Chapter 35.
— Once upon a time, the marriage of the century…
Part 1.
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The big wedding day had arrived with many surprises and confusions, although I still didn't know what would happen a little later.
— Mercy! — My eyes widened. — By the Goddess of Women who like Women, Veronica! — I exclaimed, laughing.
The smile on my girlfriend's face was wide and very satisfied.
| The day before. |
The smile had not left my lips. In fact, I couldn't stop admiring the simple but perfect ring that Veronica had given me the day before, after hearing her confess that she loved me too. Like me, the Italian goddess also wore on her right ring finger a ring that I had bought weeks ago, when I assumed the extent of my feelings for myself. The memory had been in my mind for the last few hours. Everything had been magi
Chapter 36.— Once upon a time, the marriage of the century…Part 2.| The day before the wedding of the century. |I witnessed up close how my best friend was destroyed and suffered when her former relationship with Sofia Grace came to an end. Unfortunately, there was only love on one side, and I got tired of telling Arabella about it. Although there was a huge depression that enveloped her like a cloak of pain, part of me took a deep breath of pure relief and vowed that I would always stand by Bella, regardless of the situation.I would protect her with my life if it was necessary.When Arabella finally told me that Lora and she were in a serious relationship, I was very, very, very excited, and anxious, hoping that everything would work out this time. It was wonderful to see how they complemented each other and the lighthearted way the courtship unfolded over the wee
Chapter 37.— Once upon a time, the marriage of the century…Part 3.| Currently. |There was no doubt that Sofia Grace was a despicable being, dear readers. On the other hand, I couldn't say that she made a bad choice for the decoration. In fact, it was too simple for her personal taste, which I still remembered. Everything was very nice, harmonious, and cozy, which was the complete opposite of the extravagant and luxurious life that Grace impotently flaunted and wished she really owned when she hooked her future millionaire husband.— What's with the face, my love? — Veronica asked in an affectionate whisper. Her hand resting on my waist gave a firm squeeze, drawing me out of my thoughts. — I can feel your neurons are burning up from here. — she joked good-humoredly.I nodded and laughed, for my beautiful Italian girlfriend was
Chapter 38.— Once upon a time the last revenge…By Veronica Vacchiano.Part 1.If angry looks could kill, my beautiful girlfriend and I would be seven feet under the ground, which didn't bother me one bit. On the contrary, it brought a huge smile to my crimson-colored lips and a feeling of satisfaction, because the last part of my revenge was about to come true. It would be in that marriage, mediocre and based on lies and more lies, that my sweet family would have its secrets exposed, including that girl who had dared to forcibly kiss my girlfriend days before.That damned woman had sexually harassed Carina.Just the memory of Carina sitting on our bed with a faraway look on her face and a sad expression as she told me what had happened the day before our walk to the waterfall made my blood boil with anger and a bitterness take over me. I would forever carry the image
Chapter 39.— Once upon a time the last revenge…By Veronica Vacchiano.Part 2.The idea of uniting my existence with Carina Maria Botelho Fernandes' for the rest of the time I had left on earth was perfect. There was no longer any doubt in my mind how much I loved that woman and how much I wanted to make her mine in every possible way. The question was: would Ciliegia Dolce accept my request? After all, we had only been girlfriends for a few days. I tried to put this doubt aside and concentrate on what I was going to do soon.— Veronica, have you ever heard that you reap what you sow? — Carina whispered with her mouth almost pressed against my ear, which caused goose bumps all over my body. Looking at her, I nodded, curious, because her question was so unexpected. — Then they must have sabotaged my garden. — She made an adorable face. I wrinkled my eye
Chapter 40.— Once upon a time, the last revenge…By Veronica Vacchiano.Part 3.An almost sepulchral silence fell over everyone present in the garden of my nonna's mansion. It was as if each person had turned into a living statue while awaiting the next events. My smile widened with pure happiness and satisfaction when I realized this. Madame Paola Vacchiano had put an end to the bad and despicable race of her only son, whom I called father and loved as an equal in my childhood. Although I knew that my nonna felt relieved as she said every word, I also knew that her heart was weeping and mourning the unexpected turn everything had taken so many years before. Grandma had lost her only daughter in a violent robbery, and her only son had become a being of abominable and miserable character over time. My heart ached to hear how that amazing and eccentric Italian lady blamed herself for
Chapter 41.— Once upon a time the last revenge…By Veronica Vacchiano.Part 4.— Love? — Carina called out to me. I turned to face the woman of my life and forgot about the existence of everyone around us. Finally, my revenge was over, and I could go on with life without bitterness for what happened so many years before. — Since we won't have the traditional bride and groom kiss. — She paused and let out a laugh, putting her arms around my neck. In response, I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her closer. — I was planning to kiss her now, what do you think?I bit my lips and pretended to be thoughtful. Carina was so perfect and completely mine.— You shouldn't even be asking, amore mio, but you are. — I replied, hoarsely, and leaned my face toward her flushed cheek. — My love… — I stared into his dark e
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
'' 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