Do we have someone jealous of Veronica? Carina doesn't even know how to hide it hahahahahaha
Chapter 16. — Once upon a time, there was a feeling that could not be called jealousy… If there was one thing that was moving me at that moment, it was anger. Ah, My Lady of the Unlucky! There was another feeling lurking around, but I vehemently refused to give in and accept that I was jealous. Rebecca Turner and the demon in high heels had not yet left the office of the being who paid my salary. And the fact that it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon further increased my hatred for myself and half the world. No, obviously it was not jealousy, but the beginning of a heart attack or something. 16: 45. Seeing the time stamp in the bottom corner of the computer was as if something had lit up inside me, at the same time making me almost bury my fingertips in the keyboard as I furiously typed the last report of the day. No, I was not biting with hatred for that tall, blond, hot pest who has fingers and a tongue that should be considered world heritage! I was just curious to know
Chapter 16.— Once upon a time there was a stubborn and wonderful secretary…By Veronica Vacchiano.| six months later |It had been a little more than six months since the “ciliegia dolce” had sent me that simple “yes” by e-mail during her short vacation period that I granted her as a way to make her think more calmly about the proposal of becoming my secretary, my right-hand woman in the construction company. At that time, I was at a dead end and had no time to find someone who might be good enough to replace Mrs. Wilson in the position that had been hers for decades. In the end, I let her find someone who was committed, intelligent, well articulated, a true professional, and most importantly, extremely reliable. So I was totally taken by surprise and unprepared when Miss Fernandes' file was dropped in my lap like a time bomb by Lora Miller, her future former head of the Planning Department.‘’— Really, Miss Miller? — With a raised eyebrow, I frowned and stared at her. — Are you tel
Chapter 18.— Once upon a time, the newest flagrant…By Veronica Vacchiano.In the dim light that the flashlight of my cell phone offered within the median space, I watched with a certain nervousness and expectation his next steps. I narrowed my eyes a little and let the device slip through my fingers without realizing it. Carina dropped her belongings, which fell to the floor with a slightly louder noise than usual, and took short, decisive steps toward me. She stopped and stood with her body almost touching mine, without looking away at any moment.What a hot and wonderful woman!A mischievous, sensual smile broke out on those plump, naturally red lips, which I was so eager to take and savor once more. How could someone so stubborn, sharp-tongued, and with a debauched sense of humor be so beautiful, hot, and extremely attractive? This was a question I asked myself every day when she came to mind, although the answer was too obvious just by looking at her. Seeming to know exactly wha
Chapter 19.— once upon a time, the beginning of a busy weekI let out a lazy, annoyed sigh when my cell phone alarm rang, indicating that another Monday had begun. I swiped my finger across the screen, disarming the annoying noise, and rolled over in bed. Furthermore, I was extremely tempted to ignore the fact that it was time to get up and go back to sleep on the incredibly expensive mattress that I bought with my first salary as secretary from that evil, beautiful, hot being.— Hmm… — let out a low, lazy growl, that being of darkness who lay beside me with one arm tattooed around my waist. — Time to get up already, ciliegia dolce? — She leaned her face against my neck and kissed the sensitive skin tenderly, causing waves of shivers to run through me.I pressed my lips together in an attempt to suppress a malicious moan and concentrated on getting up to start another week of work. On the other hand, it was an almost impossible mission to accomplish, for she had positioned herself ov
Chapter 20.— once upon a time there was a meeting….Aaron Lefrebvre, the 33-year-old French heir, and his team arrived half an hour later. After formal greetings and a few not-so-discreet glances in Veronica's direction, as well as mine and Lora's, everyone sat down and another hellish meeting of the week began. Fortunately, it would be the last one of the day, although it was apparently more complicated and stressful than the others.There was still time to drop everything and go sell my art on the beach, right?— Why should we do business with P. & G. Vacchiano Construction when the competition is offering me almost the same service for much less? — finally asked the French heir, when both parties had already discussed some of the same points more than three times. I could only blink and wish internally that the meeting would end soon. — Could you tell me the reason, Miss Fernandes?
