Conflict Of Hearts

My name is Rebeca, but everyone calls me Beck. At 26, I learned to be two people—two versions of myself that coexist in the same body: the dedicated doctor and the ruthless, cold woman who feels nothing. I came from a humble family. My father, Carlos, battled alcoholism and drugs—a fight my mother, Elisabeth, never gave up on. She was a woman of striking beauty and immense heart, admired by everyone. She did the impossible to keep our family together. But their fights were constant—a cycle of shouting and pain that I couldn’t stop watching, and that ended up affecting me deeply. I also had a brother whose greatest pleasure was always an easy life and having fun. He followed the same path as my father and, at 18, dove into the world of drugs. I watched my mother, consumed by the sadness of slowly losing the people she loved. Everything changed on a night I will never forget. I was in my room when I heard the front door being broken down. I ran into the hallway and heard screams. Hood

It was a busy night at the club, the colorful lights flashing and the music vibrating in the air. I was about to leave, but I spotted Lídia and decided to go say goodbye. I approached and whispered in her ear: —I’m heading home. Need a ride? Lídia smiled and shook her head. —No, girl. He’s taking me. She gestured to the guy beside her. I looked at him, and he nodded slightly. I responded with a cold smile, which he didn’t seem to notice, and murmured to Lídia: —If you need anything, call me, okay? She nodded, so I grabbed my bag and walked away. I made my way out of the club toward my car. I unlocked the doors, got in, and turned on the radio to break the silence of the night. I took one last look at my phone, and seeing no messages, I sighed in relief. Finally, it was time to go home. After parking, I walked straight inside and went to the office where my father was meeting with some guests. As soon as I entered and closed the door, all the men in the room—including my father—s

When my father stopped in front of me, I could feel the tension he carried in the air. With his imposing gaze, he seemed about to involve me in something big, and I knew there was no point in trying to escape. —Good thing I found you. Where’s Natasha? he asked, bluntly. —She’s getting ready, I replied, trying to hide my disinterest. He nodded, showing no surprise. —We have business to take care of. Go upstairs and put on some clothes. Don’t worry, I’ll have someone take Natasha home. Without questioning, I left the living room and went to my room. As soon as I entered the closet to pick out clothes, I heard the sound of water in the bathroom; Natasha was taking a shower. I dressed quickly, and just as I was leaving, Natasha appeared wrapped in a towel. She approached, placing a hand on my chest. —Where are you going, love? I sighed, removing her hands from me. —I’m going out. Someone will take you home. Without waiting for an answer, I left the room and went downstairs, headin

—I can defend myself, Igor! I said, trying to free myself. He was breathing heavily, his eyes still fixed on me, trying to control his anger. —Beck, he was trying to force a kiss on you. I was just defending you, he replied, almost growling. —You didn’t need to do that! I snapped, feeling my indignation rise. Before I could say anything else, I felt someone grab my other arm. I looked and saw Emily, glaring at me with an expression of contempt. —Ah, so that’s how it is, she said sarcastically. —You play hard to get, and then my boyfriend, Igor, has to clean up your mess. I was shocked by her comment, but I quickly regained my composure. I stepped closer to her, dangerously near the pool, and pointed a finger in her face, my voice firm. —Listen here! I didn’t ask him to defend me. I was going to handle it myself, and if you’re jealous, that’s your problem! Emily looked at me angrily, and before I could react, she pushed me hard into the pool. The icy impact of the water caught m

Sebastian watched me with a worried look. —I don’t want to know what you’re getting yourself into, but be careful. I gave a half-hearted smile, trying to ease the tension. —Don’t worry. Sebastian looked at me thoughtfully, then suggested with a sparkle in his eyes: —How about you forget about this for a while, and we go out to have some fun? I looked at him, seeing the excitement on his face. The idea of taking a break sounded more tempting than ever. —You’re right. I’ll deal with this later. After taking Beck home, Igor arrived at his apartment and grabbed his phone, calling Emily. —Good morning, Emily. Can you come over now? —Of course, my love! I’m on my way. After hanging up, Igor went to his room to change and started organizing his things to take to the hospital. A little later, Emily arrived and approached him, giving him a kiss. —Love, I missed you so much. Igor took a deep breath, getting straight to the point. —We need to talk, Emily. She looked at him, sensing