Sam was visited by Arthur's friends, masters in medicine and drugs. She took intensive classes with them, who helped her to set up her laboratory with their signatures and acknowledge it before the law. Several months passed and although she didn't do it very often, Sam still had to keep learning and her lab had to be inspected from time to time by experts. She worked alongside a group of almost all graduates in the field, all of them outstanding.
She looked at herself in the mirror for the last time and smiled. Little by little she had changed the way she dressed and her shopping with Anabela had filled her closet with more youthful and beautiful dresses. After applying a nice lipstick, she put her veil over her face, as only Arthur had the privilege of seeing it.
The evening with her boyfriend was romantic and special, Arthur treated her as if she were a queen and always made up an outing to have her all to himself.
Under the moonlight, her boyfriend would und
One kiss after another… He was surprised, but he wasn't going to waste the moment asking questions, even though something was missing… “Samuel…” Anabela distanced herself agitated. “I want us to reach something more than friendship.” He was petrified. Was he dreaming? “Of course! You know you're special to me, and that's what I want most of all.” A kiss sealed the beginning of their relationship. In the meantime, Jacqueline tossed and turned in bed. She felt silly, she didn't understand that anger, that pain. “He was just sex," she repeated to herself for the third time. "He made his decision, it's his loss.” She tried to convince herself, although the feeling of sadness and impotence was stronger. Why did she feel used? (...) Sam turned back in a hurry, pulled Arthur roughly, and looked at him nervously. “I want to leave!” Both her voice and her body trembled. He watched her with concern
Sam fell asleep after so much crying. She woke up later than usual and her reflection in the mirror was frightening, at least she could cover it with her veil. She dreaded going out and seeing Arthur, but at the same time, she wanted to hold him in front of her, hug him and explain why she ran away from her husband.She walked out crestfallen and went into the kitchen. She felt instantly judged and ashamed, even though no one knew what had happened. She sat down shyly, worried eyes piercing her.“Are you all right?” Jacqueline accosted her. “You look pale and your eyes are puffy. Tell me if I should go and tell Arthur off. Did you fight? He was out very early in a foul mood.”Sam cleared her throat because her speech was slurred.“No, he didn't do anything to me,” she tried not to cry, despite the stinging in her eyes. She felt terrible as she didn't know how to make things right between them. It hurt her to hurt him, i
Arthur tossed and turned on his comfortable bed, which now felt unbearable. His heart ached and his eyes burned. He sat up while his hands squeezed his hair. He was sad, besides guilt wouldn't let him sleep.“I was very cruel to you, sweetie,” he wiped his tears and sighed. He stood up and walked in a circle, he hugged himself from the icy sensation. It wasn't just the cold his skin suffered from being uncovered. -Since he had only put on baggy pants after his bath. Rather it was the lack of hugging and kissing her, of seeing her smile and talking about her patients animatedly.He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the roof, again the annoying tears were wetting his face. He should have talked to her and set the record straight, how dare he call her a delinquent?'I'm stupid!' he thought as he dipped his fingers over his temples.“Such a kind and sweet woman can't be a murderer. She is noble and caring, my Sam is tenderness and
Hunger was ravaging her, as a result, her body was already very weak. She fell on the grass and cried out of frustration.“Arthur…” she stammered before closing her eyes.(...)“Where is it?” Arthur searched desperately, his room was in disarray and his drawers were open.“What happened here?” Anabela was shocked to see the mess.“Who came into my room?” he asked in a trembling voice. He couldn't believe he had lost it.“No one comes into your room unless it's for cleaning,” Anabela came up to him and put her arms around his neck.“You just came in and you're not going to do the cleaning,” he sighed and Anabela met his brown gaze.“I just came to see how you are, I'm very worried about you,” she stroked his cheek with her thumb.“I'm looking for something,” he regained his personal space and avoided her gaze
Arthur looked at the barbed wires that marked the boundary he was not to pass. His men examined him expectantly and frightened, trusting in his sound judgment and prudence, however, Arthur made his way through and entered the grounds of his enemies.“Sir, come out of there, it is dangerous,” muttered one of them, looking around and making sure that only his boss had heard him.“I must look for her, it is very likely that she is in this place," he said, looking at the earring he had taken from the other side and which he knew belonged to her since he had bought it for her on one of his outings.“Do you know that they can kill you claiming that you attacked them or wanted to rob them? You are trespassing on their land, if they find out, they will not hesitate to take this opportunity to get rid of you,” warned another one of them.“I will not abandon her! If she is in this place, she is in danger. If she's not already in