Chapter 21.— once upon a time, a trip by your sideIt had been a little over four weeks since Catharina had received Grace's wedding invitation to Lorenzo in her hands. The two of us were still standing, motionless and perplexed down to our last hair, in the middle of the room, when Veronica appeared in the still open door behind us. In the same instant, her huge, affectionate smile was quickly replaced by a worried grimace as she realized our state, and the beautiful bouquet of red roses she held in her hands was left on the couch in oblivion.In particular, it was not such a surprise to receive the wedding invitation from the two, but rather the courage Grace had to show up at the apartment. As promised by my best friend a few months ago, Arabella proved her suspicion of who Lorenzo's mistress was. Yes, Sofia Grace was the woman who was helping that being with a small dick to adorn my head with beautiful branching horns.
Chapter 22.— Once upon a time in Italy…After a few hours on the road, we were in a piece of paradise lost in an almost-returned location in Italy.I felt at peace after so long.The Valley of Yellow Dreams was a small town that had been founded, more than one hundred years ago, by a large Brazilian family coming directly from Bahia, Brazil. It was built within large, imposing mountains, surrounded by endless forests, open fields, and overlooking a paradisiacal sea almost all the way to the town center. It was only a few kilometers away from the nearest town with a larger population. The inhabited place was the closest to where Veronica's grandmother had settled after leaving the United States and returning to Italy.Although I was at peace in that small piece of paradise, I found myself about to be overcome by my greatest sin.Not even the almost cold water, which was falling on me n
Chapter 23.— Once upon a time there was an untraditional grandmother...Dear reader, you, in the last few chapters, must have noticed that my life has become a world of roses, love, hearts, rainbows, and beautiful flying unicorns, right? On the other hand, the joy of the poor is short-lived, and I continue to be the unluckiest person in this story. So, we will be back with the normal schedule in 1, 2, 3…— Veronica! — I exclaimed, astonished and surprised, as I got out of the jeep and looked at the house in front of me. — I hadn't expected this. — I confessed, a little embarrassed, and scratched the back of my neck.Veronica giggled beside me, causing me to turn to her, blushing.— And what did you expect, Carina? — She picked up a suitcase from the back seat of the jeep. — A huge castle with a red carpet laid out and jobs waiting for us? — she asked, d
Chapter 50.Bonus 8.By Lora Miller.| When she said yes to me. |— Love, since the kids are asleep, shall we watch a horror movie? — asked my girlfriend in a low, very low tone, lying next to me. — Please, Lo? Yes, let's, shall we? — Alicia even had the courage to give us a cute pout.Although the room was dimly lit, I could see how Alicia had an expectant expression as she waited for my answer. I hated this genre, and she knew it.— Ok… — I rolled my eyes, giggling. She let out an excited shout and stole a kiss. — But we need more popcorn, Ali. — I held out the empty container.She took it and stood up, before murmuring:— My love, with this miracle of you agreeing to watch horror movies with me, I can plant a cornfield to make as many pots of popcorn as you want. — She winked and walked away
Chapter 49.Bonus 7.By Lora Miller.| When the past came back for the last time. |— See you tomorrow, Miss Miller! — The security guard at the entrance of the P. & G. Vacchiano Construction Company building said goodbye to me as soon as I passed him. — Have a good evening! — He continued in the same kind tone.I smiled slightly in the direction of the man who looked more like a human closet, for he was very tall and muscular, and stopped walking so that I could answer him better.— Likewise, Jonnas! — I wished, flashing a huge smile. — And it's Lora, not Miss Miller. It doesn't even seem like we're friends. — I rolled my eyes, in good humor.Although he could have an intimidating appearance, Jonnas was a good-hearted man and a great joker outside his security posture. His wife, Ingrid, had babysat for Ashley as a
Chapter 48.Bonus 6.By Lora Miller.| When Love Touched Me Once Again. |Throughout my almost 37 years, I have deeply loved three people. The first was Ian, my ex-husband and the father of my two children. Our marriage came to an end, although our companionship, friendship, and respect only increased with the passage of time. Currently, he, his current wife, and I have become great friends. On the other hand, my second love experience was not very good, and I was still left with a broken heart and some traumas as consequences of Arabella's selfish and irresponsible attitudes. I could never force her to reciprocate my feelings, nor to continue her relationship with me while desiring and loving someone else. On the other hand, much suffering and tears shed could have been avoided if she had been sincere from the beginning. About three years after the near-event of the wedding of the centu
