Pietra
The morning started like any other. I woke up early, followed my usual routine, and dropped Isaque off at school before heading to the diner where I worked. The atmosphere was calm, with a few regular customers enjoying the end of the breakfast hour. Mirella, a frequent patron who always came in later due to her night shift, took her usual spot near the counter.
"Good morning, Pietra! How are you today?" Mirella asked with her warm smile as I prepared her coffee.
"Good morning, Mirella! I'm doing well, thank you. And you? How was your night at work?" I replied, trying to maintain a light demeanor despite the exhaustion I felt.
Our conversation flowed naturally, as it did every day. But then my phone rang, interrupt
PietraWhen the doorbell rang, my heart nearly stopped. I opened the door to find Mirella standing there, her expression serious but resolute.“We need to talk,” she said, stepping inside.A chill ran down my spine as I followed her to the living room, where we sat down.“What I’m about to propose isn’t easy,” she began, looking directly into my eyes. “But if you’re truly willing to do anything to get the money, this might work.”I held my breath, bracing myself for the proposal that could change our lives—for better or worse. Mirella then revealed the truth she had so carefully kept hidden.“Pietra, I work
AaronTwelve days after sleeping with Rebecca, Eric took her for an HCG test to confirm if she was pregnant. He said it would already be possible to get an accurate result. I was in my office, buried in work and trying to push away those troubling memories when Paolla walked in, bringing the news I feared most. “The test came back negative,” she said, her voice heavy with tension. “Damn it!” I cursed, frustration consuming me. I knew what that meant: I would have to sleep with Rebecca again. My rational side screamed that this wasn’t a
RebeccaWhen Eric called to tell me Aaron was coming to meet me again, I felt a knot in my stomach, accompanied by an emotion I was ashamed to admit: excitement. I’d spent these past days replaying the moments we shared, and knowing it would happen again made me both nervous and anxious.I took a shower, letting the warm water calm me a little, then applied lotion all over my body, now painfully aware of what was about to happen. Opening the wardrobe, I sifted through the clothes I had bought with the card Eric gave me and chose a tight dress with a plunging neckline. I had bought it with Aaron in mind.I slipped into the dress and looked at myself in the mirror. The reflection showed a provocative, attractive woman. For a moment, I almost liked what I saw. But then I scolded myself. What I was about to do had nothing to do with se
AaronI walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me before stepping under the strong stream of water. I hoped to wash away the madness of what I had just done.Rebecca was a temptation I didn’t feel strong enough to resist. Every touch, every moment with her, pulled me deeper under her spell—and that was dangerous.I needed to recharge, in every sense, before stepping back into the battlefield. Paolla and Eric had been right: one time wasn’t enough to achieve my objective. What they didn’t realize, however, was that one time also wasn’t enough for me—but in a completely different way.Lost in thought, I scrubbed my body harder than necessary. Facing away from the bathroom door, enclosed in the glass shower, I felt the unmistakable sensation of som
Pietra Accepting Mirella’s proposal was one of the hardest decisions I had ever made. Now, as I prepared for this new reality, the weight of responsibility pressed down on me like never before. I decided to keep working at the diner during the day and take on only a few night jobs as an escort. The thought of leaving Isaque and Andressa alone at night didn’t sit well with me, but I reassured myself that Andressa had only fainted once and that they could keep each other company. Even so, I made it clear to Mirella that if Andressa needed me, I would return home immediately. Mirella, with her experience, walked me through everything in detail. She explained how the agency worked, what to expect, and what I would have to do. She assured me that I could set boundaries and that the agency would ensure clients were aware of and respected those limits. The owner of the agency, known as Dandara, was a respected businesswoman who kept her identity a secret. She handpicked the girls base
Anton I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was impossible to understand how Pietra—the same girl I’d known for years in school and had recently seen working respectably as a waitress in a modest diner—could turn into the woman standing before me now. Pietra was different. She exuded sensuality from every pore, and it was hard for me to reconcile the three versions of this same woman. "I'm waiting, Pietra. Why are you selling yourself like this?" I barely recognized my voice, filled with disbelief and anger. She tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come out. Her eyes—those dark, gleaming eyes I knew so well—were wide with surprise and, perhaps, fear. "How could you... how could you become this?" I pressed, the anger bubbling up inside me. "You’re a hypocrite, Anton!" Pietra shouted, her eyes flashing. "While you criticize me for selling myself, you spend your money buying women's attention. Isn’t that exactly what you did by hiring me for tonight?" My anger reached
