this anymore. The story between you is over, now you have to wait for Hunter's justice.”"Justice is against Hunter" my voice fails, but I repress the emotional pain with all the strength I have left."But we, the people who care about him, are next to him. We can wait as long as it takes until he is cleared, until Jon Maxwell is arrested and convicted. We can wait because Jonathan can no longer control any of us.”Without any permission, I feel my eyes burn in tears."I tried to be strong for everyone. I tried not to be afraid and not to feel what hurt me, because I knew they needed me. Penelope, Hunter, Colton, and even my brothers. But everything I do always doubles in size and n
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My tests did not detect any trace of poison or any chemical anomaly in my body, but the one that serves as proof of my pregnancy has a high concentration of the Beta HCG hormone, so the doctor in charge of the shift the day before asked me for an ultrasound for today.I’ve been awake since six o’clock in the morning because of anxiety. I am not taking any medicine, or natural tranquilizers, and sleeping at home, alone, after everything that happened, was more complicated than I expected.My father didn't sleep at home. He spent the whole night talking to people linked to the Turkish embassy right here in Washington, because, according to Gabby, questions about Hunter's visa will be completely suspended as long as his legal situation is not resolved, but if there is any chance that his family will be found, this is the ideal time, as long as he is not yet tried and convicted.As one of the witnesses and victims of Jonathan Maxwell's attempted carnage, also known worldwide as Saltuk Moh
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An employee of the house shows up and takes Gabby's empty plate, but she is very distracted looking at nothing to notice. Looking closely, she doesn't stop hitting her nails on the table, clearly swarming with some internal dilemma."Do you want to tell me something, Gabby?”"Oh, nothing..." she opens a dull smile. "It's just that two of your brothers called earlier today. In fact, only one of them called, but the two were included in the conversation.”The chair releases a soft moan when I retreat into place, abruptly attentive."Who called?”“Mikaela and Lawrence.”"I imagine that my family still watches the news," I say with a slight grudge. "There must be a lot of new curses for the daughter who always brings shame to everyone.”"Your brothers didn't seem at all embarrassed when they asked if it was too problematic for them to spend a few days here, with you," she replies in a soft tone.I'm speechless for a moment. I never stop being surprised by my family."My mother must be fre
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Despite the strong sun, I'm shaking a little when I park in front of Penelope's house.It is the first time since everything happened that we met, and it is to be expected that I am nervous to the point of feeling my frozen fingers around the steering wheel. Even though I've already completed a month since Jonathan's death and his father's arrest, I can't say how things are between us.In general, little by little everything has begun to return to normal, with reporters dealing again with questions about the horrendous economic situation. But there are still those photographers who are always looking to capture any fragment of information about the biggest federal controversy of the last decade "no matter how dishonest this is "in order to publish in dubious magazines.In my testimony to the police, I was instructed to omit details that could cause distrust and contradiction. My company is still being investigated, but the only thing that really matters to justice is that: Jonathan Ma
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My Foreign Husband The End (POV Hunter)
I listen to her steps before she appears on the door frame, balancing herself in high heels that highlight the entire length of her naked thighs.Leaning with one hand on the wall, she watches me for a long time, from where I am kneeling waiting for her, venerating her.She's in no hurry. You know that I am, more than ever, willing to drown in any delight that your newly discovered sexual hunger is inclined to offer me.Therefore, I take this as an invitation to record every inch of her body in underwear made of leather and latex. She is wearing a black bodice with braided buckles that settles around her breasts as the perfect design of a heart, leaving her lap raised and more inviting than she has ever been. Black hair is hidden for some reason under a blonde wig that barely reaches your jaw, but that matches perfectly with your idea of innovation.I'm pretty sure I have my eyes shining when I notice the garter belt that connects in her tiny panties, considering that she worries about
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“Listen, Mika. I want you to calm down. This is nothing but drama and emotional blackmail, it's soon over. And Grandma hit you for believing she's not strong. Have you ever thought how many times she and our mother fought and kept talking?”"This is not about mom," she sighs, calming down. "Our grandmother is dying, Suzy. She doesn't have any more time. She can't worry anymore. You can no longer have to stay away from your grandchildren because they are contrary to what her daughter wanted. She always wanted us to have someone to take care of us, but she also believes that this someone has to be a man, and all I want is to offer her some comfort before it's too late and that this guilt tear me apart inside.”That's what it is.Guilt made me make hasty decisions, but if I had had another choice... If I could have prevented the worst things in my life from happening... I understand what my sister means, but I can't help but shudder.My family is too conservative for a woman who succeeds
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TWO MONTHS LATER“Something tells me that there are two very hungry people, Suzy... "sing Gabby when she appears through the door with two dormant packets in her arms.Gabby invades the office of my apartment without worrying about the cardboard boxes that guard my future move, and that lined up in the four corners of the walls, smiling openly even with the uncomfortable crying of two children at the same time. They are wrapped in wraps of the same color, because I didn't want to prematurely define the color my children should use "like blue for Adam and pink for Eylem; both are in red.I ask Gabby about Hunter's whereabouts, in which she gestures with her shoulders, going around the table so I can carry the babies. She says that my husband may be in the bath, or in the room he has been using as a studio for his photos, or simply resting. She cheerfully nods to Colton and Penelope sitting in front of me, both with expressions of pure charm when seeing the babies.Penelope sighs passio
