17 – Mia Lauren HudsonI kept you here inside, where almost no one can reach, where few remain. — Dear JohnI needed to stay focused, remain indifferent to the thoughts circling my head. I just needed to occupy my mind. Night was falling, and I was in a room with three people helping me with my clothes, makeup, and hair. It was obvious I could do all that by myself, but I was married to a film director, and I needed to be impeccable that night because I would be by his side.I was very grateful that the cameras didn’t reflect the interior; otherwise, I was a mess. The chaos was present in every organ of mine, especially one that pumped blood. I couldn’t help but think of that fateful afternoon, of Apollo’s surprise and, suddenly, unwanted presence at NewScene.There was no meeting that day, nothing related to our movie, but I had to tell Jamie about my situation that evening. I had to explain to him that I couldn’t be seen with NewScene producers because Bradley still didn’t know abo
18 - Mia Lauren HudsonHe saved me in every way a woman can be saved.- TitanicApollo guided me through the garden of his house until he opened a door to our right. He left a space for me to pass first, and he followed. Everything was dark, and I couldn't see anything until Apollo turned on the lights. It wasn't a fluorescent light, but a lamp that cast an orange hue over the room, almost like candlelight. I dared to take a step forward and look around; it seemed to be Apollo's room.The walls were made of small reddish brick blocks, and several movie posters—what I assumed were his favorites—hung on the walls. I looked at each one and paid attention to a specific picture. It was my mother and Apollo's father, in a not-so-well-known photo from their first movie together. I felt Apollo move closer to me, and he smiled, looking at the picture too.I observed my mother's youthful face, her blue eyes and blonde, wavy hair in all her youthful beauty. She wouldn't have changed much if she
19 - Mia Lauren HudsonI Don't Want It to End Like This. Yeah, but it will end like this.- As if it were the first timeI woke up with a satisfied sigh, and the small rays of light showed me it was already dawn, and I was still in his room. I was so happy and fulfilled. I looked beside me on the bed, and it was completely empty. I knew I had to go back home, and it was also the morning of Christmas Eve. Everyone outside was going crazy, which was typical.So, I got out of bed, searched for my dress on the floor, and smiled at every vivid and real memory of every moment we had together. I noticed Apollo's clothes were no longer on the floor; he was probably inside his house, but I didn't have much time to stay there. Not until Bradley noticed my absence.Fixing my hair and tightening the coat around my body, I opened the door to that room, walked through the beautiful garden of Lily Castiello, and crossed the small street. I was thankful for the deserted neighborhood and even more tha
20 - Apollo CastielloHow will this end? How stories end when love is denied: with tears and a journey.Shakespeare in LoveI was in disbelief, completely untrusting of everything my life had become in less than 24 hours. And it was all because of one person, always the same reason, and I no longer knew what to think. Especially at that moment, especially when she wasn't with me. Because then I became an irrational being. Mia helped me be a better person, to think better, to breathe better. Without her, everything was too heavy, too arduous.And how did all this have to do with revenge? I was completely confused, scared, and deep down, I was hurt. And totally out of control.I pressed the accelerator hard, the engine roaring like my own despair. I needed to catch up with her. She couldn’t just leave like that, not after the last night we spent together. Not after surrendering to me, after I tasted her, felt her skin against mine. For God's sake, I couldn't walk away from that. I could
21 - Apollo CastielloIs regret something missing from your heart?Blue is the Warmest ColorI was waiting for someone to answer the door at Joy's parents' house while a snowstorm was falling heavily around me. The snow had covered everything in sight, creating an almost surreal scene of immaculate white. That cozy silence and the biting cold contrasted sharply with the emotional storm I carried inside me. I hoped Joy was in that house because it was Christmas, and everyone has their traditions. I had one too, but Joy managed to turn that tradition into something dark and painful.When the door finally opened, I was greeted by a comforting, though somewhat ironic, sight given the context."Apollo!" Mr. Marshall appeared on the threshold of the door, his expression illuminated by a mixture of surprise and genuine joy. "What a nice surprise! You've been missing, my son."Mr. Marshall, with his full white hair and piercing black eyes, welcomed me with a warm smile. I shook his outstretche
22 - Mia Lauren HudsonBut our love is like the wind. I can't see it. But I can feel it.A Walk to RememberI was flying. I was leaving all my hurts and joys from the past days behind, under where the clouds made a point of hiding. But it couldn’t be erased. The height, the distance, the miles that separated me couldn't erase your last look from my mind. Apollo even followed me. He followed me home, and yet, I left.My mind was dazed, a whirlwind of confusing thoughts crying out for an explanation that I wouldn’t let Apollo offer. The idea of hearing his words felt unbearable, a humiliation I was not willing to face, much more painful than the paranoias swirling in my head like a storm. I desperately tried to find some reason, some sign that fate, in its enigmatic wisdom, had brought us together for a greater purpose. But nothing seemed to fit, like pieces of a puzzle that refused to form a coherent image. Not in the mind of someone who had never experienced the warmth of true love, th
