LOGINPOV MiguelI parked my car in the side garage of the house when my phone vibrated on the passenger seat. I turned off the engine and read Nataniel’s message:“Roberta is home, safe. I’m heading to dinner now.”I didn’t reply. Not only that, but I slipped the phone into my jacket pocket, stepped out of the car, and walked toward the Carrascal family mansion, ready for the inevitable and predictable family dinner dynamic.The mansion was old, passed down through four generations. I was the only one who refused to live there. To keep the tradition alive and not abandon a property worth billions, my family decided to occupy it. My mother, father, and grandfather lived there—and the place was far too big for just the three of them.I walked along the gravel path. The sound of water falling from the fountain was the only thing that blended with my quick footsteps. Cars parked beside the garden showed that everyone had already arrived.As soon as I reached the door, laughter echoed, filling
The vehicle went silent as Nataniel drove through the city streets, the lights blurring past the windows. I studied Emília sitting in the front seat while she smiled and flirted with Nataniel as if I didn’t exist in the back seat.We first arrived at a designer store. Nataniel parked by the curb, the engine purring softly as we stepped out of the car. I didn’t want him following us, yet Emília kept smiling at him, forgetting why we were there.I moved away from the two and shot Emília a deadly glare, showing how much her behavior irritated me. She choked the moment she realized what I was doing, stepped away from Nataniel, and hurried toward me.“I’m fascinated by this man,” she said, twisting as if in a trance. “I think I’ve found the man of my life.”“Nataniel is as boring as the theses I have to write about criminal law.” Something snapped inside me. I had tolerated Emília’s flirting the entire way there, but I couldn’t take another minute. “You’re here to work, not to chat with th
RobertaI heard whispers in the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Miguel’s deep, unmistakable voice was scolding Nathaniel, but I couldn’t make out what they were talking about.“Are you telling me Miguel was married?” Emilia whispered, staring at the framed pictures scattered around the house. “And that this woman died thirty days ago?”“I shouldn’t have told you…” I said, though I didn’t feel the slightest bit sorry. “Please don’t mention what I told him. Pretend you don’t know anything.”“You’re acting like dating him is wrong,” she said, her attention still fixed on the photographs. “The woman is dead. Miguel has every right to move on with his life.”“You don’t understand,” I sighed, annoyed—mostly because I couldn’t hear Miguel’s conversation with Nathaniel since Emilia just wouldn’t shut up. “We’d better end this talk.”Curiosity widened across Emilia’s face. She wanted to know how the woman had died and who was caring for Miguel’s newborn son. When hurried footsteps came toward
RobertaI stammered, meaningless words on the verge of slipping from my lips. Cold sweat covered my forehead, and I had no idea how to explain this to Miguel.“This pregnancy test is mine,” Emilia’s voice broke from behind me. “I’m sorry, sir, but I thought I could take it here. Forgive me if I was being inconvenient.”Emilia brushed past me, her shoulder bumping into mine, and grabbed the test from Miguel’s hand. My face clearly gave away how terrified I was—Miguel’s eyes didn’t leave me for even a second.“Is that true, Roberta?”Was he asking for my confirmation? For what exactly? And why was I so afraid of him finding out the truth if our relationship was nothing but a lie?“Don’t worry, Mr. Miguel, I’m not pregnant.” Emilia’s eyes slid toward me. “Roberta didn’t know anything. I took the test behind her back.”I swallowed the lump in my throat. What the hell was Emilia doing? Sure, taking the test had been her idea, but until that moment, it hadn’t even crossed my mind that I cou
— It’s not that serious, Roberta. — Emília grabbed my arm and helped me stand. — You were careful, right? You used protection?— Leonard was drunk. He barely remembered sleeping with me. Do you really think he’d remember a condom?She covered her mouth, staring at me in shock. That reaction only made my fear worse, and anxiety burst inside my chest like a wave.— Then we have a serious problem, — she said, rushing to close the bedroom door.She went to her backpack, pulled out a box, and handed it to me. I read the words printed on it, then looked back at her, stunned.— Pregnancy test?— I always carry one, just in case.— I don’t even want to know what you’ve been doing, Emília. — I threw my hands in the air, refusing to understand what she meant by that. — Who carries a pregnancy test in their bag?— You’d be surprised by the kind of things I used to carry in mine. — Her comment made me laugh, despite everything. — Enough talking, let’s take the test and make sure.She walked towar
RobertaI was wrapped in a robe, pacing in circles around that giant room, unsure of what to do next. Miguel had told me I had visitors coming, but the hours passed, and no one showed up to explain what was going on.I threw myself onto the bed with a frustrated huff, clutching the sheets and trying not to scream. I should have been at college right now, attending my classes. The campus felt far less dangerous than being trapped in this house with nothing to do.Impatient, I got up and walked to the door. I turned the doorknob, and when I stretched my neck, I saw Nataniel walking toward my room beside another man. His sharp jawline and focused expression sent shivers down my spine. His eyes met mine, and I immediately stepped back inside and shut the door again.His brown eyes burned with anger when he entered the room. He didn’t even bother to knock. Why did that man seem to hate me so much?“This is Doctor Estevão,” he said, pointing to the older man beside him. “He’s here to examin







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