" I-I ... it is... It is Wh-wh ..." I stumbled over the words, as if my mind was numbed by the sight of the man in front of me."Are you going to spend the whole night standing there, or are you going to tell me right away what you came to my room for?"His harsh tone roused me from my daze, and finally, the rage surged through my blood again, overriding everything I felt as I walked through that door.“I came to tell you that you are a filthy pig and you are sorely mistaken if you think you can take my job and keep me locked up in this damned house.“Oh, that's it.Calmly, as if I weren't there in front of him, breathing fire from his nostrils, he went to a hanger, from where he took another towel, and began to dry his hair."What do you mean, is that it?" The deal we made did not include you ruining my life and keeping me trapped here. I want my job back. You can call my boss and fix what you did! ’ he practically screamed.“Do not get so excited. It can harm the baby."As if a mons
ATHOSIt had been a week since I had seen Ryleena . We had both discovered the times the other was around the house – she going to and from school, me from work – and we avoided seeing each other. It was better that way, not just because I wanted to distance myself from a person capable of applying the blow to me. belly, but because it was the only way to control the unreasonable attraction I felt for this girl.I still could not believe I was about to lose my mind and take her in my arms when she broke into my room. A teenager who was still almost a child! When had I become this kind of man?Despite her age, Rylee had all the makings of a woman, she was beautiful, sexy, and was moving me in a way that I could not help it, try as I might. The pull he had on me was there, alive, undeniable. Avoiding meeting around the house was the best decision to be made, although it was not easy.If on the one hand I did not want to see her; on the other hand, he spent the whole day worrying about t
Abusive parents are a painful and impactful reality that affects the lives of many people. Abuse from a parent can take various forms, including physical, emotional, verbal, and even neglect. It's important to emphasize that parental abuse is unacceptable and can have deep and lasting effects on the lives of the victims.Physical abuse by a parent involves physical assaults, such as beatings, severe punishment, and violent acts that cause physical harm to the child. Furthermore, emotional and verbal abuse includes humiliation, intimidation, ridicule, and psychological manipulation, causing profound emotional trauma.Neglect from abusive parents often results from a lack of proper care for the child's physical, emotional, and educational needs. This can include withholding food, shelter, and affection, as well as failing to provide the necessary conditions for the child's healthy development.Victims of abusive parents often face a range of emotional challenges, including low self-este
There was a brief moment of silence before Rylee sat down next to me, very close to me. The brief brush of his arm through mine sent a flurry of lusty sensations through me.“ I-I am not a-I am a child. Look at me.I looked. I saw her pert breasts, her tiny waist, and all her other deliciously feminine curves. I had to get up and move away from the bed so as not to attack her and make her mine as everything in me demanded.“I am thirty-seven years old, old enough to be your father.“But you are not.She shrugged and I continued to watch her, simply because I could not look away. She was too beautiful, incredibly sexy and feminine. However, she did not have the same malice as other women, she did not know how to seduce, how to behave sensually in front of a man. On the contrary, you could see that she was trembling slightly, her shoulders hunched, as if she had no idea of the power she could exert over a man, which gave her an aspect of innocence and simplicity that was almost disturbi
ATHOSI was crossing the room when Rylee caught up with me.“I do not need you to defend me,” he said from behind me.I rolled my eyes and turned to look at her. Looking at her face, beautiful and young as a doll's, I could not help but slump inside. Memories of last night bombarded me, fierce desire running wild in my veins. A desire that needed to be contained.“Of course you do. She has no idea how to defend herself. Allow a bunch of idiots to humiliate you.— I do not think it is humiliation for me to make my own dish.“It was not just a matter of serving yourself. They were making fun of you, belittling you.Rylee dropped her gaze to the floor, looking embarrassed.“I do not care for that kind of nonsense. People are really prejudiced, but I do not care what they think of me.Her words made me understand that she was also the target of this type of treatment by residents of the city, that she was discriminated against and despised because of the activities she practiced in compli
I could not go through with my plan to take the day off, so after lunch I had an online meeting with my lawyers and engineers. As they all knew that my real objective in building the pipeline was to destroy ArnaldoBiShop, I brought them up to date on their blackmail, seeking a possible solution to the problem and we ended up reaching a consensus that the most sensible decision to be taken at that moment would be to wait for Ryleea to reach the age of majority before we concluded the work, which would happen in less than two months, because that way, even if that insect spoke to the press about the pregnancy, being of legal age, the scandal would be mitigated and it would reduce the risk of the government canceling our permission.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 then that insect would think that I had given up on going over his house and would relax, sparing me a possi
