Claiming The Heiress

Alejandro…my dear, dear boy. Throughout the years I have shared everything I have with you, I have taught you everything I know.There is nothing I’ve wished for more than being your father not just by heart, but also by blood. Unfortunately, that can never happen. It is with the greatest of hopes that you understand the choice I have to make, I leave my entire wealth to my birth daughter, Katerina. She may not recognise me as her father anymore, but she is all the blood I have left, the only part of me that will live on once I am gone from this earth.Please, forgive me the lie. I wish you all the happiness in the world, my boy. Thank you for being by my side.I stare at the sheet of paper in my hands, the black lines blurring in front of my eyes as rage like nothing I’ve felt before overwhelms me. Fifteen years. I have wasted fifteen damn years of my life slaving myself in this hellhole, forgetting to truly live, forgetting what freedom means, with the only goal that everything wil

KaterinaMy father’s name is not Pedro Montener, but when I was a little kid and we were all a happy fucking family for five minuets, he used to joke with me that one day he’d change his name, because his was cursed, and achieve great things so I could be proud of him.We used to watch this silly soap opera one summer, me and him, in secret from my mom, who hated such shows, and there was this great character, a role model dad, named Pedro Montener, who did everything for his children even in the expense of his own happiness and desires. Petar used to say he’d be my Pedro Montener one day. Then the drinking got to him pretty badly and not only did he not achieve great things for me, he just left us. I was eight and heartbroken, and messed up because of it all, for years. And last I heard he’d gotten married and found a new family, so screw him, right? I am a grown up now, I have my own life. I don’t need that man back into my present when he robbed me of my past.Next to me Eva tenses

AlejandroIt’s been three days since I called Katerina Eneva to inform her that her father is dead and she’s about to inherit a fortune, and she mocked me in the face.Three days and neither she, nor her lady lawyer have reached back to me, and I am starting to get impatient. There was actually a deadline in that will according to Maria - if the daughter doesn’t come to claim her inheritance up to one month after the will is opened, she looses everything. But so do I. Which means that I need her for now and it pisses me off, I am not a person who relies on others to do his business, especially when so much is a stake. I lost my sight for a second and now I will pay for my mistakes.So, here I am, haunting the empty halls of a house that’s no longer my home, alone and restless, and angry. God, I am so angry all the damn time. It’s added to the old grudges buried deep in my heart, waking up the sleeping volcano of my patience. What is there not to be angry about? My entire life’s work

AlejandroThe small industrial plane lands on the small landing field in the middle of the field we designed especially for that purpose. The two girls at the back squeak in confusion as and fear as we quickly loose height, the pilot, Jose, already impatient to be done with his work for the day so he can go home to his woman and kids. Both him and I hate those long trips to the capital and we make it so they are as rare as possible and long in-between. We are simple, country people and the big city with its flashing lights and honking cars are not for either of us.Just like our countryside with its humid hot air is not for these European women riding with us. They are already sweating, their expensive city clothes too heavy for our weather. The redhead one, the lady lawyer, tries to keep her cool now but I saw her nasty temper earlier. She’s a feisty creature, who’s keeping her true nature in the name of the deal she’s here to procure on behalf of her friend. And about her friend— dam

AlejandroOne day. I have been in the presence of that woman for less than twenty-four hours and I am already on edge. Everything about her is snarl and bite, and scratch, like a damn wild cat that could never be tamed. Or be reasoned with. I hate how high she keeps her head at all times and I hate the negligent way she’s looking at everything and everyone, like she owns us, like she knows something we don’t, something written in that ancient barbaric language of hers that nobody else has access to. I guess that’s one of the reasons I told everyone to ignore her when they want earlier today. I was pissed and feeling petty, which is a new low, even for me. I should feel guilty, but I definitely don’t. The ice princess deserves to be put in place.“And you don’t see anything wrong with that?” Juan asks after I told him exactly that when he asked why I did it.He’s giving me the side-eye now, silently judging me as we stand on the porch of his small wooden house, our view - the violet du