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
James waited impatiently for his coffee while flipping through some gossip magazine on the coffee table. He had managed to get away from work for a little while and traveled quickly in his private jet. The trip had taken about three hours and he had arrived right on time.Last Tuesday he had sent several emails, until two days later he decided to fly to Seattle. After catching the flight, he sent a few more emails quoting Luna at the agency and when she responded, he was already in town.The clock had him too desperate. He was already getting nervous, though he tried not to show it."Um, excuse me?," a young woman asked, standing in front of him. A young woman asked, standing in front of him. She sat down across from him. He looked up, "Are you James?," he nodded, "Oh, nice to meet you, I'm Luna""A pleasure, Miss Scaloni" he said with a gentile smile on his face."Have you come all the way from New York?" She asked shyly."Yes." He adjusted his tie. "I'm sorry I sounded so...pressure
James started walking, and Luna quickly followed him. After a few seconds, she could distinguish the large champagne-colored van."Get in." He said as he opened the door.She climbed into the passenger side and quickly James climbed in beside her."Well, for this week, I'll tell you some rules you'll have to follow." He said seriously, although he was quite happy. "Not to be too strict, it'll just be a few.""That's all right.""You'll write these down mentally. Rule number one: you will do with Portia only what I allow you to do. I have already experienced uncomfortable situations with other nannies, and I don't think it's good for them to do something with my daughter that I wouldn't do with her, or allow. Rule number two: you can ask her certain questions, but I will tell you which ones you CANNOT ask. Nothing about her mother or family in general. About her grandmother, maybe. Rule number three: if you stay, you will be assigned a room. Your house, my house. But you can't bring st