RYLEE"Girl, what was that stare between you two?" asked Marina, in her usual irreverent way.I still had not had the courage to tell her about what happened last night, when Athos had burst into my room and attacked me, first with fury, then with passion, taking me in his arms, almost making me his.Since then, I could not think about anything other than everything I felt, the taste of that mouth, the strength of those arms.My God! I did not know what was happening to me. At the very least, he must have been going crazy. It would be right to hate this man, for threatening to take my son away, for forcing me to live in his house, even though the experience of living there was not all bad.Since yesterday, after he fired the maid, the other two just had to lick the floor I walked on, such was the flattery. Not that she enjoyed being fawned over, but it was nice to be respected for a change.Despite having grown up in a house frequented by all kinds of men, from the most perverted to t
On Saturday night, Marina and I were ready to go to the school party, wearing our new dresses. Mine was nude , with small sparkles of sequins, cut shoulder crossed, bodycon slit that started from the bust and emerged towards the side, almost meeting the slit of the tight skirt, which went up to the apex of the thigh. Since my belly still was not showing and my breasts were slightly bigger due to the pregnancy, it had made me as sexy as I have ever been.It was optimism on my part to believe that the tyrant would let me go to this party. As soon as we reached the gates of the house, we were stopped by security and not even when I called him, explaining that it was a school party, did he give me permission to go."You have no right to stop me from leaving!" I snapped, furious, still at the gate, talking to Athos on the cell phone. "You do not own me!"“ Do not forget that your mother signed a document making me your legal guardian, with full powers over you, until you turn eighteen. And
ATHOSThe Christmas House was wrapped in a magical and welcoming atmosphere. Lights twinkled on the facade, creating a dazzling sight that could be seen from afar. A grand decorative arch, made of pine, golden ornaments, and red ribbons, adorned the entrance of the house, inviting everyone to come in and celebrate the festivity.Inside, the main living room was the epicenter of the celebration. A majestic Christmas tree stood in the center, decorated with a profusion of sparkling ornaments, from colorful balls to handmade decorations. Twinkling lights filled the tree, casting a soft and festive glow throughout the room.The fireplace crackled, emanating warmth and a comforting scent of burning wood. A plush, soft rug lay in front of the fireplace, inviting people to gather around and share stories and laughter. The furniture was adorned with red covers and pillows featuring Christmas motifs, creating a cozy atmosphere.The dining table was elegantly set, with red and white tablecloths
Five years later...RYLEELove, family, and a happy ending are elements that often intertwine in the stories of people's lives, creating a framework of contentment, affection, and fulfillment. This triad represents an essential part of the fabric of human relationships and is a shared goal for many.Love is the foundation that sustains the family, and, in turn, the family is where love finds a home. Love is a deep bond that can take various forms, whether between parents and children, siblings, spouses or partners, and even close friends. This feeling is the driving force that connects people, offering support, understanding, and unconditional affection.The family, in turn, is the intimate circle where love flourishes. It is the place where memories are created, where traditions are shared, and where life's challenges are faced together. The family is the sanctuary where individuals find security and a sense of belonging. It can be formed in various ways, including blood ties or conn
Forgiveness is an act of generosity and strength, but it can also be one of the most challenging tasks a human can undertake. Forgiveness involves letting go of resentments and negative feelings toward someone who has hurt us, and this is not something that can be done superficially or automatically. Instead, it is a deep and complex emotional process that requires time, understanding, and self-transformation.One of the reasons forgiveness is so difficult is the weight of the emotions we carry. When we are hurt, it is natural to feel anger, pain, sadness, and even a desire for revenge. These feelings are powerful and often keep us tied to the traumatic event. Setting aside these emotions and making room for forgiveness requires significant effort.Furthermore, forgiveness does not necessarily mean forgetting or excusing the actions that caused the pain. It is possible to forgive someone while still acknowledging the gravity of what was done. This can be a dilemma because it may seem
