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Resisting You 32. Celebration dinner
Nihara VittiI enter the room and meet all the members of the council already occupying their seats, discussing the last weeks of successful work. The looks on me make me a little uncomfortable, but Tobias’s, who seems to keep his eyes on me, warms me up. Other women are also present, some smiling and watching me with pride. Bernstorff stands before the giant screen, presenting graphs that show amazing numbers of subscribers and partnerships won in recent weeks. "Here are a few campaigns with which we have signed partnerships" he says, drawing Harry’s attention, who seems distant, looking at some papers ahead of him. "Harry?" "Yes?!" he responds, as he jumps up, making the CEO frown and the others look at him strangely. He stares at it for a few seconds and then proceeds. Tobias makes a brief presentation of the gentlemen present and their goals for various campaigns. And then I he
Resisting You 33. Have dinner with me tonigth?
Tobias Bernstorff “Is my son all right?” asks my father, entering my office. I straighten up in the chair and sigh. “How could I be so wrong with her, Father, as I could not see the kind of woman I had on my side?” I complain, melancholy, to see him sit before me. “You know, son, I think in a way you knew who the woman who shared her life with you was. But sometimes we prefer to ignore the facts in front of us to maintain the harmony of the relationship.” He speaks with an expression, of disappointment, as if he was going through something similar. But how He and my mother are fine. Or did that go unnoticed? “Is everything okay between you?” I ask, widening my eyes. “You and mom, is something happening that we do not know?” “Don’t worry, son, it’s okay. So, have you talked to your sister?” “Yeah, we talked. She said something like, I’m only talking to you because Nihara insisted a lot. It’s amazing how in such a short time she became so important to me and As
Resisting You 34. So, you’re the guest of honor?
Tobias BernstorffJust by decorating the space, I can already perceive a small influence of my mother here. I think exaggeration is a feature of my whole family. The place looks wonderful, with bright lights decorating the pilasters and square boxes displaying the jewels.High tables with small pots of begonias are distributed throughout the room. There are people from various areas of the city and the country, and had no idea that the exhibition would be so great. I thought it was an event organized by the university for a select group, but I clearly see my mother’s influence here. “Bernstorf family, welcome” a tall man, wearing a black suit with sparkles, welcomes us. “Thank you, dear. How is everything here?” asks my Mrs. Bernstorff.Astrid walks around the place, looking at the exposed jewels with sparkling eyes. I’m very proud of her, it’s been a long time sinc
Resisting You 35. Fake Friend!
Nihara VittiLast night was humiliating for me, even though I gave that journalist a good answer. I do not like to know that my efforts and work have been called into question, I would never accept such an exchange of favors. I’ll have to talk to Amber again, this time I won’t be so nice.My sister wouldn’t listen to me, she knows I’m not much for explaining my decisions, so she should consider it and listen to me. But it’s okay, when she wants to talk, I’ll be here to explain myself. I sit in front of the computer still in my room and answer some work messages, some are from custom requests and other congratulations and partnership invitation. My gaze fixed on the e-mail that I could not read because Tobias had entered my room as if he were the owner. Smiling. I click on the e-mail and read: December 21, 14:15 DE: niltorres@gmail.com TO: niharavitti16@gmail.com SUBJECT: Please forgive me Hi, Nihara, how are you?I swear it wasn’t planned. Months after his t
Resisting You #Prologue - Fake love
On the afternoon of November 20, 2021, at 6:10 PM, the gentle rays of the sunset painted a stunning sky. The colors blended harmoniously with the decor in toasted yellow and black tones, Bráulio favorite. The garden surrounding the altar held two impressive trees, their roots intertwined, symbolizing the deep connection about to be celebrated. From the room, I observed the lively activity through the windows as my Aunt Victoria and my mother welcomed the guests with warm smiles. The contagious energy in the air promised memorable moments. "And so, dear, are you ready?" My mom asked minutes later, entering the room with a sparkle in her eyes. She approached me with a smile. "You look like a princess, daughter," she said, stepping back a bit to give me a twirl. "I was thinking about you just now. I'm nervous, afraid I might stumble while walking down the aisle," I spoke, expressing my concern. "Well, that can happen," she said with a restrained smile. "But it's alrigh
Resisting You 1. The big decision
From the window of my room, I observe the intense glow of the silver circle, solitary despite being surrounded by bright points. Just like me. Six months have passed since I learned about my ex's betrayal, but the scars on my heart still ache as if no days have gone by.I tried to move on, distract myself with work, friends, hobbies, but nothing seems to pull me out of this state of pain and deep sadness. I catch myself always thinking about him, about the happy memories we shared, and then the pain is sharper when I realize that it was all just a lie.Likewise, I still have nightmares. Furthermore, I dream about him and the other woman, about the humiliation I felt when I discovered everything at the altar in front of more than a hundred people. And even when I'm awake, I still feel a tightness in my chest, as if the world is crumbling around me. I take a pause from writing, look at the moon's glow again, and sigh tiredly. I need to recover, I need to shine again like the moon, r
Resisting You 2. Hard news to hear
