Lahat ng Kabanata ng The sweet smell of seduction: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Sicily, Italy The leaves fall from the trees determined by autumn, without any choice as to their fate. These are laws that command the natural order of things, and with human relationships it is not much different. There are situations that we can only follow the course, without choice, because what is at stake, is what matters and nothing else. “Are you sure you can trust this woman?”, Asks the apprehensive maid. “ That would be foolish, Selina. She's a greedy woman and she can change sides at any moment, depending on who pays more”, Still my eyes are following the falling leaves, and just like the tree, I have lost a lot with the coming of the seasons. First my mother and then my father. Lorena was right. Danger is always lurking and one hour or another, your turn will come in the roulette wheel of death. I am no longer the innocent little girl who could not see the black and white of reality. I am one of the biggest leaders of the mafia and I don't deny that being able to cont

Paris, present My cab stops in front of the main facade of a luxurious mansion very well guarded by a considerable number of guards and dogs that are on the alert at the slightest sign of smell or unknown movement.  I don't dare get out of the car or approach it as the guests who are arriving endlessly do. At least the night would pay off and it wouldn't be long before I found out what would make me profit from the Parisian Elite. Because, deep down, the Mafia is nothing but business seasoned with a little fire and blood.   But for now, all I could do was wait for my "signal" to enter the field. And he appeared in a beautiful emerald silk dress and shoes of the purest leather. Amelia manages to surprise more and more in her looks, possibly gifts from the man s

“Chloé? How did you do it?” Amelia's face looks a mixture of surprise and terror denoted by her hands instinctively reaching for her neck. “ How did I do it?”, My smile remains sarcastic.  “You know, dear Amelia, sometimes I get the impression, or almost always, that I'm not fighting on your side, but against you” “What's that now, Francisca?”, She protests as she closes the door behind her with her heel, a pure fear that someone would overhear our conversation, “We are friends! 

I was supposed to go back to the kitchen, call it a night, and not give in to the temptation to pull this thread further and further. But, danger fascinates me and it remains to be seen to what extent this Adam Arnault would be my triumph against Amelia. With a bit of luck, he would go from being the target to my new toy that I would use to torture Amelia, or perhaps, in the end, both. It will all depend on how much she used my weakness as a mother to climb a miserable rung in life. So, nothing fairer than for me to use hers to get back on my feet in Paris with new schemes. And best of all, I would make my own rules. My intuition tells me that this was Amelia's plan with this man. However, it cannot be denied that there is some feeling on her part, still trapped in a possible youthful love that has never been reciprocated and has even become a laughingstock among the house maids. Poor my dear friend Amelia, better vanity than Love. An evil that should be uprooted with all the st

I arrived in time to be welcomed by Winter. It is mild like a father who welcomes a son who arrives after a long journey. Instead of cooling, it warms my heart and awakens memories in me that make a lonely tear roll down my cheek. They are always as scarce as my genuine smiles or sincere gestures of affection. The last time they wet my face was the day my daughter was born. There are no memories beyond her crying that remains just like a song that still manages to lull my demons to the point of weakness. And in my world there is nothing worse than having one so exposed to the eyes of enemies, because becoming a puppet will be inevitable. That's what reminds me of these walls of this hotel. One of the secret family businesses managed by "ghosts" for emergency situations. Here were received friends, men whose lives were on a tightrope, and Lorena, so that her escape would not be discovered until the dark of night and then be thrown into the wheel of fate from which she was never to