Chapter 47.Bonus 5.By Lora Miller.| When the past returned for a brief moment. | Part 2.I wanted to laugh at Sofia Grace's irritated and furious expression. Arabella's face was still livid, and I could almost see her begging me not to tell her wife that she was still looking for me.— Well, didn't you tell her, Arabella? — I asked, looking directly at her. Arabella remained silent. I let out a falsely disappointed sigh and turned to Sofia Grace. — Your wife kept calling and texting me, until I had to change my number three times. Nowadays, can you believe that she still has the nerve to keep creating fake profiles and harassing me on my social networks? — I nodded my head in denial, although I wanted to laugh. The scammer looked like she was going to have a stroke at any moment, which I was loving. Finally, I continued in a deba
Chapter 46.Bonus 4.By Lora Miller.| When the past returned for a brief moment. |Part 1.It had been almost two weeks since I had met Alicia again at the restaurant and found out that she was the youngest daughter of the couple who owned the restaurant. Almost every day I faithfully went there for lunch, even if it took a few minutes because I was swamped with construction work, to see her and exchange a word or two with her. When I felt more comfortable, I apologized for leaving her sleeping alone in the motel and left with a single goodbye note. She just smiled and affirmed that everything was fine, which encouraged me to ask for her phone number.I couldn't hide the huge smile on my face, which was due to the fact that Alicia Reese had just agreed to go out with me. We would meet on Friday night of the same week in a quieter and more private bar, diff
Chapter 45.Bonus 3.By Lora Miller.| When she became unforgettable. | Is it possible to fall in love with a person in a single night of living together without the slightest emotional attachment?Since the night I met that girl, Alicia, at the bar, and we went to the nearest motel, it has been a little more than a year. I had a hot, wonderful, amazing night with the stranger, whose name I only knew, just as she knew mine. Although there was a strange desire to really get to know her, a whole new desire burning in my chest, I just left a goodbye note and went home, leaving her sleeping like a beautiful angel on the luxurious red sheets. It was a night without promises or unnecessary questions between us. Never again would our destinies intertwine. Miami was too big, and the United States, even bigger.On the other hand, just over 365 days after a night of casual sex, I ha
Chapter 44.Bonus 2.By Lora Miller.| When she gave signs of life and the pain returned to my chest. |In the blink of an eye, days turned into weeks and soon more than six months had passed. During this period, soon after being comforted by my daughter, I had a frank conversation with Carina, who advised me to seek help with weekly therapies. At first, I was a little hesitant, as it never crossed my mind to seek help from a psychologist because of a pair of horns and a kick in the butt. Fortunately, I listened to the new Mrs. Vacchiano and am now going to Dr. Catrine Smiths.All in all, it was a great choice.I was doing well. Always attending the weekly therapy sessions, opening up more, focusing on the big project that had become the construction of the French heir's outdoor mall, smiling, feeling my heart keeping a rhythm of its own, happy with myself, my children and
'' She had her heart broken and hurt by Arabella Kwon, her ex-girlfriend, in the past. On the other hand, Lora Miller found in Alicia, a girl 15 years younger, the true meaning of what love was: respect, fidelity, companionship, and the expectation of a happy ending.’’Chapter 43.Bonus 1.By Lora Miller.| When it hurts me the most, your attitudes… |My bedroom was plunged into a deep, agonizing darkness. The silence, which had surrounded me and kept me company like a best friend for decades, was becoming almost claustrophobic. It was interrupted only by my low cry and a few sobs that escaped from deep inside my chest without any permission. I pressed my lips together and closed my eyes more tightly, shrinking further into a fetal position under the thin sheet I was using to cover me completely. I struggled to hold back the hot, constant tears, as well
Chapter 42.Epilogue.— Once upon a time, happily ever after.| two years later. |The little blue eyes of the over-three-year-old girl almost sparkled, just like in her beloved cartoons, when she came out of her bedroom and stopped in front of her two mommies' room. Soon, a wide smile drew on her childish lips, and she squeezed the one-eyed bunny tighter in her short arms. Tiptoeing, like the good little pest she was, she grabbed the doorknob with her free hand, turned it, and the door opened with a slight creak.— Mom? — whispered the blue-eyed brunette, in Portuguese, because that was her favorite language for communicating, with her small body partially inside the dimly lit room. — Are my mommies still sleeping? — she asked, curious.Although she was less than four years old, little Paola was a very intelligent girl and could speak and express herse