Ethan's POVMine looked at me with such compassion that it almost made me want to give in and tell her everything, but I knew I couldn't.If I did, I could never be with her again.I turned away from her gaze and looked the other way. I felt like a coward, a wretch for allowing someone to keep me away from the woman I loved.From the moment I thought I saw her at the bar of that club, my heart had been racing. I hadn't planned to go, even though Frank had begged me to. In my innermost thoughts, I convinced myself that I should thank him. It had been so long since I had seen her, and I fantasized about seeing her so often that I no longer knew if it was a trick of my subconscious, reminding me every chance it got that seeing her was what I yearned for most in this world.Minerva looked so spectacular in that dress, so provocative. Seeing her that way reminded me that I had made the right decision with that contract.I knew why her father did it; he had his overprotective reasons for do
Minerva's POVI felt a breeze sweep across my entire body, waking me up in a very lazy manner.I lifted my head and glanced out of the corner of my eye to find that the sheet that should have covered me was not there. I turned over and saw Ethan sleeping in a rather uncomfortable position for his neck.I couldn't help but laugh and covered us again with the sheet that had fallen to the floor.I noticed the sun shining through the window even though the blinds were down. I looked at the wall clock, which read 12:15 pm. I lay my head back on the pillow when memories of my friends and my father caught me off guard.I sat up in bed, desperate."Ethan, wake up! We overslept!" I stumbled out of his bed and rushed to the bathroom.He simply shifted. After using the bathroom, I rushed to find my clothes. Thankfully, they were already dry and ready to be worn. I hurried back to his room.Ethan was still in the same position; I glared at him and searched for something to wake him up. I found a
I rolled my eyes and got up from the floor.I adjusted my dress again and grabbed my broken heels. Honestly, I was embarrassed to have to walk in them, but I had my pride, and I wasn't going to step barefoot on the street.Ethan grabbed his car keys and opened the door of his house, waiting for me to follow."Hadn't you told me your car wasn't here?" I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms in the doorway.Ethan raised his head a few inches, as if he were trying to remember that conversation. He looked at me again and smirked."I lied," he said with an angelic expression, shrugging.I looked at him incredulously; I had believed him like a fool. I shook my head a couple of times, and before I could say anything, he stepped forward and kissed me to silence me.I decided to let it slide; I was too happy to be bothered by trivial things like him lying about not being able to drive me home.Before leaving his building's parking lot, Ethan's cellphone rang.He took his phone out of his pocket,
"Are you two okay now?" an animated Isabella asked.I pondered my response.Relatively, yes. We had to keep a low profile since my father had forbidden him, or rather, made him promise to stay away from me, but everything was fine between us.He loved me, and I loved him. What could go wrong when we both felt the same way?Although I had to confess that I still had my doubts about the promise and the secret contract between the two of them. But that wouldn't stop me from being with him.According to the information my father and Ethan had given me, my father had made me choose between my job and him, and apparently, he had chosen his job. But then he told me about the promise he had made.It all confused me. How did we go from a contract to a promise between the two of them?I shook my head. It wasn't the time to think about that. I would have plenty of time locked in my room to rack my brain over it.Now that my friends and I had gotten out of the predicament of my escape, my father
Esther was a special person, affectionate, attentive, kind, with a free spirit within a body as small as the one standing in front of me. She wasn't very tall; in fact, I was taller than her by a few centimeters. Her eyes were gray, and she had a smile that could melt any man's heart. I imagined that if she had hair, it would be a coppery color.She was an exemplary mother, like all mothers. She often told me stories about when Ethan and Daniel were younger and the mischief they used to get into. She also mentioned how happy she was that someone like me was with her son, saying it was what I needed.Although it sometimes felt like she was trying to sell me on her son, I couldn't help but laugh at all the good things she said about Ethan.While I helped with simple tasks for the meal, she buzzed around the kitchen, doing a million things at once. It was impressive to see her so active despite her serious illness, cancer.Whenever she asked me something that I hadn't really paid much a
"See? Nothing happened," Ethan smiled at me, but at that moment, Esther arrived and hit him quite hard with a rag.He was surprised and sought refuge behind my arms. I heard Daniel's laughter behind his mother as he watched his older brother being teased."How can you do that to this poor girl? Can't you see she might keel over from the blood rushing to her head?" Esther scolded her son and hugged me protectively.I couldn't speak; I was still in shock.Esther sent her sons to take the food to the table while she comforted me."Are you okay, dear?" Her eyes showed genuine concern."Yes, thank you," I laughed, recalling everything that had just happened."Be patient with him, dear. Men can be foolish like that when they're in love," she winked at me and went to the table to supervise her sons' work.I joined them a few seconds later, taking deep breaths to prepare for what was to come. I wasn't too upset with Ethan for this, and I knew I would take it as good-natured teasing in a littl