I finish getting dressed and head downstairs. I stop in the middle of the living room and see Quezia setting the breakfast table, Quelson is watching something on TV, and Mom is in the kitchen. Still visibly nervous, I sit down without uttering a single word to them. "When I'm like this, I prefer to stay silent, so as not to hurt anyone with my words," she stops what she's doing and looks at me with confusion, not understanding my behavior. "And now, what's your problem?" I feel anger surge as her question reaches my ears, which, given what happened a few minutes ago, is both foolish and provocative. I place the fork on the plate with such force that it produces a brief, irritating noise. I stand up and meet her brown eyes with mine, squeezing my eyelids shut for a few seconds before releasing a sigh. "Are you seriously asking me that?" I make an expression of incredulity. "Quezia, Mom, both of you, or rather, all three of you..." I point to my brother, who is sitting in t
Resisting You 3. Nilza tells her secret
Doubts torment me and sleep eludes me. I get out of bed and walk downstairs to the kitchen in a daze. Without thinking, I put the glass of water somewhere, and the sound of breaking glass echoes through the house. Worried, I mentally pray that my mother hasn't heard, but life doesn't always grant our wishes. She appears behind me, scolding, as all mothers do. In silence, we clean up the mess I've made together. In an unexpected gesture, my mother hugs me without saying a word. It's a tight but comforting hug that makes me feel less alone at this moment of imminent farewell. We talk about my departure, and Mrs. Candida advises me with the wisdom that only mothers have. Finally, she holds my hand and blesses me, which makes me feel emotional and grateful. I promise to always keep in touch, and she hugs me again, as if she doesn't want to let me go. Tears run down my cheeks as I say goodbye to my home and my family, certain that nostalgia will be my steadfast companion. I con
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Resisting You 35. Fake Friend!
Nihara VittiLast night was humiliating for me, even though I gave that journalist a good answer. I do not like to know that my efforts and work have been called into question, I would never accept such an exchange of favors. I’ll have to talk to Amber again, this time I won’t be so nice.My sister wouldn’t listen to me, she knows I’m not much for explaining my decisions, so she should consider it and listen to me. But it’s okay, when she wants to talk, I’ll be here to explain myself. I sit in front of the computer still in my room and answer some work messages, some are from custom requests and other congratulations and partnership invitation. My gaze fixed on the e-mail that I could not read because Tobias had entered my room as if he were the owner. Smiling. I click on the e-mail and read: December 21, 14:15 DE: niltorres@gmail.com TO: niharavitti16@gmail.com SUBJECT: Please forgive me Hi, Nihara, how are you?I swear it wasn’t planned. Months after his t
Resisting You 34. So, you’re the guest of honor?
Tobias BernstorffJust by decorating the space, I can already perceive a small influence of my mother here. I think exaggeration is a feature of my whole family. The place looks wonderful, with bright lights decorating the pilasters and square boxes displaying the jewels.High tables with small pots of begonias are distributed throughout the room. There are people from various areas of the city and the country, and had no idea that the exhibition would be so great. I thought it was an event organized by the university for a select group, but I clearly see my mother’s influence here. “Bernstorf family, welcome” a tall man, wearing a black suit with sparkles, welcomes us. “Thank you, dear. How is everything here?” asks my Mrs. Bernstorff.Astrid walks around the place, looking at the exposed jewels with sparkling eyes. I’m very proud of her, it’s been a long time sinc
Resisting You 33. Have dinner with me tonigth?
Tobias Bernstorff “Is my son all right?” asks my father, entering my office. I straighten up in the chair and sigh. “How could I be so wrong with her, Father, as I could not see the kind of woman I had on my side?” I complain, melancholy, to see him sit before me. “You know, son, I think in a way you knew who the woman who shared her life with you was. But sometimes we prefer to ignore the facts in front of us to maintain the harmony of the relationship.” He speaks with an expression, of disappointment, as if he was going through something similar. But how He and my mother are fine. Or did that go unnoticed? “Is everything okay between you?” I ask, widening my eyes. “You and mom, is something happening that we do not know?” “Don’t worry, son, it’s okay. So, have you talked to your sister?” “Yeah, we talked. She said something like, I’m only talking to you because Nihara insisted a lot. It’s amazing how in such a short time she became so important to me and As
Resisting You 32. Celebration dinner
Nihara VittiI enter the room and meet all the members of the council already occupying their seats, discussing the last weeks of successful work. The looks on me make me a little uncomfortable, but Tobias’s, who seems to keep his eyes on me, warms me up. Other women are also present, some smiling and watching me with pride. Bernstorff stands before the giant screen, presenting graphs that show amazing numbers of subscribers and partnerships won in recent weeks. "Here are a few campaigns with which we have signed partnerships" he says, drawing Harry’s attention, who seems distant, looking at some papers ahead of him. "Harry?" "Yes?!" he responds, as he jumps up, making the CEO frown and the others look at him strangely. He stares at it for a few seconds and then proceeds. Tobias makes a brief presentation of the gentlemen present and their goals for various campaigns. And then I he
Resisting You 31. I want you.
