James looked at Collin as he continued to talk about his engagement and how happy he was about it. He was looking at him with tremendous seriousness, while Collin was looking at him menacingly and rubbing his nose in every one of his personal victories.-And I mean, I plan on getting married later this year, don't I Jessica? -he asked the young woman sitting next to him. She looked at him with a smile.-Of course, love.James made a disgusted face, unconsciously.-Is something wrong, Yorke? -asked Edward, another partner, amused. Everyone at the table turned to look at him.James laughed.-Nothing, I'm sorry. I mean, engagement is usually a great thing, isn't it? You know, that whole stage is usually filled with revelations about our lovers.- I agree. - Edward replied. - My mother always told me that if you get through the wedding process, you can get through anything.- Sure, I'm sure Collin can handle it, can't he? - he asked. Collin looked at him with fury in his eyes as he laughe
James looked at Collin with boredom. The guy kept talking about his stupid engagement, about how much money he'd spent on his car, about everything he did. He was a total idiot. He just wanted to go home. To be honest, he never liked those kinds of events. He only attended because Edward had invited him, the others, he hardly ever went to.The dinner went on like that: Collin, Collin, questions about his father, questions about his work, Collin, awkward questions about Sarah, and finally, Edward's extensive stories.After an hour, it was finally time to go home. What could I do?Portia was gone, Rose was gone, and Luna was mad at him. What would he do? Surely he would have to go in quietly, and go to sleep. And he didn't want to sleep. Shit, he didn't want to.Edward was at the door dismissing each of his guests.James walked toward her.-Hey, James! Thanks for coming, really. - smiled Edward.-No need, it's been my pleasure.-How is Portia?-She's perfect, her health has been impecca
James watched as his daughter was covered by a large white cloth."Portia, please, no.....""Sir, you must step away." requested the man covered in that white smock he hated so much. James began to gasp."You can't take me away from her." he shouted and ran to the girl's body. He slowly uncovered Portia.Her face was white and cold. Hair fell delicately down the sides of the girl's face that had once been full of life. He looked at her with despair."Portia, please..."She sobbed uncontrollably as a giant pain shattered her heart.She was dead.-James stood up with his breath hitching. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, as tears streamed from his eyes like waterfalls.He looked around carefully, he began to calm down. She was in her room, it had all been a dream.-James? -asked a voice behind him. He jumped. It was Luna.He remembered everything that had happened the night before in a second.He looked at her carefully, she was only covered by the thin blue sheet fabric, her h
- Come on, come on. Where's Portia? - James asked, looking at his mother. She looked at him wearily.- She's with Luna. Can't you hear me? - she answered and went into her son's house.-It's getting late, I have to pick up Iris and it's a long way to the castle. -He said as he followed his mother. When he entered, he sat down on the sofa.-Calm down a little, there is still a long way to go before the ceremony begins. - she answered, trying to calm her son down.He was hysterical. The house was in complete disarray. Rose was not there, her mother had woken up at some crazy time in the morning and then had spent an enormous amount of hours getting ready.-What's taking so long? -he asked wearily.His mother snorted.-Go get Iris and then come back for us.James looked at her for a few seconds.- Okay, but can you please be ready for me when I get there?Clare, his mother, watched him walk away as he left the house. Her son was more nervous than usual.He had recently confessed to her h
James's house was no longer the mess it had been when he had left. Portia had been watching the window for several minutes as she couldn't wait for her father to arrive. She was a born party lover and wasted no opportunity to exploit the situation to the fullest.Luna, meanwhile, was distracted by her computer in the kitchen. Clare had been telling her a couple of anecdotes about Mitchell and he sounded like a completely unusual man. James had told her that in his teenage years he had become one of her main father figures. After all, his father had died and Mitchell was the only one who had been there for him without wanting to sabotage him.He was writing an email to his mother when his phone vibrated. He ignored it for a few seconds but then it did again. He looked at it quickly and the unusual message caught his attention.He picked up the phone and read. What?"See you soon, Luna. You can't keep me away if I don't go alone."He chose to ignore it and with a distorted mind, left it
Luna was packing her bag as anguish gripped her body. She didn't want to leave, didn't want to, but she knew James wouldn't let her go with him.Portia was still sleeping and her heart shrank at the thought of not being able to say goodbye to her. According to James, he wouldn't have to be gone too long as he planned to end the whole situation in less than a day, if there was a chance.The house was going to be monitored and his phone was going to be tracked. It was not easy to get through to the owner of an unknown line, but he could not find any other option than that to reach Angelica. He hadn't heard from her since she had left her job at the office.*"I told you not to yell at me, you little bastard!" she yelled as she hit Michael. He sighed in pain."Please!" the young man begged."Where's my money? I don't see it anywhere. You have three seconds. Speak." commanded James."Please...My..."He fired.Angelica appeared and wearing latex gloves opened a dresser drawer. From it, she
"Anything else, Mr. Bexell?""Please send the documents I gave you, duplicate it first and bring it back when it is ready. That's all, you can leave..."She quickly left the place, making the sound of her shoes echo loudly within the four walls.James's day began at five o'clock in the morning. Portia woke up feeling nauseous and he rushed her to the hospital. That night she went to bed at three in the morning, so two hours of sleep had been all she could get, and it was very inconvenient.His eyes were closing and seemed to slowly drift down his retinas, although he tried not to make a big deal of it. He had to finish his work so he could get the hell out of here.He picked up his phone."Hello, Rose...just calling to check on Portia, put her through," he said. "Hello, sweetheart, how are you?," with a smile on his face, his voice changed completely. "Really? That's great. I'm gonna see you soon. What? It's not easy to get one...I know, baby, I promised you, I know. Listen, well...go
Luna read Samuel's letter while, between sighs, watched that movie she loved so much. She got distracted from time to time and had to go back to reading from the beginning.This boy was driving her crazy, not in a good way. He was driving her crazy, hysterical.... Every day she received a letter from him, asking for forgiveness, begging her...it was totally annoying.She stopped concentrating on the letter and went straight to her laptop. She hadn't checked her notifications in a while and thought maybe she would have one or two, maybe three emails, she didn't have many friends and mostly hung out with the girls she knew from work.She opened his e-mail, and to her surprise, she had 29 unopened ones.She opened the first one, it was from her mother. She answered everything very briefly, she didn't get along with her but he still loved her. Their relationship had become stormy when she found out how much she had alienated her from her father. She wasn't a bad mother, if somewhat overpr