— That's not my problem.— The pipeline can be diverted from the house without compromising the project. Let me continue living here. I really don't have much longer to live.— I could, but I don't want to. Get off my property willingly, or you will be forced to leave.I was turning my back on him, in a hurry to leave that heavy environment, laden with bitter memories and his abominable presence, when he spoke again, this time with a much firmer and deeper tone of voice:— I'm not going anywhere.The firmness of his words made me look at him again, when I saw his face much more hardened, his eyes revealing sagacity and that arrogance that I knew well, as if he had finally let his poor little thing mask fall and revealed who he really was.— This pipeline is being built in partnership with the federal government, isn't it? — Without waiting for me to answer, he continued speaking: — What do you think the government people will think when they find out that you got a seventeen-year-old
ADRIANFinding the door unlocked, I turned the handle and went in. Ravena was sitting at the head of the bed, leaning against the back, with her legs tucked up, focused on her cell phone screen, certainly exchanging messages with her accomplices, or some boyfriend with whom she intended to share the money she believed she would get from me.As soon as she saw me coming in, she jumped out of bed in a start and stood on the other side of the room, with her back pressed against the wall, glaring at me with wide eyes of panic that was certainly theatrical, because if she had really been afraid of me, she would never have gotten in my way.— The nonsense is over. You're going to tell me exactly what happened that night, after you drugged me! — I yelled through gritted teeth.— It was like my mother said. I went to talk to Sandra and you forced me — he said, his voice trembling, which was certainly also an act.Her insistence on continuing to lie drove me to a loss of control, which was al
When I left his room, I quickly stopped by the office just to get the bottle of whiskey and took refuge in my room, with my mind tormented by thoughts, my body burning with recent sensations. As if all the hatred inside me wasn't enough, now I also had to deal with the possibility of being a rapist and the fact that I ardently desired a girl who was old enough to be my daughter.If I had been completely lucid, without the effects of the whiskey compromising my reasoning, perhaps I would have been trying to think of a way to go ahead with my goals of throwing Arnaldo into the mud, as I had always wanted. However, all I managed that night was to sink deeper and deeper into the drink and let myself be embraced by the feeling that the world was falling apart around me.If I went ahead with the demolition of his house, he would actually tell the press about that pregnancy, and the scandal would be big enough for the government to cancel my authorization to complete the pipeline. I had to b
ADRIANI was crossing the room when Raven caught up with me.— I don't need you to defend me — he said behind me.I rolled my eyes and turned to look at her. As I looked at her face, beautiful and young like a doll, I couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling inside. Memories of last night bombarded me, a fierce desire ran wild through my veins. A desire that needed to be contained.— Of course you do. You have no idea how to defend yourself. You let a bunch of idiots humiliate you.— I don't think it's humiliating to make my own dish.— It wasn't just a matter of you helping yourself. They were making fun of you , putting you down.Raven looked away to the ground, looking embarrassed.— I don't care about that kind of nonsense. People are prejudiced, but I don't care what they think of me.Her words led me to understand that she was also the target of this type of treatment by the city's residents, that she was discriminated against and despised because of the activities she carried o
Spending almost two more months in that damned city was out of the question. I needed to dedicate myself to another project during that time, because that insect would think I had given up on running over his house and would relax, sparing me from a possible counterattack. I still didn't know what I would dedicate myself to, maybe a gas pipeline that was already underway in Australia. I only knew that I needed to take Raven with me, so that she and the baby would be safe.I had just finished the meeting when Rosilene knocked on the door to tell me that I had a visitor. It was Silvana, Arnaldo's daughter with his late wife, my half-sister .— You can send him in — I ordered.Soon after, Silvana walked into the room, exuding sensuality, as she always did when we met.That afternoon she was wearing a short, tight dress the same color as her dark skin, her thick light brown hair fell over her shoulders and her mouth was painted red. She was always flirting with me, without having any idea
RAVENA— Girl, what was that stare between you two? — Marina asked, with her usual irreverent manner.I still hadn't had the courage to tell her about what happened last night, when Adrian had broken into my room and attacked me, first with fury, then with passion, taking me in his arms, almost making me his.Since then, I couldn't think of anything else other than everything I felt, the taste of that mouth, the strength of those arms.My God! I didn't know what was happening to me. At the very least, I must have been going crazy. The right thing to do would have been to hate this man for threatening to take my son away from me, for forcing me to live in his house, even though the experience of living there wasn't all bad.Since yesterday, after he fired the maid, the other two were almost licking the floor I walked on, such was the flattery. Not that I enjoyed being flattered, but it was nice to be respected for a change.Despite having grown up in a house frequented by all types of