Her breathing was heavy, her heart beat with such agitation that it choked her. Pain and burning mingled and she lost consciousness.(...)“Julia, I don't understand what you are telling me,” she trembled at what she was hearing.“Mr. Fraga's farm is being used to sell weapons and toxic substances. You must escape from this place, it is not safe for you,” the lady warned her.“Since my father died, this is no longer a safe place, Julia.”“Yes, but things got complicated. They say your father didn't die naturally, Samay. He was murdered and they are framing you. Do you know what they are forcing you to sign and fill in?”Sam opened her eyes as if waking from a nightmare, her head ached and the dizziness wouldn't let her sit up as she should. She touched her face and her veil was gone.“Don't worry, only the doctor and I have seen you and he is completely trustworth
Sam looked for food and sat down to eat in the backyard. She reminisced about that day when he took her there. She loved him and it was painful to be separated from him. A week had passed and it was time to be told that at least he was okay, so she decided to visit the gentlemen who were taking care of her.“Hello, my dear,” Mrs. Goodman greeted her with a smile. “How's your arm today?”“It's better. I came to give you the list of supplies I'll need.”“Excellent!” The lady took the paper and sat down across from her. “Would you like some coffee?” Sam nodded and she smiled.“I'd like to know…” she looked down and played with her fingers. Her cheeks flushed and her nervousness was noticeable. “I've been here for a week and…” her heart pounded with intensity.“He'll contact you when it's safe to do it,” the lady averted her gaze, but Sam had a
Arthur rode in a daze, the melancholy in his chest and the emptiness of her absence was torturous. To imagine all that she suffered, all that she had to sacrifice.***“So, the lady is dead,” Samuel remained thoughtful and then smiled. "We must not lose hope, there is a person who can help us and soon I will find his whereabouts.”"Who is it?” Arthur asked in confusion.“Mrs. Julia's grandson.”Arthur nodded. Samuel got up from his chair and left.Arthur was in his room pondering Sam's confession when the door opened.“Hello, Arthur,” Anabela hugged him fervently. “I've been so worried. Where did you go that you didn't sleep in the house last night?”“I was working something out,” he pinched his nose.“And why did you go off by yourself? You know those thugs have you in their sights. Luckily they didn't succeed when you were in jail
A beautiful sunset celebrated the union of two souls in love, who met and saved each other. Dancing, laughter, food, and greetings flooded the cheerful estate.A couple admired the bride and groom dancing with the restless child, forming a dance of three. “We should get married, too,” Samuel whispered in the ear of the blonde whom he hugged from behind. “Everything will depend on you and how productive you make our estate," she said mischievously and he kissed her neck. Jacqueline had bought the neighboring ranch and settled there. She and Samuel managed it, although Samuel preferred the heavy labor along with the other workers. Like any ranchman with masculine pride, he was saving up to buy the engagement ring, for he wanted it to come out of his own pocket, as the fruit of his hard work. Another wedding was coming up soon, although Jacqueline had another little surprise in store for him, a consequence of his lack of patience is not waiting until
The sweat on their foreheads and the rapid beating of their hearts were evidence of the fear that ran through them. They were in the hands of their enemies and it was obvious that this would be the end of them. Arthur hurried to the gate with relief, noticing that it was the redhead woman who was there; she was looking at him questioningly; he, in turn, understood that expression and thanked God for that opportunity. “Tell me, Mr. Connovan, do you believe there is any hope for me? Do you believe that my sinful, wicked soul will find a place where it belongs and can be admired by anyone?” “I do. It doesn't have to be romantic love, you can find charity wherever you want to cultivate it. And definitely, I believe you can redeem your actions and be a good person, I believe you can dream and make those dreams come true.” “Will I be happy if I do that?” Her voice came out shrill and tears streamed down her face. “You will be. You will know the true
Arthur got off the horse full of excitement. He had dreamed all those days of Sam's face at the sight of her son, and the longing to witness that happiness in her had him nervous and nauseous. He ran to the door with trembling hands and a heaving chest. Jacqueline followed him with the child in her arms, he was very quiet for a child of his age and hardly uttered any words.Arthur noticed the half-opened door and entered quietly, for he wanted to surprise her. His heart pounded intensely as he saw a broken vase in the middle of the room and some things lying around as if a fight had taken place there. He ran in desperation to the other rooms of the house as he called out to her with cries full of anguish.“Sam! No, no, no, no, no. Sam, sweetheart, what happened?”Jacqueline looked at him regretfully, fearing the worst.“Sam!” he shouted and ran out of the hut in hope. It must be a misunderstanding, surely she would explain to him w
