SarahThe only sound was the normal noise of an airplane when traveling in first class. Simon and all the men accompanying us are the only occupants of this part of the plane. I needed a drink, so I accepted the glass of champagne that the flight attendant kindly tried to hand out to everyone. Simon doesn't look up from the newspaper, but I know he's not reading it.When I saw David at the airport, my legs gave out, and I almost fell. I bet the idiot followed me again. I don't know what conversation Simon and David exchanged, but Samon has been in terrifying silence since he left the airport.I'm starting to think he already knows everything. Who knows, maybe this visit to a cemetery will leave me buried there, too.My mind goes to my mother's sad smile. Simon can turn lies into truth, and my mother loves him. She was happy when I told her we were getting married.“What happiness, my angel. That way, I can die peacefully. Simon won’t let you miss anything, and you will be happy aga
DavidThe taxi stopped under a bridge, and six hooded men with weapons in hand were waiting for us. Within seconds, I am taken from the car, blindfolded and tied up, and thrown into what looks like a van.The men's smirks and laughter were unnerving.I don't know how long the van ran, but I had the distinct impression that we were going around and around. The sounds started to become somewhat repetitive, with fire sirens and trains passing by.When we finally stop, I am dragged out of the van.Even though I didn't know where I was, the space wasn't tight like the van, so I acted.With a kick, I knocked down one of the men holding me, and with a bump, I knocked down the other. I pass my tied arms behind my back under my legs and rip off the blindfold. With a quick movement, I broke the straps that held my wrists. I turn in the opposite direction to where the others were running and screaming, and I start running. My escape didn't last long. As I turned around, an arm resembling a t
DavidI don't know how much time passed, but no one came back here after I woke up. I feel dirty, stiff, and hungry, not to mention that my mouth feels like cardboard. It's so dry.Yes, my bladder couldn't take it anymore and I relieved myself. They will think it was fear, but physiological needs cannot be contained indefinitely.My hands feel numb, and I open and close them to feel them again. The numbness is such that it hurts unbearably, but I can't stop opening and closing them.When some feeling returns to my fingers, I reach for my coat sleeve.I've learned for many years that seams are great hiding places.I struggled to pull the sleeve and put my fingers between the stitches. A smile, which I immediately stop because my lip is throbbing, appears when I touch one of the small plastic balls I hid. Stopping to listen and hearing nothing, I take out one of the balls with two fingers, praying I don't drop it.I squeeze it between my fingers, breaking it and letting what it contain
SarahMy body hurts. Only God knows how much I want to curl up in a ball and cry. Simon tortured me for hours. Yes, sex with him is torture. He only seeks his sadistic pleasure and loves to see me suffer. I tried to imagine he was David, but it was impossible. I could never imagine that he was David when the things Simon did for me were opposite to how David made love to me. I'm happy to have known the proper way to make love, but I'm broken because now that I see the difference, my suffering is greater. I wanted to sleep, but my body couldn't relax with this man lying next to me. It's almost six am. Soon, he'll be awake. He told me David would be at the hotel door at 8 am to accompany us to the funeral. How can I look at him or even have him by my side?David- We will send a patrol to see where you were trapped when it dawns. For now, you should go to the hospital. One of the agents will take you. - In the morning? Now it's too late. I need help getting to the hotel. The hea
SarahI know Simon will punish me for disobeying him. He ordered the clothes to be sent, but I couldn't resist delivering them myself.My bodyguards face the ones protecting Simon, and I enter David's room.When I look at his beautiful, marked face, the air escapes my lungs.- Sarah, what the hell are you doing here? Did you disobey me?- You said I should bring a clean set of clothes for David.- I said send it. Simon closes the door behind me, and his hand is already touching my face when he looks at me.I can be happy. It hurt. But it wasn't as strong as before. He doesn't want to leave a mark on my face.- Father! What the hell!Shouts David. I think more shocked than furious.- Shut up. Don't interfere in my affairs.He rips off the small suitcase I was carrying and throws it at David, who lets out a small groan at the impact.- Get dressed. We're late.Something about David's expression made me insecure. Something different was in his eyes. What did they do to him, and who?Dav
DavidMickael turns white. Never in my life had I seen Mickael so shaking and afraid.- Dad, I never…- You are my son, and for 26 years, you wore my pride, and you pay me back by stealing from me? - Simon screams.- Dad, I swear...- Dad, I never, dad, I swear, you must think I'm an idiot. I saw the books. It was a masterful work. A cent here, a cent there, almost imperceptible. But that represents hundreds of dollars a day. You stole millions from me; you've been doing it for years. - Father, it wasn't me. The accountant handles the books.- Even if that were true, you are the leader, the responsible one.- Father?- Don't call me father. Do you think I will show compassion because you are my son? I told you a long time ago that here, in business, you are no more or less than the others.I don't know if this is another test from my father, but I enjoy seeing Mickael shrink with fear.Mickael panics. He pulls out the gun and points it at my father.Everyone present murmured and look
DavidMy work got drastically complicated. From now on, I will always have a bodyguard on my trail. My father will know all the things I do or think about doing.Forgetting the mission, I still have to sort out what happened yesterday in my head.I killed Michael. God, I killed my brother. Even though he was a son of a bitch, he had no other chance in his life, raised from such a young age by that man. I'm not like him because my mother protected me. My hands still shake if Sousa saw me now.Fatigue overcame me, and I slept all night, but I was more tired than before I went to sleep, with all the nightmares that tormented me.I need time to organize myself. I need to talk to Sarah.I'm going to throw everything on a bet without revealing everything. My bosses must hate my new plan… if they find out, but if I want results and save Sarah simultaneously, I must get her on my side or be discovered trying.After I have completed all my morning rituals, I go downstairs and sit at the tabl
DavidWhen I entered Sarah's office, she was getting ready to leave.- You arrived just in time.I look at her and can't help but look at the place where my father hit her. Aware of what I was doing, she put her palm on her hand.- How…Her eyes tell me to shut up, and I obey. - Let's go. The car is waiting for us. Where are your men?- I bet they're down there. I told them to stay home, but they followed me to Malibu. I'm going to take advantage of the fact that my father said that I could choose who men so that I can have someone who obeys me.- You sound like a real Campbell talking. – she says with a sad smile.I say nothing. All my concentration was on controlling myself and keeping away from her.Everything about her pulled me towards her. I was nothing more than a grain of iron, and she was a powerful magnet.- Stop looking at me like that. – she says, feeling her legs shaking.- Shall we go? I want to start this new life as soon as possible.With a sigh, Sarah left the office