— No way. Australia is full of police, if anything happens we can say we were kidnapped and ask to be sent back. It's even better because we already took advantage and fled the airport.She was right. If Adrian tried to keep us trapped there, we would have a much better chance of escaping him than we would have in Santa Clara.With this realization in mind, I smiled and Marina hugged me excitedly.— That's it, girl, let's have some fun. And speaking of fun, we need to go shopping — he added, waving his credit card in the air.Finding out that the card Adrian had given us had no limits was almost like winning the lottery for Marina. Since I was only allowed to leave the house with the driver, who also looked like a security guard, she insisted until she convinced him to take us to Belize, the neighboring city where no one knew me, to do some shopping.I confess that I had fun like I have on few occasions in my life, walking through the large shopping center, being among hundreds of peo
RAVENA Being between Marina and Matheus, I felt, in a way, protected from the hostility generated by other people's prejudice, so I simply decided not to care about them and so I started to have fun as I had done on very few occasions throughout my existence, dancing, drinking soft drinks, eating snacks and taking funny selfies.However, the time soon came when I stopped going to parties, the time when romantic music was played and couples gathered on the dance floor to dance. No one ever asked me to dance, out of embarrassment, for fear that someone would think I was getting involved with the daughter of the biggest con artist in town. And that night was no different.Marina even offered to stay with me, but I insisted that she go dance with her boyfriend, as I didn't want him to miss out on having fun because of me, and, as always, I went to sit in a corner, feeling painfully excluded, rejected.Bruno, a guy I almost dated in ninth grade, even approached me, as if he wanted to ask
RAVENA Five years later...It was Sunday and the day was sunny, although a cool, constant breeze was blowing, easing the heat of that time of year.As we used to do on weekends, when we weren't traveling to some paradise destination, Adrian and I would have a barbecue in the backyard of our house in São Paulo. We had three maids who worked with us from Monday to Friday, but on Saturdays and Sundays, I insisted that we prepare everything ourselves.While my handsome husband was busy grilling the meat on the large barbecue in the pool area, the children were playing on the lawn further ahead, running excitedly after a ball, along with Mr. Arnaldo, who could barely keep up with them . Heitor, our firstborn, was the fastest. He scored all the goals, but he didn't let his younger sister, Maria Flor, get left out, making it easier for her to kick the ball a few times, even though it wasn't easy to keep up with her brother at three years old.Watching them, I was filled with affection and p
— Sorry for the interruption, guys, but I had to come up here and make a fool of myself so that the girl I love would believe in my love. — He fell silent for a moment and there was a shower of boos and whispers of admiration, which became audible in equal measure. — Ravena, I love you, more than I've ever been able to love anyone in my life. — When they heard my name being pronounced, the crowd moved away, forming a semicircle, creating space between me and the stage, all eyes turned in my direction, while I remained petrified, with my heart racing, my face burning with shame, for becoming the center of attention. — With you, I learned to forgive, something I never imagined I would be capable of. You taught me to love and, as selfish as it may be, I want to spend the rest of my life by your side. Forgive me for all the stupid things I said before. Come home with me, my love, we'll raise our child together .He fell silent and a deathly silence fell over the place, all attention was f
Burning with fury, I crossed the few meters that separated us, dodging the crazed dancers along the way and closed my hand around his arm, causing him a small fright.—Come with me. We need to talk. — I had to change the tone of my voice so that it would be audible over the sound of the loud music.Raven stared at me in silence for a moment, her eyes filled with disbelief. But then she seemed to come to her senses again, her face contorted with anger, as she jerked her arm out of my grasp.— I have nothing to talk to you about! — she shouted, enraged.— Yes, there is. Come with me right now! — I replied.When I closed my hand around her arm again, determined to get her out of that hell, the idiot who had a crush on her had the nerve to come at me, wanting to fight.— She already said she doesn't want to talk to you, man. Let her go — he said.I slapped my free hand on his chest and it took just one push for him to stagger back. But he had his cousin and other friends who had joined th