AntonPietra accepted the proposal, but I didn’t feel ready for anything else that night. I didn’t want her to be with me just because I was paying. But extreme situations demand desperate measures, and I was acting on emotion. Now, with Pietra staring at me, I had no idea what to do next."What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice slicing through the heavy silence between us.I took a deep breath, trying to find clarity amidst the whirlwind of thoughts."We need to settle on the amounts and how I’ll make the payments before anything else," I replied, trying to buy some time.Pietra’s eyes lit up at the mention of money, and it made my chest tighten. I could
RebeccaLying beside Aaron, still catching my breath, I feel like I’m floating. The sex we just shared was intense and passionate. It’s hard to remind myself that this is just business. Aaron seemed as caught up in the moment as I was. He loved me in a way that felt so real!My experience with men is almost nonexistent, but I can’t believe a man who feels nothing for the woman in his arms would act with such passion. Nothing between us was mechanical or cold. Every touch, every kiss, was filled with an intensity that made me forget everything except us.I turn slowly, feeling a growing desire to touch Aaron’s face, to be closer to him. When I open my eyes and see him, a smile forms on my lips. But before I can say anything, Aaron practically leaps out of bed, breaking the spell.
AaronRight after breakfast, I decided it was time to get my professional life back in order. The past week had been absolute chaos, my thoughts constantly consumed by the search for Rebecca and the never-ending conflicts I had to deal with. After the argument with Eric at the club, I realized I needed to regain control of myself.Work was the only refuge I had left—something that, no matter how difficult, was still within my control. So, I went straight to my grandfather’s library. The peace of that place always helped me organize my thoughts, and I was determined to dive into the projects and reports I had neglected.But right after lunch, the tranquility was shattered. Without knocking, Paolla walked in, impeccably dressed as always, with that determined look that told me she was here to bring up the same topic yet again.
RebeccaIt was still hard to believe how quickly everything had changed once again. When I accepted Eric’s offer to enroll in art school, it felt like a distant dream coming true. But in less than twenty-four hours, everything was set: enrollment confirmed, a new apartment in Pinheiros, and a move that happened so fast I barely had time to process it. It was almost as if Eric had planned everything before even consulting me.Despite the strangeness of it all, the apartment was comfortable, and the location was perfect for attending school. In a way, classes came as a relief. Every time I sat in front of a canvas or held a paintbrush, I felt immersed in something that made me forget, if only for a few moments, the man who wouldn’t leave my thoughts: Aaron.I was determined to focus on my future and, most importantly, on mainta
AaronThe week felt like a test of endurance. Rebecca seemed to have vanished from my life. I didn’t know where she was or if she was okay. I tried to stay calm, but the feeling of helplessness was unbearable. With each passing day, my focus and energy were split between the lack of news about her and Paolla’s relentless presence. Even though I had made it clear that things between us were unsalvageable, Paolla insisted on coming to the mansion for family dinners, pretending everything was fine. And out of consideration for my grandparents, I swallowed every word that could turn the atmosphere into chaos. I didn’t want to be the reason for a fight in front of them.But Paolla’s act was testing my patience. Every time I tried to talk, her voice became more insistent, trying to manipulate me into giving in and coming back home. I kept my answer the same, repeat
AntonI was heading home after a long day at Baumann. The past few weeks at the company have been intense but rewarding. Being involved in management, learning, and making real decisions has changed my perspective on so many things. But no change had been as profound as Pietra. The thought that, for the first time, I was building something meaningful—it was all because of her.As I parked my car in the Baumann estate’s garage, my phone vibrated. I picked it up automatically, expecting a message from Anneliese or a colleague from work. But the name on the screen made my heart race: Pietra. The initial relief of hearing from her quickly turned into a sinking feeling as I read the message."Anton, we need to talk about something very serious
PietraThe morning began with a gentle breeze flowing through the house, and even though my mind was occupied with a thousand thoughts, I felt excited. Despite all the ups and downs, things finally seemed to be falling into place.I entered Andressa’s room with a smile, determined to start the day with positive energy. Seeing that she was already awake, I went straight to the window to open the curtains and let the sunlight fill the space. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” I teased, turning to her.Andressa responded with a weak "good morning," and my heart immediately tightened. There was something different in her tone, a lack of enthusiasm that worried me.