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Long before I met Jonathan, I tried to deal with my problems with oblivion, with ignorance. Because I thought that not admitting something could make it less true. So I didn't admit my mistakes, and I didn't see the mistakes in others, because that way it was easier to continue acting naturally even with the chaos in my head.This caused me problems in the future, made me sick and weakened. I filled my head with unnecessary occupations. On the other hand, I learned several languages, traveled the world to graduate as many courses as I could, I got a chance to show everyone who blamed me that I could be better than that. But inside, there has always been the shadow of a child hidden in my tangle of memories. There has always been instability.I open the door that takes me to the leisure area of the roof, where the water in my pool is motionless and apparently very cold. The large window that allows me to see the sky is open, blowing a cold breeze against my loose hair, pushing it to my
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No one dares to even give a peep while watching, stunned, the long and intense kiss that Mikaela steals from Penelope.Not even Colton, whose act is limited only to taking a step back, looking away and leaving. He takes the glass of some drink in his hand in a hurry to go out the door, without caring about the looks that move to accompany him. I can't see her face, because he passes through the door with his head down, but the strength with which he hits her says a lot about what Penelope's inertia before the kiss may have meant to him.Penelope, however, is the first to recover from the shock, and what she does next almost allows us all to hear Mikaela's heart breaking.She is reluctant for a second, but ends up pushing Mikaela away, pushing her with a touch of delicacy on her shoulder, just before looking for Colton. When she realizes that he is not, Penelope curses some profanity and passes by Mikaela as if she were just a stone on the way. In a single second of impetus, my friend
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"You only live once," rehe rehetes Nicole, another friend of ancient times. "It was always this phrase that Glenda used for us to agree to do something stupid.”“Nothing has changed! "Exclaims Samantha in a muffled scream, putting her shell-shaped hands in her mouth.Only three of my best friends at school could be here right now. I made the invitation to everyone because I remember that they made my wedding one of the best brands of my life. And the best part about this is that they are all already married, or with children, and offered to take care of me in the postpartum period."How are you feeling about waiting for the babies, Hunter? “My father asks.“Nervous”Glenda laughs."If Suzy hadn't been so exaggerated, she would have had one baby at a time," she scolds in a mocking tone."I just need to know the formula to get far away from a twin pregnancy. It's my husband's dream, "laments Samantha."Stay away from the Turks," I warn.Hunter slides an arm around my body, wrapping me e
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"It's great to have all of you here tonight," I say when I raise a glass of juice. "It's not a Thanksgiving day, but it's a meeting with the most important people in my life, and the last time I'll see you for a while.”My pregnancy will not reach the thirty-seventh week, like the pregnancy of a single baby, and that is why I had the choice to prepare for hospitalization in the maternity hospital with almost eight months of gestation. Recognizing this left me panicked at first, but I already knew that I could not rule out a cesarean section since my exams became more frequent each new month.The babies are big and heavy, my stress "no matter how small it has been in recent weeks" has increased the chances of a premature birth, and my anxiety has not helped in much to ensure my rest. I'm leaving tonight for the maternity hospital, and I chose to have a dinner with friends and family members "the only family that really matters" so that they can give all the positive vibes I need for th
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I observe the funeral silence that seems to observe us as a living form. Nothing but dust and silence, it's all we become after we were dead. How many of these souls will ever find peace?"One day they will cease to exist, dear. They will never be forgotten. We will still be fighting for them. Remember what you told me on our honeymoon?”Hunter gently denies it with his head.“I knew a lot of secrets for you that night.”I give a soothing smile with the memory."And one of them was that if at some point I thought about giving up, I should remember that I still had a world to save. We still have a world to save, Hunt. The world that will be the home of our babies. Don't give it up. Not now.”Hunter retreats slowly, looking at my face as if he were seeing him for the first time. Maybe you are writing down the details and remembering others that may have been forgotten in your period in prison. The anklet deliberately hidden under his jeans shows no sign that he may have problems for bei
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We are in front of one of the cemeteries where unidentified people are buried. Hunter's uncle brought us here this morning, with the intention that I thought was a way to get closer to the family ties they lost over thirty years. It is the worst day anyone could have chosen to visit a cemetery without gates or any privacy, in an open field with a lot of dust and dead trees around.Path hand in hand with Hunter, while his uncle makes his way on the ground and talks about having visited each of the nameless tombs over the years so that he could bring peace even to those who have never had a family to cry about in their graves.It's a windy and terribly humid day, like the prelude to a storm.It's autumn, we are about to enter winter, and even the sun is misleading at this time of year. I'm wearing a scarf and above all, my body temperature has dropped faster than usual, and I'm always thinking of a way to protect my babies at all costs; even if the evil to be fought are the strong winds