I let Marina convince me that going out and having fun was the best way to get Athos out of my head. So, for the next few days, she would drag me wherever there was something interesting to do. Because of the pregnancy, we always went out during the day and I never drank alcohol. We went to the shopping center in Belize a lot, but also to a recreational club there, where we enjoyed playing sports and swimming in the waterslide. From time to time we camped and practiced other outdoor activities, such as fishing and picnics. The options weren't many. Young people in the city used to have fun in bars and clubs, but I could not sleep or drink.Matheus was always with us and from time to time Fernando showed up too. Marina's idea was that I would get to know Fernando better and end up getting involved with him, but the boy was unlucky. Almost every time we arranged to meet, something happened and he could not go. When it was not his car in trouble, it was someone in his family in trouble,
"We are not criminals who need to be sought out by the police!" I snapped, watching him with my peripheral vision.I entered the house fast as lightning and up the stairs as quickly as possible, seeking refuge in my room, but he was on my heels, following close behind, glaring at me with a face contorted with a frightening rage.I was really screwed!- It is not about this! You know that your mother still poses a great risk to this child and to you! You can't go out there without security protection!“I was not without protection. There were two adult men with us. They weren't going to let my mother get close.I entered the room in a hurry and tried to close the door from the inside, but Athos was too close and ended up getting inside.Damn it!"And who were these men?" Who was that kid you were making out with? he yelled this time, stoking the rage inside me.My nerves on edge, I turned to face him. Looking directly into his face, I felt a thud inside, a mixture of passion and longin
After examining me, he discharged me and I went back to Athos 's house , accommodated in the back seat of the car with Marina, while he drove it. Arriving there, that scoundrel had the audacity to take me in his arms and start carrying me up the stairs, in order to prevent me from going up alone."Would you please put me down?" I am not an invalid who can't get around on her own! I roared, pummeling his chest with my clenched fists, struggling in a feeble attempt to break free."Will you stop hitting me?" I am so much stronger, it is useless to try to break free.Defeated, I crossed my arms over my chest and turned my face away as I let the rascal take me."I am disgusted with you," I muttered through clenched teeth, not looking her in the face.“You hate me and I understand. Disgust is something else.- Everything that is bad, is what I feel for you.— Be careful that all this radiation does not affect the baby.The fact that he did not get upset, like he did not care how I felt, onl
The feeling of being betrayed is one of the most painful experiences one can go through. It's a blow to the heart that shatters trust and leaves deep emotional scars. Betrayal is like a shadow that looms over a relationship, leaving a sense of deceit and helplessness.Betrayal can take various forms, whether in the context of a romantic relationship, friendship, work, or family. Regardless of the context, the feeling of being betrayed is overwhelming. It triggers a whirlwind of emotions, including anger, pain, distrust, and sadness.The sense of betrayal is often accompanied by questioning one's trust in people and their ability to judge the character of others. The victim of betrayal may feel helpless, as if they have been thrown into an abyss of uncertainty and disappointment.Overcoming the feeling of betrayal is a lengthy and arduous process. It requires forgiveness, both for the person who betrayed and for oneself. It also involves rebuilding trust, which is a complex challenge.
“No, Rylee . What I want is for you not to run away with my son!”- I do not need it, thank you. I am fine. Just leave me alone.Clearly disappointed, she swept her gaze across the table, as if suspiciously checking to see if I was really involved with the work, or just avoiding her.- Clear. Sorry to bother.With that said, she left the office, head down, while I continued to sit behind the desk, overcome by that myriad of love and hate that burned in my veins, threatening to drive me crazy.I never left the office that night. After a few shots of whiskey, I ended up falling asleep right there, in an armchair, which made me wake up the next morning with a bad backache. Upon realizing that I was awakened by the insistent ringing of the cell phone, I answered the call, still sleepy. It was from the hospital, a nurse calling to say that Arnaldo had woken up, a miracle, according to her. In my opinion it was just the confirmation of that saying that a bad vase does not break.I analyzed
When the ambulance arrived, I was still in shock but a little calmer. Hastily, two nurses put Arnaldo on a stretcher and carried him towards the vehicle. For some unknown reason, I wanted to go with him, back there, with the security guards following us in another car. Ryleea also wanted to accompany us, but I asked her to stay at home, as the hospital where her mother had worked for several years was not a safe environment.At the hospital, I waited in a room for several hours until the only doctor in town came to see me.— Are you Arnaldo Brandao's companion? he asked, as if he did not know that I was the man's son and the only relative outside of jail.- Yes. How is he?- Not good. I managed to extract the bullet, but I am not a neurosurgeon. I won't know the extent of the damage done until after he wakes up. That if you wake up.I could put that damned old man in the helicopter and take him to a renowned neurosurgeon in São Paulo, if only to assuage my guilt in the slightest."Is