thomasI go back to the party to look for Cecilia, but I can't find her anywhere. I look around, searching the crowd of drunken, out-of-control students. All I see is Kelly, the friend she's always glued to. I dodge people and get close to her. I stand in front of the girl, who stops dancing and looks at me with surprise at my appearance in front of her.— Have you seen Cecilia?— I saw her leaving with a man, I think it was one of her security guards — he says and points with his thumb to the exit behind her.“The security guards aren't here today,” I say, and the girl tilts her head to the side, not understanding.I say thank you and get about thirty minutes for her. Anything. I start to get worried, with a really bad feeling in my chest. I leave there and call all the security guards who normally take care of Cecília, asking them to try to find her even if they are off duty. Then I call Caesar. It takes the man to notice me.“ Thomas? says with a sigh."Is Cecilia with you?" I ask
— Nothing will happen to her — I repeat to calm myself down, but I'm not sure of anything if I don't even know where Cecilia is. "I won't let anything happen to her."I walk back to the room to think for myself, but the two of them follow me without asking permission. I call security when I arrive and none of them have found anything on her.“Keep looking. You only sleep tonight when I find Cecília, understood? Find her! — I send an audio and forward it to all of them in the messaging app.- My girl... - Paula whimpers and sits in the chair in the corner of the room. "Where could my girl have gone?" What did you say to her? What did you do for her?"I already told you I didn't fucking do anything!" I grab a pitcher off the bedside table and hit the wall hard, in the opposite direction from Paula. - What the hell! I did nothing!- I don't believe! She must have been hurt. Cecilia is sweet, sensitive and easily hurt. You're a brute who doesn't deserve her. Paula gets up and faces me. “I
thomasWhen César and I arrive at the place indicated in the message, I see that it is a dark and isolated house. I signal for him to stay outside on the side. I wait a few minutes for the security guards to arrive because I'm not stupid enough to walk into an unknown place without knowing who and where I'm messing with. As soon as the men show up, I know I need to act fast, before the police. I don't trust anyone to keep Cecilia safe, not after this one.They stay hidden, guns in hand, as I make my way to the front of the house. I barely knock and a gray-haired man opens it. He breaks into a huge smile when he sees me and gestures for me to come in, as if I were a guest there.I observe everything carefully and look for more men, with guns and hoods over their faces like the movies we see, but there is only the man there.“She's not here, Thomas. Where is the money? You have nothing.“You think I'm stupid walking around with that amount of dollars. What did you want? That I arrived w
After two hours, we were finally released after a detailed interrogation. I'm glad the bastard didn't die, because that would just be a thorn in my side. I'm also not going to be indicted for assault because even in a country like this there is a certain… ease of escaping certain situations when you have money. They claimed self-defense and released me.Cecilia already went home before I did, because she was tired and had been through too much trauma for the day. I leave there and find César outside the police station waiting for me.He approaches slowly, his hands in his pockets.- Thanks. I will never be able to thank you. I don't know what would become of me without her.- All good. The important thing is that Cecília gets well - I say and sigh. I'm still feeling an insane amount of adrenaline and rage just at the thought of losing that girl. - Take care of her.I wave and start to walk away, but Cesar calls after me."What made you trust her?" he asks and I frown, not understandin
CecíliaI never thought I would go through something like this. My life plan was to graduate, start working with Dad, marry a man who loves me more than anything in life, and have lots of kids with him. Being kidnapped was definitely not on the list.I confess that I was afraid of Thomas not showing up. While I was sure he would do anything to find me, a little piece of my heart was afraid he wouldn't show up.But when Thomas said he loves me, all those fears were put to rest. He loves me! My God, what a mess everything has become over the last few months. And I can't believe it's almost over. College is over and we're going back to Brazil soon. My things are already packed and Thomas is sorting out some company errands, so I take the opportunity to say goodbye to Kelly."I can't believe this is the last time you shopped with me!" She complains and pouts. I laugh and sit down in the restaurant chair she dragged me to after entering each of the stores in the mall. She has more bags tha
I'm still a little groggy because of the time difference since we got back to São Paulo. It's only been a few days and I'm still not used to it. I've been sleeping more than usual and I've been feeling tired lately, so I really hope it gets better soon because I have to work.I was nervous on my first day, but now I've got the hang of it and I'm loving every second of it. Thomas wasted no time diving right into work as soon as we got here. He's really determined to get this place back on track after everything Dad's done, and he's doing it, because the work pile just keeps getting bigger. Everyone who works in accounting is swamped up to their necks with all the contracts and purchases and whatever else Thomas has been sending over the last few days.— Cecilia?One of the men who works here knocks on my office door and walks in holding a folder. I smile and he hands me the folder.“Here are those reports you asked for. Everything is ready, you just need to sign here.- Thanks.I look