ADRIANI was in the middle of one of the most important meetings about that project, the last one I would hold with the engineers and shareholders before my return to São Paulo, and yet I couldn't concentrate on anything the men and women seated around the large rectangular table were saying.As had been the case for the past few weeks, all I could think about was Raven. I was about to go crazy with her new habits, with that new mania of always leaving the house, going back and forth to Belize, having fun as if there was no tomorrow.I really wanted to be happy for her, for the fact that she was managing to move on without me, after all that was how things had to be. She was just living her life as she should. However, I was on the verge of madness, I couldn't stop thinking about her, about what she did with those idiots out there. Because of such thoughts, I had reached the height of absurdity by ordering my security guards to keep that Fernando guy as far away from her as possible,
The next day, I had lunch in my room again, to avoid meeting him around the house. In the afternoon, at a time when Adrian was never home, I went downstairs with Marina to sunbathe near the pool, as I had been doing for the last few days.She and I were lying side by side, stretched out on lounge chairs, wearing only our bikinis, when unexpectedly Adrian approached, coming from the direction of the house, looking like a mirage with his athletic and elegant build, inside the blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and gray dress pants.“Marina, could you leave us alone for a moment?” he asked, his voice much calmer than the day before, his large body blocking my sun.— Of course. — Cowardly as always, Marina got up and left the garden almost running.Adrian sat sideways in her seat, facing me, while I lay there, motionless, my eyes half-closed against the sun, unable to keep every tiny part of my body from becoming aware of his proximity. The unwanted heat of lust welled up
According to Marina, we were celebrating my birthday, so I could choose anywhere we wanted to go. There weren’t many entertainment options in Belize, so I ended up choosing the amusement park, which I had only heard of from photos that people from Santa Clara posted on social media when they were there. It seemed childish for my age, but it was a place I had always wanted to visit, so I decided to take advantage of the opportunity.That's where we spent the whole afternoon, having fun on the rides, playing games, dancing, talking nonsense and relaxing, like normal people did. It was this kind of happiness that Adrian was talking about when he said that I needed to live my youth before tying myself down to marriage and children.I agreed with him that that kind of pastime, that being carefree was really fun, but it didn't even come close to what existed between us, or at least what I believed existed.My choice would always have been to stay with him, but unfortunately he didn't want m
The week that followed was one of the worst of my life. In order to avoid seeing Adrian, I spent practically the entire day in my room, ate my meals there, only left when I was sure he wasn't home, and only went out to the back garden to get some sun.All the time I felt dominated by blind hatred, no longer able to cry, but only regret having once trusted that man, having loved him and opened my heart to him. He was like my mother, a scoundrel and without scruples, the only difference was that we didn't have the same blood running through our veins.To my salvation, Marina was my constant companion, she was always with me, cheering me up, encouraging me to leave that room and go out and live life. Every day, she invited me to go shopping in Belize, as before, but I was afraid of harming the baby, since the doctor had recommended that I rest.After a week, I was tired of being cooped up, so I used some of the money I had been saving to bring one of Belize's most renowned doctors to the
RAVENAI woke up feeling my throat extremely dry, my body slightly aching. For a moment, I was dazed, not knowing where I was, or what had happened. I blinked a few times, focusing on the ceiling above me. It was white, unfamiliar. I looked around and discovered that I was in a hospital room, with an IV hooked up to my arm.Adrian was sitting in an armchair next to me, his attention focused on the screen of a laptop, and it was only when I looked at him that I remembered everything that had happened, his contemptuous words, the fall down the stairs.As I was overcome by an agonizing anguish, my hands went to my belly, almost by reflex, looking for my baby, without being able to distinguish if he was still there.— My baby… — I stammered, but my voice barely came out. — My baby — I said again and, this time, I managed to get Adrian’s attention, who immediately put down the computer and stood up, standing next to me.— Raven, thank God you're awake. How are you feeling?The sound of his
Ravena still tried to resist, placing her hands on my chest and pushing me away, but in the end she let her desire get the better of her and allowed me to strip her of her robe and take her to bed.There was so much to say, but there was no space for words. All I could do was take her to myself, overcome by the certainty that this would be the last time I would taste her, that I would kiss my son while he was still in her belly. The last time she would be mine, because after we talked, she would never look at me again.Overcome by a whirlwind of heightened emotions, I loved her with all my intensity, giving and receiving pleasure, kissing every tiny part of her body, saving her taste and her smell, experiencing for the last time the sensation of being inside her. Until, finally, we lay motionless in bed, naked, sweaty, cuddled up to each other, enveloped by a silence filled with a restlessness whose reasons were different for both of us.“Raven, I love you,” I whispered. Before she ha