The return to Monaco was smooth and the days are passing quickly. I'm feeling much better. Therapy has helped me a lot to deal with these traumas in a way that doesn't interfere with my present or future. My diet has improved by 80%. I've been able to eat on my own, without the constant worry that I'm going to die at any moment. Dom has helped me every day. He doesn't try food anymore, but sometimes he shares his with me, because, somehow, we've got used to it. It's like a ritual, one of our moments together. Meals are important to us.Next week, we're finally going to Disney, and I'm so excited to see Mickey! After everything that happened in that house, we decided it was time to look for another one. For now, we're staying in Tourette's while we finalize the purchase of our house. Both contracts were torn up by Dom. We don't need a piece of paper to create our own rules, and we're getting along just fine in our own way.My pets that Berta brought, Euros and Dollar, have been getting
We arrived in Malibu at dawn. The mansion was silent and deserted, a stark contrast to the scene I left here. Everything was clean and spotless, looking ready to welcome me. But the climate was strange, cold. We couldn't sleep, it's crazy how I realized that this wasn't where I belonged. Blanca and I searched the entire house, from top to bottom, without leaving a corner untouched. The only thing we found of James and Clara were photos. Pictures of trips, weddings, scenes from everyday life. Nothing that explicitly revealed who Clara was, apart from the obvious: a mercenary. I found the address of Dominus and a magnetic badge "mine" in the hoplitic. But no documents, no deeper records. Nothing. Everything was impersonal, as if someone had wiped away any trace.James' office was empty. No documents, no files. Not even his laptop was there. The emptiness gave me an uncomfortable, almost desperate feeling. It was then that an idea occurred to me: Everything concerning James and Clara sho
KikiBefore I even open my eyes, I can smell the cold, sterile smell of the room. I try to move my fingers, but they don't respond immediately. I open my eyes slowly. The white light from the ceiling is annoying, blurring my vision. I try to recognize the place, but nothing seems familiar. Next to the bed, a machine beeps at regular intervals, breaking the silence. The sheets covering my body are soft and comfortable.I notice the oxygen mask on my face and instinctively reach up to remove it, noticing my bandaged hand. My body is heavy, aching. My head throbs and pulses. I turn my face slowly, but I can't see any windows. I can't tell if it's day or night. The machine's beeping starts to become more irregular, reflecting my nervousness. I try to sit down, but the pain is cutting through my body and I give up.Where am I?“You woke up…”, a female voice sounds next to me, soft in its French accent.“What happened?”I ask, feeling the nervousness grow. Vague memories begin to invade my
LohanParisThe ringing in my head drowns out the insistent sound of my cell phone ringing. I lift my body off the floor and sit down, feeling the weight that seems to crush me. The room is covered in bottles and cans scattered across the carpet. I lean back on the bed, the sharp ringtone echoing from the coffee table. I lean over it with difficulty, pushing empty bottles, syringes and pills that fall to the floor as I look for the phone. When I find it, I squint, my vision still blurry, and try to focus. When I see his number on the display, I let out a breath. I've waited weeks for this. I pick up, but he doesn't give me a chance to say anything:“It's time for you to keep your end of the bargain”, his voice is authoritative“And the girl, did she make it?”“We're already watching her”, he replies, bluntly.“Today I'll do what I promised”, I say, standing up.“Perfect. I'll wait for you at the agreed place”, he finishes and I hang up.I pick up the gun from the bed, tuck it into the
The week was full of ups and downs. Dom spent the last four days recovering from the flu and I found several ways to get him to take his medication. Fortunately, everything worked out and he didn't get suspicious. So next time I'll know what to do if he needs it. Eva tried to talk to me, texting and calling me several times as if we were intimate. The difference was that they were threats, like: "You're running out of time, you haven't given me any answers, you don't know who you're dealing with...", and I didn't answer, because, if I get involved, it won't be good. I've already got Eva by the scruff of the neck, and I've only seen her twice.Apart from that, the week went smoothly. I went back to the neurologist, my brain is still the same, and I had the stitches removed from my head. Yesterday, Didi had a party at her house, just for us girls. It was incredible. I stayed until 1:30 in the morning, because that's when the boys left the house and Dom picked me up. We had a great time
DomI wake up to the insistent ringing of my cell phone. I grope around the bedside table, my vision still blurred, until I find the device. My sister's name appears on the screen and I roll my eyes before putting it on silent. A flurry of congratulatory messages flood the device, but I ignore them. I put the phone away and, as I look at the empty space on the bed next to me, I notice Kiara's absence. I jump up. Where is she?I hurry to the suite, but I can't find her. I splash water on my face, brush my teeth and go downstairs, annoyed by her absence. All the bedroom doors are closed and the corridor is silent. As I go downstairs, a sweet scent permeates the air. Following the scent, I find my way to the kitchen.As I enter, I see Kiki at the counter, surrounded by molds and what look like failed attempts at cakes. The scene makes me smile. She's barefoot, wearing a short navy dress, the straps falling to her shoulders, shaping her body, her curves giving me pause. Her hair is up in