23 - Apollo CastielloWe will only be memories to each other.The Bright Side of LifeMy dad and I had just stepped back inside after a long day of Christmas shopping. My dad called me minutes after I left Joy's house, asking me to go to the mall with him since we hadn’t finished our shopping yet. If Mom had been with us, we would have had everything sorted out since December began. But she wasn’t. Instead, my dad and I were trying to keep up the facade that everything was fine, even when it clearly wasn’t.I thought about how the pain seemed to grow when we tried to talk about it. My dad had lost the love of his life, and I had lost Mom and the woman I loved without even realizing how much she meant to me. Now, she was completely distant, and I didn’t have the courage to call her.Joy’s voice still echoed in my mind, reminding me that she had chosen Bradley. I tried to avoid thinking about all of this, tried not to think about Mia.As my dad and I navigated the mall’s aisles, a part o
24- Mia Lauren Hudson Love distorts things.NymphomaniacWe were gathered in the Hudsons' living room. Bradley's entire family was gathered, and I felt at peace there. I felt almost relieved to be away from everything. I was far from London, far from how Bradley treated me in that city. I simply loved Dublin because there I could be the Mia I always wanted to be. A fun, funny, fearless Mia, and even if it was just a little bit, I felt loved.But this relief was not complete because my heart still seemed to be in pieces. And I struggled a lot not to think about him. Or about everything I had left behind.At that moment, I was sitting in one of the armchairs in that large, well-furnished living room with my mother-in-law beside me and my sister-in-law, who was trying in every way not to remain the center of attention there."Please, Mia. You need to have a serious conversation with Phoebe. She hasn't introduced this new boyfriend to me," Eleanor insisted on the matter with Phoebe, who
48 – Mia Lauren CastielloSometimes, it’s the people no one imagines anything of who do the things no one can imagine._ – The Imitation GameThe ballroom had descended into absolute chaos. The projector burned in furious flames, casting restless shadows across the gilded walls of the hall. Screams echoed through the space as guests, clad in their finest evening attire, scrambled like scattered chess pieces. Panic and confusion reigned, and amidst it all, Jamie stood still, as if watching the climax of a film he had directed himself. Smoke began to fill the air, mingling with the expensive perfume of the guests and the suffocating tension that hovered around us. My heart pounded violently in my chest, as if it was trying to remind me I was alive—at least for now. Apollo stood beside me, his eyes fixed on Jamie. I watched anger build on his face, transforming his features into a mask of controlled fury. “He did this,” Apollo whispered, his voice sharp like a blade, enough to make my
Chapter 47 – Mia Lauren CastielloLife is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get. - Forrest Gump: The StorytellerThe California sunset looked like a painting, but that day, no landscape could divert my attention from the letter I held in my trembling hands. The paper had the texture of something expensive, heavy. But nothing was heavier than the carefully chosen words that filled the invitation. "A night to celebrate the icons of cinema. The untold story." It was from Jamie. The same Jamie I thought I had left behind when I moved across the ocean, carrying with me the pains he helped fuel. His words sounded more like a challenge than an invitation. A silent, calculated provocation that made every nerve in my body vibrate in alert. Apollo stood beside me, staring at the letter as if it could transform into something alive and dangerous at any moment. His intense gaze and tense posture betrayed the same foreboding feeling that gripped me. "Do you think i
46 - Mia Lauren Castiello"I came here without expectations, just to profess, now that I’m free to do so, that my heart is and always will be yours." Sense and SensibilityA lot had changed since last year. Many wounds had finally healed. Tears were shed, but, as always, they also dried up, giving way to what could no longer be ignored: life went on. I watched Apollo while preparing dinner for myself in the backyard of our new home. He was shirtless, wearing only an apron, and with his usual skill, he was tending to the grill, where the burgers were slowly roasting, releasing a delicious aroma into the air. The warm summer of America called for that—heat, simplicity, and the feeling of a fresh start. “Taste this,” Apollo said, bringing a spoonful of mashed potatoes to my mouth with a playful smile. “Delicious,” I confirmed, letting the smooth taste of the mash linger on my palate, and he smiled with satisfaction, proud of his little culinary victory. Six months ago, we began this