Cecília"Be careful not to fall."Thomas has both hands over my eyes and is leading me somewhere in the dark. I almost trip over something, but he catches me.As soon as we got off work he started directing me somewhere and didn't tell me where. I have no idea where we are when Thomas stops me in my tracks.- I'm going to take my hands off your eyes now - he speaks in my ear and shivers all over with his thick voice so close to my skin.“Okay,” I whisper. I blink a few times to get used to the lighting when he lets me look and I frown, not understanding where we are.I look at the house in front of us, as big as the house I grew up in. There's a big yard all around, and Thomas takes my hand and starts leading me through it.“Where are we?” I ask, looking around as he practically drags me across the room.The house is beautiful from the outside, and the garden is even more beautiful. I see a large swimming pool at the back, beautifully manicured flowers scattered everywhere, and I let
thomasI look at the clock from time to time to see if I can go to the altar now. I still can't believe I'm getting married, and to a woman I still love. I always pictured myself walking down the aisle with some rich, high-society woman in a purely show marriage to keep up appearances. Rich marries rich, as they say. And they are not wrong. Now being here, nervous and anxious to see Cecilia dressed in a wedding dress was not in my plans.I arrange my blue tie in front of the mirror, arranging what I have nothing else to arrange. I hear a light knock on the door of the room where I am. - In between.'Mr Thomas, I have a problem. His fiancée is nervous and even threatened to give up on the wedding — one of the ceremonialists speaks after putting her head in the door.- What? Why? Where is she?The woman guides me with an expression of regret and I accompany her through the halls of the castle. Oh yes, my wedding couldn't be anything less than grand. Cecília tried to convince me that we
- "What happens now?" Lora questioned.- "Steve will listen to the whole recording countless times" Colton replied, nonchalantly.Both walked side by side to the end of the hall, where the training room was located. The soundproofed room was empty that morning when Colton opened the door, then waited for the redhead to enter.Deep down, that militarized man didn't like what he was doing. Teaching Lora to be an agent, when she hadn't even mentioned that she enjoyed the profession, felt wrong.- "Today is your lucky day. Let's practice some shooting" he commented.Target shooting was an activity that involved testing proficiency and accuracy, foresight and speed. It didn't matter if the shot was short-range or long-range.- "Where do we start?" The redhead questioned.There was a demarcation on the floor of the room, which indicated the place where people should stand, so they could aim at the target and shoot. The distance between the mark and the target was ten meters. Lora positioned
When she returned to her desk, Lora realized that the reason she left was no longer an issue. Her fame would be irrelevant if she was busy lusting after the one man she shouldn't. The redhead felt her knees weak; the fallen angel's touch was as vivid on her skin as her cells. Drake rose to pull out the chair for her, elegantly and gracefully. For strangers, thinking of them as a pair was automatic. - "I said you would be my key ring at events, but I think the key ring is me" he commented as he sat down with his friend, who held back a laugh. They both focused on stage as the musicians finished a classical melody, giving space to the master of ceremonies. - "Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you are having a pleasant evening. The starters will be served now, then we will have a greeting from the host" and, after an elegant gesture, the music reverberated through the environment, along with the murmur of voices in conversation private. - "You're a little flushed, but you don't seem to b
Home to the most acclaimed films in the cinematographic world, the city of angels was more an environment of pretense and performance than of pleasure. The venues, as luxurious and elegant as they were, didn't exude money like Vegas. And neither should they. For Los Angeles, Hollywood's legacy was enough. The events were also an appropriate time to reaffirm ties of influence and show the world that, in addition to money, guests had contacts. It was a confidential agreement between the American stars; be at the top and help those who were at the top to stay. In the backseat of the limousine, Jean, Drake, and Lora waited outside the Roosevelt. One of the most famous hotels among the stars of the red carpet. At first, it would just be a dinner among the cast that made up the film, but it ended up becoming the reason for a small gathering of photographers. - "You're quite famous" Drake smiled at Jean. - "It seems so" the older man looked out, seeing all those people worshiping his name