"Minerva Finn, come here right now!" A motherly voice called me from the kitchen.I went with some shyness, peeking through the door to see her, hands on her hips, waiting for me."Yes, Mom?" I asked, clutching my little dress with embarrassment.I tried not to look her in the eyes."Did you eat your father's cookies?" she approached and knelt down in front of me to be at my eye level."No," I looked away. My mom lifted my chin so that I met her emerald eyes."You're lying, young lady. I'm your mother; you can't lie to me.""How do you know I'm lying?" I pouted and crossed my arms, furrowing my eyebrows as much as I could.My mother laughed and picked me up, sitting in the kitchen chair with me on her lap. She uncrossed my arms and forced me to stop frowning."That's because you speak with your beautiful eyes," my mother lightly tapped the tip of my nose with her index finger while smiling."Then I want to stop doing it!" I pouted.My mother laughed again."Why?" she asked after a few
"What are you doing here, honey?" My father looked at me cautiously but with a hint of joy at seeing me.I smiled, breathing unevenly due to nerves."Oh, I was looking for a... a..." I began to look around to see what I supposedly needed. I spotted a paperweight and grabbed it, showing it to him and moving away from his desk. "This!""Why do you need a paperweight?" My father looked puzzled, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms.I tensed up. Why did I need it? I looked around again, searching for an excuse as quickly as I could."Since I'll be starting classes soon, I thought it would be useful," I shrugged as if what I was saying was the most normal thing, and then I passed by him.Just when I thought I had escaped my father and could breathe, he unexpectedly grabbed my arm and turned me toward him. I must have looked worried because my father's expression changed."Are you okay?" He looked at me with concern, not letting go of my arm."Of course, Dad, why wouldn't I be?" I smile
"You shouldn't let anger get the best of you, brother," I tried to advise him."Oh, of course not, that's not going to happen," he murmured, sipping the remnants of his drink."The point is, you should calm down, go and expand your social networks just like she...""She doesn't expand her social networks; she's known him since she was seventeen!" he shouted in frustration, but I continued to look at him impassively."You should relax," I said with a shrug, finding it impossible to understand his nervous breakdown.Wasn't it his idea? He should just speak the truth, express his true feelings, and that's it.I know it's easier said than done, but it was the best way out instead of going around throwing punches."Is he holding her hand?" he asked through gritted teeth. "This is over."I sighed and decided to get him out of there before the situation turned into a bloody and unpleasant scene.I took care of dragging him out of the café and then let him run free, like a caged animal."Just
Valentine's Day had finally arrived.Daniel was a bundle of nerves, and spending the day helping him clean his house and prepare the dinner for the evening was getting on my nerves too.I didn't want to prepare anything for that day with Ethan because I knew, thanks to my brother-in-law, that he was planning a surprise for me, a surprise that I hadn't discovered yet.When we finished the preparations, Daniel accompanied me back home. Upon arriving, I saw that Ethan was at home.That surprised me."What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at work?" I looked at him in doubt."Today is a special day. Did you really think I'd forget it and work until so late?" He put his hands on my waist to pull me closer."No, you never forget this day, and you always have some surprise for me." I hugged him, resting my head on his shoulder."Do you want to know your surprise?" Our gazes connected."I should be the one surprising you." I hesitated.Ethan gave me a sly smile and retraced his steps to re
I was immensely excited to see them since I hadn't seen them for several weeks. They had been on their honeymoon, and I wasn't expecting them back for another couple of days. Behind them were Iván and Amelia.Delia let them all in and appeared in the living room just behind them."Minnie!" Chris said excitedly."Why are you here so early?" I asked, genuinely confused by their early arrival."Do you think we'd leave you alone on our beautiful godson's birthday?" Isabela said."To be honest, yes. You were on your honeymoon," I admitted with a shrug."And? We decided to come back early, plus with this woman, every day feels like a honeymoon," Chris said, looking at Isabela with love, putting his arm around her waist and pulling her close.She smiled and pushed him away a bit, giggling. I smiled happily."But you know, the party starts in an hour," I said apologetically for them arriving so early.Chris looked at Isabela, who looked at Iván, and then their gaze moved to Amelia."I thought
