Rebecca
After Paolla’s exit, the silence that followed was deafening. Leonel watched me with a look of quiet disapproval, but I didn’t care. His deep, controlled voice echoed through the room.
"Aaron, come with me. We need to talk. Now." He wasn’t asking—it was an order.
My first instinct was to refuse. I needed to talk to Rebecca, to explain everything, to try to fix whatever could still be salvaged.
"I need to settle something with Rebecca first."
Leonel narrowed his eyes, his posture stiffening even more.
"Settle?" He took a step closer, each word laced with disapproval. "You just caused a scandal in front of the entire family. And now you
AaronAs soon as Rebecca suggested we go to her new apartment, a wave of relief washed over me. I needed a place where we could talk without interruptions, without the constant weight of family and their judgments. "Sounds like a great idea!" I replied without hesitation.The ride to her new address was peaceful, but my mind was anything but. As soon as we stepped into the spacious, well-decorated apartment, an odd feeling of unease started creeping in. The place was beautiful, even elegant—something that starkly contrasted with the small, simple apartment where she used to live.While Rebecca moved naturally through the space, I started noticing the details. The soft fabric of the couch, the discreet yet tasteful furniture, the cozy touches that ma
RebeccaThe words Aaron said, the intensity in his gaze, his promises… It was hard to believe. Too good to be true. That phrase echoed in my mind, bringing with it a wave of fear and uncertainty.I never wanted to be caught in the middle of a mess like this. The scene with Paolla in the living room was enough to remind me of the weight this family carried, of how powerful and ruthless these people could be. Aaron seemed sincere, but I wondered if he truly understood what he was promising."Aaron..." I began, my voice hesitant, but he looked at me with such intensity that I had to look away. "I don’t know if I can be part of this. This family... the chaos... it all scares me."He leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked onto mine."Reb
AaronLeonel stared at me with an intensity that made it seem like he could see beyond my words. His eyes never wavered, and the tension in the room was palpable. When he finally spoke, his voice was firm as always, but it carried a weight I recognized—disappointment.“Aaron, are you sure about this? Sure about your feelings? And more importantly, are you absolutely certain about your separation from Paolla?”I took a deep breath, feeling the gravity of his question, but my answer came without hesitation.“Yes, Grandpa. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Even if Rebecca doesn’t want me, even if this ends with us apart, there is no chance—none at all—that I will go back to Paolla.”
RebeccaAfter Paolla’s exit, the silence that followed was deafening. Leonel watched me with a look of quiet disapproval, but I didn’t care. His deep, controlled voice echoed through the room."Aaron, come with me. We need to talk. Now." He wasn’t asking—it was an order.My first instinct was to refuse. I needed to talk to Rebecca, to explain everything, to try to fix whatever could still be salvaged."I need to settle something with Rebecca first."Leonel narrowed his eyes, his posture stiffening even more."Settle?" He took a step closer, each word laced with disapproval. "You just caused a scandal in front of the entire family. And now you
AaronThe moment Paolla entered the room, the air seemed to freeze. Her eyes landed on Rebecca first, lingering on her for a long, tension-filled moment before shifting to me. I knew she was trying to make sense of what was happening, but her expression quickly changed from confusion to something far more threatening."What is going on here?" Paolla asked, her tone dripping with anger.I clenched my fists, trying to stay calm, but it was clear a war was about to begin. And I wasn’t willing to back down. Not now, with Rebecca standing in front of me and the truth so close to being exposed.I knew this would shake everything—my relationship with my family, my position at Baumann, and the balance I had carefully maintained for so long—but there was no more room for doubt. I had
RebeccaSince the day of the tea with Anneliese, my life seemed to have taken on a new color. We started talking almost every day, and her contagious energy made me feel less alone.She was attentive in a way I hadn’t expected, always asking about my classes at the art school or how I was adjusting to my new routine. It was a relief to have someone to talk to—someone who seemed genuinely interested in my happiness.The classes at school were also transforming me. With every brushstroke and exercise, I felt as if I was finally connecting with something essential. For the first time in a long while, the feeling that life was passing me by gave way to a growing sense of excitement.It felt as if, little by little, I was building something of my own—a future that made sense.The following weekend, Anneliese insisted that I meet her family. At first, I was hesitant, but she was so persistent and excited that she eventually convinced me."They're going to love you, Rebecca," she said in a w
AaronI was sitting in my office at Baumann, trying to focus on an important report, but my mind was elsewhere. All I could think about was Rebecca, the emptiness her absence had left, and my inability to find her.Eric was out of the question, Paolla was more intrusive than ever, and I ran out of options. The idea of hiring someone to find her seemed like the only way, but where would I find someone trustworthy, someone who would do the job seriously and discreetly? The last thing I needed was someone who would just take advantage of my situation.As I was deep in thought, my secretary knocked on the door, interrupting the chaotic flow of my mind."Mr. Baumann, Ettore is here. Shall I send him in?"The mention of Ettore sparked a sudden idea, almost like a lightbulb switching on in my mind. He was the head of the family’s security—a discreet, efficient, and loyal man. If there was anyone capable of helping me in this situation, it was him."Yes, send him in," I replied, adjusting mys
AntonThe conversation with Aaron was brief, despite Anneliese’s impulsiveness. When I returned to the living room, I found Anneliese and Pietra talking. Anneliese was laughing at something, gesturing animatedly, but what caught my attention was Pietra’s face. Her expression was distant, almost closed off—completely different from the woman I had left there just minutes ago. It was as if something had changed drastically, and my instincts screamed that something was wrong. “Pietra, shall we go?” I asked, trying to hide my concern.She agreed quickly, as if she was eager to get out of there. I knew she must have been worried about her siblings. Even though Andressa was recovering well, Pietra never fully relaxed. She was always vigilant, fearing that something could go wrong, especially with Andressa still recovering and Isaque so small and full of energy.On the way back to her house, I tried to talk, but her responses were short, almost monosyllabic. It wasn’t Pietra’s usual behavi
PietraThe way Anton reacted to the news of my pregnancy was so unexpected, so full of genuine joy, that it left me speechless.I had imagined so many different scenarios in my mind, but none of them involved him hugging me as if he had just received the greatest gift of his life. Becoming a mother wasn’t something I had planned for now, not at such an uncertain moment, but it was impossible not to be swept up in Anton’s happiness.He talked nonstop, planning celebrations, imagining how we would tell his family, and even suggesting baby names. While Anton saw this as a dream come true, I couldn’t shake the feeling that, at some point, the ground might disappear from beneath us.I managed to convince him to wait until Sunday to share the news with his family. He agreed, of course, but his excitement was so overwhelming that I wondered if he’d be able to keep his mouth shut until then.Meanwhile, my own emotions were a mix of nervousness and anxiety. As much as Anton was thrilled, I cou