All Chapters of TOO YOUNG TO BE HIS: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ADRIANConsidering that the first thing I did upon arriving from Belize the day before, after marrying Ravena, was to send an eviction notice to Arnaldo Brandão, giving him thirty days to vacate the house I intended to demolish, I was not surprised to find him waiting for me at the reception desk as soon as I entered the building that housed my company. But he was wasting his time by coming there. There was nothing he could do, or say, that would be able to convince me to change my mind.Now that Ravena had become my wife and I could prove, with my testimony, that I had not raped her, or even intentionally impregnated her, that damned old man no longer had any trump cards with which to blackmail me. If he insisted on going to the press with that story, no scandal would be generated with my name and, in the end, I would still be seen as a good Samaritan who saved the defenseless girl from her bitch mother.With this, I was free to walk over his house and I would do so. I would make him

ADRIANWhen I got back to the office, I felt much calmer and more relaxed, so I was able to concentrate better on my work during the afternoon. Over the course of the hours, I had a few meetings with the engineers and lawyers, sorted out everything I had to do, and finally remembered that I needed to find a doctor to take care of Ravena's prenatal care.With much insistence, I managed to convince Dr. Gabriel, one of the best obstetricians in São Paulo, to travel by helicopter to Santa Clara, bringing all his medical paraphernalia for the beginning of his consultations, since I did not trust the only doctor in that city, since he could be a friend or even an accomplice of Soraya. Dr. Gabriel would arrive in three days and would return for the following consultations, or when necessary.I spent the whole afternoon thinking about Ravena, how good it was to be with her, to taste her and smell her, to possess her. I had never desired a woman as intensely as I desired her, a feeling that ha

RAVENA A few days later...It was just over a week before I turned eighteen, and with that, Marina and I would finally leave that backwater, never to return.My God! I couldn't believe it was so close, that the dream we had fought for our whole lives would finally come true.We spent several years saving money, making plans, and thinking about the smallest details. Since it was no longer just the two of us, but we also had a baby, we would need even more money, at least enough to guarantee a few months' rent on a nice apartment until we could find a job. However, we were already making ends meet by overcharging for the baby's layette, which we did every week at the Belize shopping mall, without Adrian suspecting that he was being robbed.He didn't pay much attention to what we were doing, he was so focused on ensuring our safety, on making sure we didn't leave the house without a group of armed security guards following us, because he believed that his enemies would attempt to kill m

— There are no cats here. There was someone on this balcony and they could still be out there. — He grabbed my arm and led me back to the room. He locked the balcony door from the inside and put the key in his pants pocket. — I'll tell the security guards. I want you to promise me that you'll wait for me here, that you won't leave this room.The lump in my stomach churned a little more, fearing that if he got out, someone might hurt him.— Tell the security guards on your cell phone and stay here with me — I asked.— I'll use my cell phone, but I want to help you search. Lock the door when I leave and don't go far from here.With that, Adrian gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and hurried towards the door, picking up his discarded shirt and putting it on as he left the room.**As soon as Adrian left the room, I locked the door from the inside, got dressed and tried to stay calm, but it was impossible. An intense fear overcame me, images of him being killed, in different ways, passe

RAVENA Unlike me, Marina could move around the city freely, without the constant vigilance of security guards, so she spent the whole morning outside the house, successfully solving everything we needed. After lunch, I told Adrian that we were going to the mall to buy some more items for the baby's layette and we left the house, in the car driven by the driver, with one of the security guards sitting in the front seat next to him and two others in a second car that was right behind us.As planned, we went straight to a children's clothing store, right there in Santa Clara, whose owner we had paid to help us escape. It was much easier than I imagined to get away from the security guards, who stayed at the front of the store, near the door, while we went to the back. We went into the bathroom together, from where we jumped out the window, ending up in the backyard of the store owner's house and from there we went to the back street. There, we were finally free of the armed men who were