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
rahI told him everything.The weight on my chest was so great that I didn't even fight to keep the secret.I told him about the contract, the nights I spent sharing the bed with him, with Mickael, and everything.- You don't know how much I thank you for killing Mickael. I know this must be horrible, killing your brother. And you had never taken anyone's life before.He looks at me with so much love that my hands can't stop shaking.- I ask again. Don't you want to leave this life? This life as a gang leader. Do you really like this? Of dark business. Deaths.- I hate this. Everyone respects me because, in ten years, I learned to survive, but I hate this life. If it weren't for Simon marrying me to make my life a bigger hell, I'd be grateful for this marriage because it's going to take me out of this life.- You won't have a better life by my father's side.- Tell me something I don't know.- Look at the other women who passed through his life.-I know. The only woman he considers hi
Sarah- Simon, what do you want me to do? David is here. - Show him how you manage the territory. You don't have to worry too much. He will only stay there for a week. Then he comes to work with me. Can you take him to your house, dear? This way, he accompanies you in the company and beyond. I hope he already knows something about business when it comes into my hands. - I'll do my best, but... - But what? Why do you always have to challenge me? - Forgive Simon, but people will start talking if I walk everywhere with your son. - let them talk. Do what I tell you. In a week, everything will be different. He disconnects the call, and I turn the jammer back on. - For a week, you stay with me and follow me everywhere. - Don't you happen to have a device like that in your house? - Yes, but if Simon listens to me, how will I justify it? - Simple. You say you did it because we are talking about business. and you don't know if anyone is listening. - Simple. – I shake my head. - Dav
DavidWe slept together the first night at her house. The door is locked, and the jammer is working.The following day, we ate, and I did what Simon had ordered. We went to the company in the morning and in the afternoon, I met some of the men who worked under her orders.Luckily for me, some of the secrets started to come out, but I didn't want Sarah's business. I wanted Simon; I would have to be as much like Mickael as possible.We pretended we didn't know he was alive and tried to find out why they faked his death.That afternoon, before going to Sarah's house, I went to Beverly Hills and entered my father's mansion. He still wasn't home, and there were no traces of Mickael.I went into my room and closed the door. I turned on the jammer and entered the hiding place. Everything was the same, but I didn't want to take the risk, so I hid the receiver in the only place he would ever look: my father's room.I packed a suitcase, and my father came in when I got ready to leave the hous
DavidSeven days passed in the blink of an eye, and my relationship with Sarah had never been so strong. She did exactly as Simon ordered, and I tagged along on the new DeLuca strongman's latest weapons purchase.I don't know if my father was forming an army or renegotiating weapons in some third-world country, but Sarah bought him the new XM250 coupled with an advanced optical system, the XM157.I don't know what level of crime this was. I hadn't even seen these weapons up close before.I saw where the warehouse was, but I never knew how they got from there to their destination.One thing I was sure of: Orange was the capital of arms trafficking, and that was Sarah's specialty, although other business took place here. She watched the books and her men like a hawk, and none even thought about robbing or betraying this tiny woman.Despite being the result of my father's hostility, knowing her so strong and powerful excited me. Each of the seven nights we spent locked in her room could
DavidI know I have a tail. Every time something happens or I go somewhere, my father knows exactly where I am. But whoever he is, he's good. Even someone with experienced eyes like me can't identify it.Nobody knows me. Well, that's not true. One person knows almost everything about me. Sousa, my partner.Not even Theo, my best friend, knows what I've been doing in the last four years that I haven't returned to the US.It's hard to keep this part of my life secret from Theo. I can trust him, but he would be in danger if he knew.My father doesn't even dream. No one dreams, in reality, that the only good thing he, my father, did for me was send me to England.God, I shudder to think what my fate would have been if he had decided to continue trying to shape me into his image.He thinks he can do it now, without the rebelliousness of my 16-year-old self, but I'm not the same person he sent away.However, when I searched Sarah's office and Simon's office here at home, I hadn't found any
SarahI knew this was crazy, but I couldn't resist him.All my senses told me to run from David Campbell, but his kisses made me forget the reality of my life and lose myself in pleasure.Everything about this was wrong and put me and my family in danger.- David, we can't. – I say without much conviction.- Do not think. Let your heart speak for you. You want me as much as I want you.- I'm engaged to your father. He will kill us.- You can't marry someone you don't love. You want me; you don’t want my father.- You don’t understand.- What do I don’t understand? What do you think will happen if you don’t marry him? Are you that afraid?- My life is not important. The important thing is to keep my family safe.I move away from him, knowing I let him desperate at the loss of contact.He follows me, traps me between him and the door, and searches for my lips.I try to resist, I swear I try, but the smell of his breath clouds my senses, and it’s impossible to resist.His hands ran over