“So, Samay is with you,” said the black-haired man, smiling. “That girl is very elusive, I could never find her.”“Were you looking for her?” Samuel and Sebastian looked at each other with a smile.“Of course I was looking for her! I wanted her son back.”“Her son?” Samuel asked dumbfounded. Arthur hadn't told him about it.“She hadn't told you anything? She got pregnant by her husband. I don't know how she managed to escape, but I found her passed out on the outskirts of the forest surrounding the Fraga estate. She was bleeding and I thought she had lost the baby. A doctor friend treated her in secret, as many people were afraid of White. She woke up upset believing her child had died, but that baby was well attached and more alive than the mother.”He took a puff on his cigarette and smiled mischievously.“We moved to another town and she lived with me for the rema
Arthur rode in a daze, the melancholy in his chest and the emptiness of her absence was torturous. To imagine all that she suffered, all that she had to sacrifice.***“So, the lady is dead,” Samuel remained thoughtful and then smiled. "We must not lose hope, there is a person who can help us and soon I will find his whereabouts.”"Who is it?” Arthur asked in confusion.“Mrs. Julia's grandson.”Arthur nodded. Samuel got up from his chair and left.Arthur was in his room pondering Sam's confession when the door opened.“Hello, Arthur,” Anabela hugged him fervently. “I've been so worried. Where did you go that you didn't sleep in the house last night?”“I was working something out,” he pinched his nose.“And why did you go off by yourself? You know those thugs have you in their sights. Luckily they didn't succeed when you were in jail
Sam looked for food and sat down to eat in the backyard. She reminisced about that day when he took her there. She loved him and it was painful to be separated from him. A week had passed and it was time to be told that at least he was okay, so she decided to visit the gentlemen who were taking care of her.“Hello, my dear,” Mrs. Goodman greeted her with a smile. “How's your arm today?”“It's better. I came to give you the list of supplies I'll need.”“Excellent!” The lady took the paper and sat down across from her. “Would you like some coffee?” Sam nodded and she smiled.“I'd like to know…” she looked down and played with her fingers. Her cheeks flushed and her nervousness was noticeable. “I've been here for a week and…” her heart pounded with intensity.“He'll contact you when it's safe to do it,” the lady averted her gaze, but Sam had a
Her breathing was heavy, her heart beat with such agitation that it choked her. Pain and burning mingled and she lost consciousness.(...)“Julia, I don't understand what you are telling me,” she trembled at what she was hearing.“Mr. Fraga's farm is being used to sell weapons and toxic substances. You must escape from this place, it is not safe for you,” the lady warned her.“Since my father died, this is no longer a safe place, Julia.”“Yes, but things got complicated. They say your father didn't die naturally, Samay. He was murdered and they are framing you. Do you know what they are forcing you to sign and fill in?”Sam opened her eyes as if waking from a nightmare, her head ached and the dizziness wouldn't let her sit up as she should. She touched her face and her veil was gone.“Don't worry, only the doctor and I have seen you and he is completely trustworth
Arthur looked at the barbed wires that marked the boundary he was not to pass. His men examined him expectantly and frightened, trusting in his sound judgment and prudence, however, Arthur made his way through and entered the grounds of his enemies.“Sir, come out of there, it is dangerous,” muttered one of them, looking around and making sure that only his boss had heard him.“I must look for her, it is very likely that she is in this place," he said, looking at the earring he had taken from the other side and which he knew belonged to her since he had bought it for her on one of his outings.“Do you know that they can kill you claiming that you attacked them or wanted to rob them? You are trespassing on their land, if they find out, they will not hesitate to take this opportunity to get rid of you,” warned another one of them.“I will not abandon her! If she is in this place, she is in danger. If she's not already in
Hunger was ravaging her, as a result, her body was already very weak. She fell on the grass and cried out of frustration.“Arthur…” she stammered before closing her eyes.(...)“Where is it?” Arthur searched desperately, his room was in disarray and his drawers were open.“What happened here?” Anabela was shocked to see the mess.“Who came into my room?” he asked in a trembling voice. He couldn't believe he had lost it.“No one comes into your room unless it's for cleaning,” Anabela came up to him and put her arms around his neck.“You just came in and you're not going to do the cleaning,” he sighed and Anabela met his brown gaze.“I just came to see how you are, I'm very worried about you,” she stroked his cheek with her thumb.“I'm looking for something,” he regained his personal space and avoided her gaze