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— 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
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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
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— Do you want to eat anything else before going to bed? — Adrian asked, as soon as we arrived at the house, advancing through the large living room.— No. I think I ate too many snacks.And it was true. I was almost bursting from all the snacks and soda.— Then I think you better go to sleep. It's getting late. — He gestured towards the staircase, which led to the second floor and I hesitated.I didn't want that night to end yet, I wanted to be with him, to return to his arms, to relive that enchantment that he had made me feel during all the hours we were together. More than that: I wanted him, even though it seemed like a great madness. I just didn't know how to tell him. Having an emotional relationship, or even a physical relationship, with a man was not something I was familiar with. But I wanted him too much to do nothing.Then, hesitantly and timidly, I approached and touched the fabric of his shirt with my trembling fingertips, raising my face to look at him. The fervor I saw
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ADRIANIt had been a few minutes since Ravena had fallen asleep in my arms, her breathing was becoming slow and long, her beautiful body, completely relaxed, molded to mine.Reluctant to leave, I stood up, careful not to wake her , scooped her up in my arms, and carried her upstairs. I entered her room and carefully laid her on the bed.I should have turned around and left the room, but I just couldn't move. I stood there, watching her, barely breathing.Although Ravena was almost a child, no other woman had ever seemed as feminine, beautiful, and attractive to me as she did. Her thick dark hair spread over the white pillowcase, framing her doll-like face; her closed eyes revealed long, dark lashes. Although she was completely relaxed, her features expressed that air of innocence that shook me as much as it made me feel guilty; the tight dress highlighted every curve of her beautiful body; her firm breasts, with pink nipples, almost jumped out of the neckline whose strap I had torn.T
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—Wait. He didn't do anything. He spent the whole night with me — said Raven, approaching, distressed, startled.I wish she had n't witnessed that. Hell!— No, miss. He went to the Riviera Club last night, we have several witnesses who saw him there.Raven looked at me for a denial and I could see the disappointment reflected in her eyes when I remained silent.— After spending about an hour with the victim in one of the suites, she was found dead by the maid. She had been strangled with the intercom cord. We also have reports of Mr. Adrian's aggressive behavior during a party at the school yesterday, shortly before the murder took place.— I was with Juliane, but she was alive when I left her. I didn't do this. Go after the real killer.I was completely disoriented. On one hand, my chest was torn apart by the sudden death of a young person, full of dreams, like Juliane. On the other, I was trying to think of who was plotting this against me. It could only be Arnaldo, although Juliane'
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RAVENAAs soon as Adrian left my room, I went to the kitchen and asked the cook to prepare macaroni and cheese, because, besides being a quick dish, I had already noticed that Adrian really liked pasta.Oh my God! I couldn't believe that I had spent those two days immersed in the most incomparable fear, believing that he had really taken someone's life. The resentment inside me was so blinding, because he had left me alone to spend the night with that woman, that I couldn't see anything else, I didn't realize how innocent I was. However, that innocence was etched in his eyes when I asked him the truth.Adrian wasn't guilty. He might be arrogant, he might have the attitude of a tyrant, but he wasn't a murderer. After all, he had no reason to kill that girl. On the contrary, he needed her alive to lie, testifying in his favor about what he thought had happened between us at the club.I wished I could believe that my mother wasn't behind this murder, but the truth was that she would prof
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Without separating his hungry mouth from mine, Adrian turned us over on the bed, placing me on top of him, straddling his lap and I continued pressing my smeared sex into his bulge, while his hands roamed over me, groping my breasts over the fabric of my blouse, sliding through me, squeezing my ass hard.— I no longer have the strength to resist you — he growled, his voice thick, hoarse, breathless, revealing his extreme excitement.— Don't resist — I murmured, fearing that I might die if he stopped touching me.- But…—I'm not a child—I interrupted him.Seemingly reflective, he tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear and attacked me again with that insatiable hunger that was driving me crazy, pressing his demanding mouth against mine, sucking my tongue deliciously and making me suck his. With an exciting brutality in his movements, he turned us over again on the mattress, placing himself on top of me and soon his delicious mouth was moving down the skin of my neck, hungrily, with volu
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RAVENASuddenly tensing, my mother stood up and moved a little closer to Daniel, as if he might be able to protect her from Adrian if he tried to rip her head off her body.— The daughter is mine and, while she is a minor, she will go wherever I send her.— Nothing like that. We have an agreement and this is where she stays until my son is born.Shaking off her initial fear, my mother lifted her chin and took a step forward, looking irritatingly arrogant.— There is no longer any agreement. You no longer have a witness who will lie for you saying that she saw Raven drugging you and taking advantage of you that night. It's over, Adrian. My daughter's place is by my side and not in the house of a murderer. If you want to see this child after it is born, you will have to pay dearly for it — my mother spoke with so much venom that she managed to make me hate her more with each word that came out of her mouth.How could I have been born to someone so characterless?Adrian also took a step
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TOO YOUNG TO BE HIS 74
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
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— 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
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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
TOO YOUNG TO BE HIS 71
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,
TOO YOUNG TO BE HIS 70
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
TOO YOUNG TO BE HIS 69
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
TOO YOUNG TO BE HIS 68
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
TOO YOUNG TO BE HIS 67
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
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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