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate.- There's no point in crying.- Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want.I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long.- send the weapons here.I obey.- get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs.Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long.- All. I want you lying naked in that same place.That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here.I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible.He puts the gun on the table.- don't do anything crazy. – he says witho
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate.- There's no point in crying.- Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want.I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long.- send the weapons here.I obey.- get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs.Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long.- All. I want you lying naked in that same place.That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here.I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible.He puts the gun on the table.- don't do anything crazy. – he says witho
SarahHe starts laughing, thinking I'm desperate. - There's no point in crying. - Please spare me. I'll do whatever you want. I can almost hear the pulleys rolling in the guy's head. The wound he had on his arm was superficial and no longer bleeding, which reminds me of Brian. I look at him, and he was breathing, but he was still unconscious and bleeding a lot. If the bleeding didn't stop, he wouldn't last long. - send the weapons here. I obey. - get undressed cow. I'm going to give you the biggest fuck of your life. Who knows, you might convince me to let you live using what you have between your legs. Good, he falls into the trap. I start to undress slowly. He could see me in, because I wasn't going to live long. - All. I want you lying naked in that same place. That's right, idiot. Because the knives are really here. I lie down and he looks at me with a lascivious look. The cap he had on his pants was visible. He puts the gun on the table. - don't do anything crazy. – h
SarahThe shots don't stop, and I don't have my weapons. The police didn't let me keep any. Idiots. And now? How I defend myself.Oreo looks at me without realizing what's going on. He never comes inside, and now I'm here clinging to him in the kitchen.As suddenly as the shots started, they stopped. I wouldn't know if the Interpol men won or if they were lying dead on the ground.No more shots were fired at my window, but that doesn't mean anything. They didn't expect me to be watched.- Stay. – I order Oreo, stretching out my index finger, and he lies on the floor.Carefully, I leave my hiding place, move close to the floor, and go to the counter, where I take a knife from the drawer. Then, still crawling, I go to the entrance and look outside.Nothing could be seen, which was a bad sign. If the police had won, they would certainly be coming here to find out if I was alive.I wait a few moments and nothing happens.Would they have killed each other mutually?Of course, expecting th
SarahAfter last night, the last thing I needed was to be woken up by Simon. When I pick up the phone, I can't help but roll my eyes.- Good morning, Simon. Don't tell me that David is in trouble again.- No. That idiot has a hangover. It serves him well. Anyway, I wanted to tell you to stop by my office before going to work. I need to talk to you face to face.- I'll be there as fast as possible, but did I do something wrong? I got David…- You did nothing wrong, my dear. I want you at my office. You don’t need to run; I’m still at my house.And he hangs up.“Fuck. What he won’t now? Hope it’s not sex.”I can stop a chill in my stomach.Flashback to hellAlone, locked in the office of the man who caused her father's death, she begs under the man's cold gaze.- Miss Scott, business is business. Your father knew the conditions when he accepted my money. What do I care if you're going to live on the street with your mother? That property is not even enough to cover the remaining debt.-
SarahTo my amazement, I smell freshly brewed coffee when I wake up.I get up, do my morning rituals, and get dressed for work. When I enter the kitchen, David is making scrambled eggs.He feels my presence, and turning his head back, and with a smile, he says:- Good morning, Sarah. I took the liberty of making breakfast. Sit down, and I'll serve you. There you have coffee, freshly squeezed orange juice, French toast, bacon, and... - he turns and pours some of the scrambled eggs onto a plate near me. - scrambled eggs.- Thank you for the breakfast, but you shouldn't have bothered yourself with me. I only drink coffee in the morning.- Oh, come on, Sarah. Just eat a little. You will not regret it. My French toast is the best you have ever had. - I roll my eyes. - At least keep me company.- My name is "Stepmother" or Miss Scott.David holds up his hands and grimaces. Sit down and start eating.I sigh and sit in front of him. Maybe eating a little wouldn't be that bad; the aroma of ba
- Do you think what she knows could harm us? - Anything can harm us, but she doesn't know anything to prove my involvement. Many things connect her to business more than to me. - And the wedding?- I already ordered everything to be canceled. I will publish that my fiancée has not yet been found and that the wedding has been postponed. - Dad, wouldn't it be wise to keep LA out of crime for now? Father is rich, and the business is legal… - Don't be stupid. No one can find the trail of what I do. As for legal business, I have an idea. - What idea? - Your brother will hate it, but it's the perfect solution. - What solution? - I ask, confused. - I will pass all legal business into your name. - You're right. Mickael won't accept it... - … and I'll pass on the other business to Mickael. Mickael wants to be the boss, and the business's value is five times what the legal business gives. Michael won't be upset... much. - Is the father going to retire? Don't be an idiot. I will ret