Chapter 37.
— Once upon a time, the marriage of the century…
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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
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
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