AxelWhen Fred walked into the room, I knew she’d be right behind him. My heart raced, and for a moment, I had to mentally prepare myself to finally face the woman who had haunted me since Santorini. It was strange because, even though my memory of that night was hazy, the emotional impact she had on me was painfully clear.But when she stepped through the door and the soft light of the room illuminated her face, I was hit with a shock so strong it nearly took my breath away. The resemblance to Priscila, my ex-wife, was uncanny. For a moment, I was frozen, as if I were seeing a ghost. It didn’t make sense. What was this? How was it possible?I stayed silent, struggling to mask the storm raging inside me. My mind tried to connect the dots, but nothing added up. Fred,
KimberlyMore than a month. A full month since I sent the first email to Axel, which, of course, went unanswered. Then came the messages on social media, the indirect attempts to reach out… but nothing. His fame didn’t make contacting him easy, and yet, a part of me persisted. Maybe it was naivety, maybe a desperate attempt to resolve the situation, but I was following his every move in the media. When they announced his signing with an English team, Kathleen almost exploded with excitement, saying that fate was working in my favor.I hesitated to hold onto any hope, but Kathleen insisted. Through her journalist contacts, she managed to get me into that packed auditorium for the press conference. I wasn’t sure if I’d confront him, but at least I’d see him one more time.The room was full of people, voices, and expectations surrounding him, and the energy was a mix of euphoria and curiosity. I was there, just a few meters away from the father of my child, but deep down, I just wanted t
AxelAfter the meeting with Antonella on Saturday in my apartment, I spent the next two nights practically wide awake, trying to prepare for what lay ahead. I needed to resolve this once and for all. Antonella was the girl I had been with just once, during my vacation in Brazil, and I knew we had been careful. The possibility that she was pregnant with my child didn’t make sense. Still, I needed her to publicly admit the truth so this whole story could be put to rest.The conversation, however, did not go as I had expected. Antonella seemed to be enjoying every minute of the exposure and fame that the story had brought her. Ever since she leaked the supposed "romance" to a gossip website, her followers had multiplied into the millions. It was obvious that she was relishing being the center of attention and, to my surprise, now considered herself some kind of celebrity. However, the conversation revealed that she had no character whatsoever, and I quickly realized that it was impossibl
AaronI asked for a divorce, and for a brief moment, I saw Paolla’s expression shift. It was as if every conflicting emotion passed across her face—surprise, anger, disbelief. I braced myself for an explosion, but her words shocked me even more."Divorce? You must be out of your mind, Aaron." Her voice was low and cold, almost like a challenge. She took a deep breath, adjusted her purse on her shoulder, and with a calculated movement, lifted her chin and added, "Actually, I’m the one who needs some time alone now—to forget the absurdity that just came out of my own husband’s mouth."I watched, stunned, as she prepared to leave as if this were just a trivial argument."Paolla, wait… we need to talk about this," I insisted, taking a step toward her. "Where a