The city lights of Los Angeles were what lit up the world in dark times. The future was in the skyscrapers and in their grandeur. Every building on the outskirts of the city that never slept had a purpose; show your power. The Roosevelt Hotel was an interesting setting. With its white facade and large rounded supporting pillars, the building had a modern look. Its interior was no different, boasting an abundance of elegance. The chandeliers in the various rooms, the pure marble floors and the superior suites with indoor pools were signs of a fortune. In the master bedroom bathroom, in one of the city's most sought-after hotels, Evans Donovan was finishing lining up his bow tie in a millimeter way on his tuxedo. He surveyed his reflection, looking for flaws that anyone else wouldn't notice. But that man was obsessed with perfection in the details. His attire, as usual, was entirely dark. The only glow on her figure came from the silver rings on her fingers. When there was a knock on
ANGELIC...The sun's rays hit my face, making me wake up. For the last few days, we've slept with the balcony doors open, listening to the sound of waves crashing against the ocean's horizon. This has been my paradise; sleep and wake up on this island.I open my eyes, looking around the room for Aaron. He's always the first thing I look for, the first thing on my mind from the first minute of the day. He's not here, but he's left an arrangement of lilies on the bedside table instead.I get up, pluck a flower from the arrangement, and spin it around, studying the white petals. I'm invaded by an old memory, which used to hurt a lot. I was twelve years old, and right after my mother's wake, I was in the garden at home. I was devastated after losing her, not only to her death but knowing that it meant I would be alone. And for a twelve-year-old girl, being alone in such a big house was really cruel.I thought I loved my family. I was so loyal to each one of them that I believed I loved th
LEBLANC...Technology always amazes me. The way the world evolves, even if people don't follow the same path. And with that said, I'd like to point out one technology in particular: the Ferris wheel.Yes, the ferris wheel. Let's talk about her then.A large hoop of reinforced iron, with booths hanging from it, revolving endlessly to the right. Fast enough to entertain people, slow enough not to make you queasy. Simply fascinating, especially considering the colorful light show around.'I thought it was charming too,' Angelic says, interrupting my thoughts about George Ferris, the creator of the Ferris wheel.- What? I ask.- The ferris wheel. I was fascinated by her as a child.I look at Angelic, who is in front of me. I can visualize her child version, maybe with a bow in her hair. I can almost see her, tiny, staring at the ferris wheel, marveling at everything the curious eyes of a normal child can reach.However, on the other hand, I don't think she can have the same vision of me.
LEBLANC...She's looking at me, her big blue eyes expectant, making me feel like the worst person in the world. Hope glimmers in every blink, and I, like the asshole that I am, am about to lie to Angelic.- And then? she asks as she holds me transfixed with her disgracefully beautiful eyes.Being a good liar doesn't mean I enjoy lying, and more, it doesn't mean I enjoy lying to her. However, I have no options left. I nod my head, because I believe false gestures are less cruel than false words."Just be honest," she pleads.No. No way.I'm leaning against the kitchen jamb, meanwhile, Angelic is behind the counter, in front of the stove. In my right hand is something she just cooked. Angelic said they were chocolate chip cookies. She said they were Christmas cookies. But honestly, I still haven't found the taste of chocolate, just burnt dough and sadness. This is really bad. In fact, bad is an understatement. It's a disgrace.- It is very bad? She frowns.Right now, Angelic is the most
ANGELIC...When we got off the helicopter, the entrance doors to the house were already open. LeBlanc carries me in his arms, because I fell asleep at some point on the trip. This is explainable, as we took a short drive and then simply traveled to an island. He told me something about being a private person, but I couldn't imagine how much.I still feel half my brain asleep, so I don't even flinch at being held. I'm tired of tonight. In fact, in addition to being tired, I am resentful.I do my best to capture the details of the house. It appears to be an old building, with details reminiscent of castles. This suits LeBlanc as he appears to have king syndrome.'You live on an island,' I say. My words sound drunk with sleep."I don't like neighbors," he argues, making me smile.- Sounds arrogant.- Looks? – He looks at me – Make no mistake, I am.I snuggle into his chest as he heads upstairs. The place is so silent that it seems to be beyond the world. It looks like a bubble, where onl
THE WHITE...I don't knock on the door, I just turn and push the handle. The Bellagio is famous for representing elite scum, and this room represents that taxation well. There are black leather couches on either side, a bar to the right, and a bottle of tequila on every square foot.I find Benjamin sitting on one of the sofas. First his eyes fall on me casually, then they stare at me. He is part of this little group that would dance on my grave.- Where are the good manners? – he asks, puffing out the smoke from his cigarette – I think old LeBlanc will remember that I don't change my face to kill a bastard.Nothing like old friends.- We can skip the threat part. I know them all.I close the door behind me and step forward. I sit down on the sofa across from him. The contrast between us is interesting. His excessive alcohol consumption, the clothes that make him look like he's just been in prison, the numerous tattoos and the cigarette. I'm very surprised Benjamin didn't already die i