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 24.— once upon a time the groom…Fortunately, my anger had almost completely dissipated, although I was still upset with Veronica.— How long will you not talk to me, ciliegia dolce? — Veronica still had the foolishness and courage to ask. I stood with my back to her and continued to arrange my clothes in the huge, rough wooden closet. — Cah…— she whispered, sly and hoarse, as she dared to touch my arm and turn me toward her. — Please don't be angry with me. — she pleaded, blinking her huge blue eyes.I almost gave in to her plea and put my indignation aside.— Veronica, back off, or I'm going on a sex strike for the next month. — I warned in a threatening tone.She gasped softly and backed away a little at the same time.— You wouldn't have the guts.I raised one eyebrow dismissively.— Do you still doubt m
Chapter 25.— Once upon a time, the past of the princess of this story…By Veronica Vachianno.| Currently. |After Carina left, I continued to stand and stare at the door, waiting for her to come back to our room. A few minutes passed and no sign of her, so I gave up and went to arrange my clothes next to hers in the rough wooden closet. And looking at her clothes, folded and arranged with a certain perfection on top of each other, caused a comfortable feeling in my chest.It was a warm, pulsating, welcome, intense feeling.— Would she ever agree to wear it? — I whispered to myself and to the surrounding stillness, as I opened the velvet box and looked at the engagement ring.When I accepted myself and told my grandparents that I was a lesbian at the age of 20, my grandfather, still alive at the time, gave me the simple, delicate engagement ring that
Chapter 26.— Once upon a time, the past of the princess of this story…By Verônica Vachianno| fifteen years ago. |Since I revealed that I was a little over two months pregnant that night, little more than a week had passed. At first, I thought Noah would abandon me and disappear into the world, but luckily I was totally wrong and taken by fear and uncertainty of what would happen when my boyfriend heard the news. On the contrary, he opened a huge smile, knelt down and hugged my belly, where he left a few kisses.‘’We will be a very happy family, my love.’’This is what he said as he looked into my eyes and pulled me into a breathtaking kiss.‘’We will be a very happy family, my love.’’I was ecstatic. In fact, I had never felt so happy and complete as I had since I met him and found