Chapter 45"Yes, the past can hurt. But, as I see it, you can either run from it or learn from it." — The Lion KingIt took me many long years to wake up from a long, dark night. I had to fall, all the way to the bottom, feel pain like never before, so that I could wake up. React.And it was with my mind sharp, just like the pain, that I was planning my encounter with Bradley. The conclusion of this cruel and painful story he painted on my heart. Since Eros Castiello told me everything he had taken from me, I had been planning it. Alone. I wouldn’t drag Apollo into this. Not when everything started between Bradley and me.After downloading and saving all the files Eros had emailed me onto a flash drive, I went to Bradley’s house. Duart opened the door, looking so happy and surprised to see me. I hugged her quickly and asked where Bradley was.“Mrs. Hudson, he…”“I’m no longer a Hudson.” I interrupted, disgusted.“Sorry.” She blinked rapidly. “Mr. Hudson is in his office.”“May I come
Chapter 44 - Apollo CastielloWhatever happens, let us survive togetherThe last love letterMia was discharged two days later. She was fine, physically she was well. The medical procedures performed as soon as we arrived at the hospital, shortly after the explosion, were the reason that it didn’t mark her skin too deeply. I had broken my arm, but honestly, if I could, I would have walked into the fire for her. The news my father revealed still lingered in my head, and I simply couldn’t believe that, even before we had a relationship, Joy had such a cruel and dark past with Bradley. It was surreal how, in this life, we don't really know anyone. Nothing more than the version the other person presents to you. I was still trying to rationalize it and avoid bringing up the subject with Mia, especially after the terrible news my father brought, which had affected her deeply. Something had changed in Mia, and that scared the hell out of me because I was afraid she would lose herself, tha
Chapter 43 - Mia Lauren"Nobody hits you as hard as life, but not as hard as you can hit yourself. It doesn't matter how hard you hit, but how much you can take and keep fighting; how much you can endure and keep moving forward. That's what victory is made of." - Rocky BalboaMy eyes felt like they weighed tons. I could feel my body burning. A supernatural heat filled me. It felt like I couldn't breathe, but I forced myself, and my lungs, unwillingly, received the stimulus and helped the air escape. Slowly, I opened my eyes, and all I could see was white space. "What?" I whispered, but at the same moment, my throat ached. What was happening? I looked around, realizing I was in a hospital room. The smell of ether, the beeping of machines, and that intense white of the walls that I hated. What was happening? I looked at my body, and in that moment, I wanted to scream. But the words were stuck in my throat. My leg was bandaged, wrapped in some kind of dressing, and my arm as well. I
42 – Apollo Castiello I didn’t agree with you before, but at least I respected you. — Friends“Apollo, you need to lose that look on your face.” Mia stopped in front of me, arms crossed.“I’m fine.” I shrugged, looking away.I heard Mia’s laughter ring in my ears as she knelt in front of me, searching my eyes.“Deep down, you know I need to do this alone. You coming along wouldn’t help much.” She told me with patience.“I don’t trust Bradley, Mia. I can’t stand the thought of leaving you alone with him.” I confessed.Mia smiled, holding the back of my neck, her wild blue eyes locked on mine.“That’s why Paul’s going with me.” She smiled, then kissed me. “No need to worry.”I looked at the woman who could break me so easily, seeing just how she always got what she wanted, because I’d always let her. And once again, I gave in. The woman beside me was one of the strongest people I knew, and I knew she could handle this without needing a protector.“All right,” I finally said, and we bo
41 - Mia Lauren HudsonIt was you. You made it happen.— Brooklyn Nine-NineThe day had finally arrived! I was picking up the stones thrown in my path and building a huge castle with a sign that said: I DID IT. Even though there had been people along the way who almost made me give up, I persevered. I went all the way. And there I was, in a hall full of people finishing getting me ready for my movie premiere. I would be there that night because of my work, not just to accompany a man. I was there for myself because I did it.At that moment, I knew the whole media outside was digging into my life, speculating why I was premiering at NewScene and they could assert the reason for the end of my marriage. I had left Bradley because I was too selfish and needed to premiere in cinema alongside my lover. And well, I wasn't making any effort to deny any of that. If it was on the internet, it was true, right?Sometimes, rumors could be cruel, but well, they were almost always truths. And yes, I
40- Mia Lauren Hudson"Even to be a flower, you need luck. Some are born to beautify life, others, death."MatildaMy heart was pounding, and I could hear its beats in my ears. I didn’t know how I should feel at that moment. I was just too confused, too scared, and too disappointed.Seeing those photos made me remember every moment I spent with my mother. Beyond any mother-daughter relationship, we were friends. And she had never told me about Apollo's father. She had never mentioned the intimate relationship they obviously had. I wondered if my father knew too, if it lasted for a long time.Damn, I was nauseous.Apollo and I drove the whole way to his house in silence, lost in our thoughts. Now we had just arrived, and he was opening the door. I stepped into his home and faced a bright, comfortable living room. There were two sofas and two armchairs in front of a TV that was on, and his father was watching."Should I be expecting you?" Eros Castiello got up from the armchair and appr