HENRICO ZATTANI I breathe in the clean air, feeling for the first time since I got out of jail a sense of security and familiarity. Guilhermino points from one distance to another with a smile plastered on his face, proud to finally have the opportunity to show me the growth of the crops. All displayed like a peacock."You did a good job." I comment, looking out over the vast rice paddy. "Thank you for not abandoning me and believing in me." I feel his gaze boring into my skin, concentrating on what I'm saying.snort."I know your character, brat. "You would never kill a snake, even if it were close to biting you." I take his reference, frowning and clenching my fists as I remember that night."I still don't remember everything that happened." I comment, seeing the blurry, jumbled images flash through my mind.He sighs, pulling in and out with force, almost as if something is getting in his way."What?" I ask, finally turning to face him."You went out that night to pick up Aurora,
HENRICO Her serene and relaxed expression makes it difficult for the girl to reconcile with the show for adults she was putting on at that bar when I arrived. Why does she have to look like a harmless sleeping angel? Is it on purpose? A plan designed to drive the man in me crazy? Screw this! The Bartender is right, this girl is trouble and she's going to get in the way of my plans.She mutters, making low, incomprehensible sounds with her eyes still closed. Turning over on the bed I'd given her for the night, causing the sheet to rise up to reveal her bare legs, revealing a piece of my shirt wrapped around her hip, while one of my underwear covered her small, round ass. I curse, cursing the brat for causing me confused thoughts. I'm between taking care of her and doing not "so" innocent things. I pull back the sheet her stupid movements have pulled and cover her body again, leaving only her head visible.I take her cell phone, glad she gave me the password earlier when I created a
AMELIAHe is insolent. Arrogant and extremely underhanded.And I shouldn't have given the Bar Man your phone number, let alone accompanied him to do so. Argh! Henrico Zattani wants to destroy my father, his hatred for my family has beengoing on for years and I certainly won't escape his revenge, I am fully convinced that the man will not free me from his claws and grudges. Still, I'm in his room, waking upafter a night of too many dreams and a horrible hangover. No one in my family can know about this.I clench my fists, slamming them against the mattress a few times, beyond infuriated at the effects the bastard is having on me.I look back down at my body, running my fingers over her shirt, I'm not wearing a bra underneath and scenes of me from last night are flashbacks in my head. I was pretty drunk when he picked me up from the bar and brought me down to the farm, I vaguely remember a young woman helpingme shower and then change into these clothes, probably the Marisa he menti
HENRICO"Do you still know how to ride?" I ask, petting Lexus. She nods and I smile, noticing that her expression has changed from annoyed to curious."This is Lexus, unfortunately my old horse died while I was in captivity."I say, feeling the regret in my tone. " By luck or fate, Guilhermino bought it and we fit perfectly." I continue, smiling at the horse."He is handsome." He says, testing out a light caress, I'm surprised to find he accepts his touch without protest."Like me, he also had a difficult past. He went crazy to defend himself, you are the first person besides me he can touch. Be honored, darling." I say, happy with the smile that she tries in vain to hide ."Come on, let's pick one for you." In fact, there's someone I think you'd like to see again.I say, leaving the Lexus tent convinced she's going to melt at my surprise.Arriving at bay twelve I notice the white hair, as well as the rest of the body. The mare whinnies when she sees us, seeming to recognize Amelia wh
AMELIAThe first face I see when I arrive at the hospital is Peter's, his expression is serious, full of something somber and mocking I've never seen in his face, so I walk past him and follow my mother, sitting in the seats opposite him. She was the one who called me and informed me about Aurora's situation. In any case, no one else has had the courtesy to inform me of my sister's health, although I understand that as a husband he is too overwhelmed to think about anything other than her well-being. his wife and child."How is she? I ask as soon as I'm close enough. Mom lifts her head and meets my eyes, her arms go around my neck without warning and I hold her tightly around the waist, responding to her hug."We still don't have news, your father went to try to talk to the doctor in charge. Her voice is shaky and I can see the tears in her eyes."How dare you bring him?" Peter's accusing voice cuts me off as it sends shivers through my body, taking me by surprise. I look in her direc
AURORAA few hours before....I knew this day would come sooner or later. "Fate always comes back to collect its debts," my mother used to say. I avoided going to prison when I asked for a divorce, at the time of his arrest the media tortured me so much that I was depressed for two weeks, I never went to see him, not even to understand the whole situation, but I knew he would come after me when out and honestly it took longer than I expected.I stare at the pill like it's my lifeline, unsure whether or not to take the strong sedative to calm my nerves. Anxiety medications started to be part of my life in adolescence, when my mother's absence became almost unbearable and crises came along with sleepless nights. Something lighter at first, but over time just a black streak could have an effect."Damn!" I yell, throwing the medicine into the trash can.I place a hand on my stomach, convincing myself that this is the right thing to do.I grab my bag, walking to the exit of my apartment, n
HENRICOI kept my distance for an entire month, waited patiently for Aurora to recover, and watched Amelia walk away in the meantime, as if she had a choice. I thought and thought, devoted all my time to making a deep assessment of my revenge plan and realized, with some reluctance, that I had deviated from the objective by bringing the newest Leal into the game.She is not a predator, but a dangerous distraction. And I need to put it all back together."Captain?" I say, hearing the man on the other end of the line chuckle excitedly."Don't tell me you miss me." he teases, causing me to pull my lips together in a tight smile. No, I was not. Leaving prison was like being reborn and given a second chance and I definitely, without a doubt, miss that place. However, I made contacts in jail that are needed here, like the Captain, for example. Juan Fernandez is a Peruvian, naturalized Brazilian and with a great sense of humor for someone who had a difficult childhood and the misfortune of h
Amelia LealI blink over and over, trying to digest what Mom just said. Her eyes stare at me warily and I need to take a few steps away to deal with the full load of the revelations she's just made."How long have you been together?" Her eyes fill with tears and her head starts to shake from side to side in denial."Please don't look at me like that. I don't deserve that judgmental look, Amelia. His words are tainted by tears, almost making them inaudible.I lower my head, unable to look into his eyes for more than three seconds.I didn't want to judge. I love her with all my strength, mom is my heroine and my mirror, but I can't deny that I'm stunned, full of prejudices."Just answer me, please." She sobs, no longer holding back the tears and my body shudders with guilt."It was at a conference a few months ago, you know how engaged I am in the social services that your father's party provides, but I do it out of love, because I feel like a better person helping others, I guarantee I