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ADRIAN If there was one thing I had never experienced since I was ten years old, it was spending three whole days immersed in complete peace, without remembering my problems, without hatred being present in every tiny cell of my body and soul.Those were the days in Fernando de Noronha with Ravena, the best of my life, since my innocence was stolen when I was still a child. I wanted to stay there forever with her, wait for our son to be born and continue living with them both at the resort. However, real life awaited me and it was quite different from the dream I had lived in that paradise.In real life, I couldn't just forget the goals I had been fighting for for so many years. I had to move forward and see the pipeline through to the end, even though those days of peace had managed to make this project, as well as my plan for justice, seem incredibly irrelevant to me. It was as if a new door had opened inside me and shown me other directions I could take my life, directions I had n

ADRIANRavena's eighteenth birthday was in three days and Marina had already asked my permission to throw a big party, with the presence of one of those singers that teenagers liked, a party to which I agreed.During the preparations, the two girls were whispering a lot in the corners of the house, which led me to suspect that they were planning something beyond this celebration. Considering that Ravena would be turning eighteen and, therefore, would be of legal age, in charge of her own destiny and free to do whatever she wanted with her life, without needing anyone's permission anymore, I assumed that they were both planning to run away with my son. I thought this because it was what I would do if I were in her place. But I couldn't allow this child to be taken from me, especially to enter an uncertain life, like my mother's, trying to raise me alone, with no money, no home and no father figure. I needed to do something to stop those two from committing such madness, but first I nee

Ravena still tried to resist, placing her hands on my chest and pushing me away, but in the end she let her desire get the better of her and allowed me to strip her of her robe and take her to bed.There was so much to say, but there was no space for words. All I could do was take her to myself, overcome by the certainty that this would be the last time I would taste her, that I would kiss my son while he was still in her belly. The last time she would be mine, because after we talked, she would never look at me again.Overcome by a whirlwind of heightened emotions, I loved her with all my intensity, giving and receiving pleasure, kissing every tiny part of her body, saving her taste and her smell, experiencing for the last time the sensation of being inside her. Until, finally, we lay motionless in bed, naked, sweaty, cuddled up to each other, enveloped by a silence filled with a restlessness whose reasons were different for both of us.“Raven, I love you,” I whispered. Before she ha

The week that followed was one of the worst of my life. In order to avoid seeing Adrian, I spent practically the entire day in my room, ate my meals there, only left when I was sure he wasn't home, and only went out to the back garden to get some sun.All the time I felt dominated by blind hatred, no longer able to cry, but only regret having once trusted that man, having loved him and opened my heart to him. He was like my mother, a scoundrel and without scruples, the only difference was that we didn't have the same blood running through our veins.To my salvation, Marina was my constant companion, she was always with me, cheering me up, encouraging me to leave that room and go out and live life. Every day, she invited me to go shopping in Belize, as before, but I was afraid of harming the baby, since the doctor had recommended that I rest.After a week, I was tired of being cooped up, so I used some of the money I had been saving to bring one of Belize's most renowned doctors to the

The next day, I had lunch in my room again, to avoid meeting him around the house. In the afternoon, at a time when Adrian was never home, I went downstairs with Marina to sunbathe near the pool, as I had been doing for the last few days.She and I were lying side by side, stretched out on lounge chairs, wearing only our bikinis, when unexpectedly Adrian approached, coming from the direction of the house, looking like a mirage with his athletic and elegant build, inside the blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and gray dress pants.“Marina, could you leave us alone for a moment?” he asked, his voice much calmer than the day before, his large body blocking my sun.— Of course. — Cowardly as always, Marina got up and left the garden almost running.Adrian sat sideways in her seat, facing me, while I lay there, motionless, my eyes half-closed against the sun, unable to keep every tiny part of my body from becoming aware of his proximity. The unwanted heat of lust welled up