Nihara VittiThe company boils with the resounding results of the two campaigns launched. The perfume developed for the pre-adolescent and adolescent public is already among the best-selling products, and this with only two weeks in the market.A celebration party is being organized for later, and the office is full of energy today. From my room, I can observe the constant flow of people, some in meetings, others performing their usual tasks. Meanwhile, I am immersed in the thorough analysis and review of documents of the promotional campaign that will be presented to the CEO soon. The colorful charts and detailed reports are scattered around my desk as I study them carefully. My assistant, just entered, and brings with her a transparent bowl containing grapes, she approaches and leaves it facing me looking beggar. "Thank you for your kind attention." "Nihara, we have received many proposals for partnerships. In addition, the brewery Storne approved the logo, awaitin
Resisting You 30. I wish I'd met you much earlier
Tobias Bernstorff As soon as she opens the door, we stare at each other in silence, as if words are unnecessary to communicate now. She looks down at herself, presses her eyelids, and lets out a slight sigh followed by an embarrassed grimace. She's in a golden butterfly pajama that exposes parts of her body. I give a half-smile and raise my hand to her. “Hello…” “Hi” she gently squeezes my hand. “Please come in; I'll put on something more appropriate. Make yourself comfortable.” Please don't go; you look beautiful like this. I nod, watching her climb the stairs. I feel the other woman approaching, but my eyes can't detach from the vision in front of me until she disappears from my field of view. I turn towards her sister, who stares at me sternly, arms crossed beneath her chest. “This way, please, Mr. Bernstorff” she points the way to the living room. “I… How are you, and the baby?” I start a conversation. “We're great, thank you for asking” she gestures for me to sit. “And li
Resisting You 29. You and I
Nihara Vitti Today I needed to leave work early to meet with the real estate agent. The last two houses I visited are really nice, but they're too far from my sister's house. One indispensable requirement is that the place where I'll live be close to her and my workplace. While driving, I hear my phone ringing inside my bag. I decide to pull over, grab the device, and answer it immediately when I see Astrid's name on the screen. “Hi, princess, how are you? Did something happen?” I ask, concerned. We've been in touch since we met at the hospital. Astrid has been updating me about little Sophie and her brother, and we've been talking a lot. She's a smart, kind, responsible, and fun girl. Moreover, she's an up-and-coming jewelry designer, even at just sixteen. “Princess, of course I can come. Even if I had any prior commitments, I'd cancel them for you. Send me the invitation, alright? Take care, and a kiss for you.” I hang up the phone, feeling flattered that she thought of me for
Resisting You 28. The calm after the storm.
Tobias BernstorffAfter calming my little princess and getting her back to sleep, I realize that I am restless. It's past nine in the evening, and Astrid hasn't returned my calls. Worried and unable to sleep, I pick up the phone and try calling her once again. As the call echoes in the air, my gaze gets lost in the nighttime landscape beyond the window. The sky, illuminated by a myriad of bright stars, seems to witness my agony. Among those sparkling lights, the gray moon reflects gently on the tranquil waters of the lake in front of me.The voicemail interrupts the call once again, frustrating my hopes. I take a deep breath and decide to leave another message, hoping that Astrid listens to it and understands the extent of my concern."Hi, my princess, please don't leave me in this state of distress. Answer me, please. I know you heard our earlier conversation. Believe me, everything will be okay. Call me because I am on the verge of madness. If you don't, I'll be capable of scouring
Resisting You 27. A surprising discovery
Tobias BernstorffFrom the home office, I observe the sunset through the large glass windows, trying to assimilate the information from the document I just read. Every word printed on the summons seems to echo in my ears, increasing the tension that already pervades the environment.You are hereby summoned to appear in court on the twenty-eighth of December, two thousand and twenty-one...In two weeks.A chill runs down my spine, and my hands sweat cold as I hold the official note. I truly thought she wouldn't do this, that it was just nerves talking, and that when she calmed down, she would think better. But now reality stands before me, relentless and cruel.I sit again, thoughts swirling, while I analyze the summons with tired eyes. I take a deep breath, but the air feels scarce, compressing my chest in an agonizing tightness. I run my fingers through my unkempt beard, a visual proof of the negligence of the past few days, as I try to find a spark of hope amid so much uncertainty.
