Chapter eight

The hell

Luke

On the hot nights of Rio de Janeiro, I would take my car and go to the east side of the city, and go out picking up women, one, two, and even three a night, to have fun. It was like this every week. I spent the money of the famous billionaire Gonzalo, my father, on prostitutes, and after I was satisfied, I abandoned them in the streets like anything else.

Women were never seen by me as anything other than an object to be used. Until I met Aurora. Geane had told me about her. About the fact that he left due to conflicts with his father. How ironic that life puts someone so similar to me in my path. She was also a writer and as attached to her mother as I am. We even looked like two people living the same story in different bodies.

After meeting her and having the timbre of her voice burned into my memory, I felt guilty for lying to her and the rest. How would I tell that I was the son of a billionaire who decided to disown me after discovering his ridiculous betrayal