Three years later..."Minerva, hurry up, we're going to be late!" I heard Ethan's voice from downstairs.I rolled my eyes and finished adjusting my hair and dress. I put on some flats and made my way down the stairs.At the bottom of the stairs was the man I had been living with for 7 years, and I loved him just as much as when I was 19.He stopped checking his watch and took a deep breath as he prepared to call me again. However, when he saw me, he smiled in a way that I adored.I descended the stairs and stopped on the last step, so I was at eye level with him.This day was very special because my father was finally returning from his annual business observation trip around the world. It had been 5 months since I last saw him, and I was excited to see him again. It was also special because we were going to a unique birthday celebration and my father was returning from his trip. I had taken the day off with my beloved husband to have lunch together."I'm here," I said, smiling at him
Esther stood still for a moment, as if waiting for a sign or something. In the background, you could see their house, and she was sitting on the couch that used to belong to her father, according to what Ethan had told me. Esther was wearing a dress that I had given her on one of the many times I had dinner at her place."Is it recording?" Esther pointed at the camera. The image wobbled slightly, as if the person recording didn't have a steady hand."Yes, Mom," Daniel's voice sounded with irritation."Don't answer me like that, young man," she scolded him and narrowed her eyes, looking beyond the camera.I chuckled and saw Daniel by my side, shrinking in his seat."I'm sorry, Mom. We've already had five takes; they could arrive any moment, and the surprise will be ruined."Daniel sighed with nostalgia, as if he were remembering that day."Well, all right. I'm sorry," Esther paused, lowered her head, took a deep breath, and raised her head with a beautiful smile. "Ethan, Minerva, if y
I took a deep breath, looking at myself in the mirror.I adjusted the white dress I was wearing and looked at my friends. Isabela was sitting on a sofa in the room, holding a glass of wine in her right hand, gazing at me intently.Both of them were wearing pale pink dresses that hugged their bodies, with small straps supporting the dress and accentuating their chests. They had their hands on their hips, inspecting me from head to toe.In a way, the three of us had changed.My hair was a bit shorter than before, although at that precise moment, it wasn't noticeable since I had it tied up with a bow and a braid. Amelia kept her hair the same length as before and had it straightened this time, pulled into a high ponytail.The three of us still shared the same height and the same skin tone.I turned to look at myself again in the mirror in front of me. The dress was bigger than I had imagined, slightly constricting around my stomach, which was bothering me a bit near the abdominal wound,
I paced back and forth in the living room of my house, extremely nervous.I glanced at my father's closed office door once more. I then sat down on the largest sofa in the room, placing both hands on my knees.It was a fairly sunny day, with a few clouds in the sky, but it was overall a bright blue day. My house was clean, thanks to the cleaning I had done the day before in preparation for today.My house looked the same as before. The dining area was in front of a large window with a panoramic view of the city. Next to it was the guest bedroom door, where Ethan had stayed the first time he visited.In front of me was the TV, with two individual sofas on each side. To the left, there was a wall with an opening leading to the kitchen, which was spotless. The stairs were behind me, and the front door was in the opposite corner of the same wall.You could see the upstairs from where I was sitting, as there was a glass and black metal railing that allowed you to see halfway down the hallw
I released my friends' hands and sat next to Daniel."Hello," I murmured."Hello, Minnie," he responded sleepily."How do you feel?" I smiled with a hint of sadness."Tired. This has been intense," he admitted, leaning his elbows on his knees."I'm sorry for everything that happened. This was not part of the plan."He sighed."Don't worry, Minnie. We're all alive. Now, it's time for you and my brother to make amends. Go on, what are you waiting for?"Daniel smiled at me with all the sincerity his tired eyes could muster, and he got up. I followed suit. We hugged, and Daniel joined my friends. I approached them too."Take him to my house and tell my father what happened. Ask him to let Daniel sleep in my room, please."My friends nodded and gave me a hug. I hugged Iván tightly, and he smiled at me. They left a few minutes later.I waited until I couldn't see them anymore and stood in front of Ethan's room. I took a deep breath and entered. I closed the door behind me and stood at the f
"Let me go, Christopher! Ethan's inside, for God's sake! Let me go!" I struggled to free myself from his grasp.I couldn't contain the emotions inside me. My stomach churned with dread. Ethan was inside, and I couldn't leave him.Chris held me tightly, his grip unyielding.I was overwhelmed by the tumultuous emotions raging within me. Ethan had died, and there was so much left unsaid. I couldn't tell him I loved him; I couldn't apologize for my earlier harsh words. I wouldn't see him again, feel his presence, hug him, or kiss him. He was gone.He had left us, protecting both me and Chris.How had I ever doubted his feelings for me? Now he was gone, gone forever.The firefighters rushed to extinguish the flames, but I was unable to look away from the fire-ravaged mansion. My tears flowed freely down my cheeks.I had been so foolish. I hadn't told him how I felt. I hadn't had the chance to say yes to his proposal. And now, it was too late. He was gone.Exhausted from my struggles with