"This is your space, Mr. Campbell." Helen pointed to a small room that served as an office, a modest but ideal place for her to keep her true identity hidden.
Angel (Fernando) looked at her in bewilderment. He longed that she had arrived at the wedding that way: strikingly beautiful. Now he understood why a marriage with her the object of envy would be.
"Thank you, miss. Can you remind me of your name, please?
"I'm Helen, sir. Helen Parker.
"Sit down, please." I want to know more about the manager of the place." Helen blushed at her boss's unexpected interest, but she obeyed.
"Thank you, sir. I can tell you that I am the person in charge of the finances and administration of this modest business. Believe it or not, it moves pretty well.
"Yes, that's why I bought it," he kept looking at her.
"Well, the old owners didn't plan to sell it. I was very surprised by their sudden decision, although they left happy and will not work here anymore.
"Yes, they needed to retire. How long have you been here, Miss Parker? Angel's eyes locked on Helen's.
"Four months and a little more, Mr. Campbell. Although it's been a short time, I've gotten acquainted with everyone around here. She answered, a bundle of nerves.
"Where are you from?" Are you married? Do you have a family? Her boss's questions stirred Helen's memories. She was now a completely different woman than she used to be, living in a small room and far from her past life in the palace as the daughter of a billionaire, with everything she could have wanted, and a marriage foiled by contract.
After an awkward silence of two minutes, Helen raised her head and repeated the story she was telling everyone.
"I'm from a nearby town, I lived with my parents, and no, I'm single. I haven't married yet, sir.
As he answered his boss's questioning, Angel had a million thoughts in his head. At that moment, he swore that he would make her fall in love and make her suffer, humiliate her just as she did by leaving him standing at the altar, and make her life miserable.
They talked comfortably for a few more minutes, and over the next few days a complicity was forged between them that was stirring Helen's heart. He concluded that he really liked his boss.
One morning, Helen arrived early at the supermarket and found her boss alone.
"You're too early, Helen," he said. She gave a little start at the sound of his voice and put her hand to her chest.
"You frightened me!" He exclaimed. "Yes, sir, I get up very early. I'm in charge of opening the place. People come to buy a lot in the morning.
"You should get some rest, Helen," Angel insisted worriedly.
"Sir, there's no one who can take my place, and besides, I like it here. I have no one to hang out with, and I live in a boarding house very close by; I'm almost isolated.
Angel stared at her, and she felt a little intimidated.
"How about we go out for coffee tonight?" I would like to get to know the town a little better. Also, I've rented a house near the supermarket, so no one expects me either.
Helen smiled shyly, feeling flattered by her handsome boss's proposal.
"All right, Mr. Campbell. That's fine with me. After the supermarket closes?
Angel helped her open the gates, and they both went in at the same time. Their gazes met with complicity, and their mouths were about to touch, but in a few seconds the other employees arrived, interrupting the romantic moment. However, the night was already close for them to go out together.
It was eight o'clock, and Helen moved her neck to relieve the tension. She ran her hand over it and complained of pain.
"Helen, are you ready?" Angel's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Oh, yes, sir. Give me a moment to close the box and I'll be with you.
"You don't have to. I've hired someone to help you with your duties. Tomorrow will be another day. For now, join me for coffee.
"But sir, forgive me for interrupting you, but the place doesn't allow you to pay more employees," Helen added worriedly.
"Don't worry about that. Let's go? Angel extended his arm, inviting her to hook up, and although embarrassed by the proposal, she did not refuse at any time.
They both walked out, exploring the charming streets of Villa Esperanza. They arrived at a café, where they sat across from each other.
"What would you like to drink, Helen?"
"A cappuccino would be nice, sir.
"Don't call me sir, please. Call me simply, Angel. We are contemporaries, and by calling me sir, you make me feel old.
"Excuse me, Angel. It's just that I have a lot of respect for the position we're in. You're the boss, and I'm just your employee. She replied blushing.
"You're not just an employee, Helen. You are a beautiful woman and, above all, very intelligent. How did you end up working in a supermarket?
A waiter took the order at that moment, avoiding the answer to Angel's question. Helen was collapsing with nerves, and her hands began to tremble.
"Helen, are you pale?" Feeling good? Angel asked, noticing her discomfort.
"Yes, sir, I'm fine. It's just that it feels so strange that a woman like me is going out to a place like this with someone like you.
"We're no different, Helen. Besides, I must confess something to you." Angel took a sip of his coffee and stared at her.
"Oh, yes?" What is it, Angel? Helen asked nervously. She was fascinated with her boss from the moment he arrived, but she didn't dare tell him anything. Now, he was letting out something completely unexpected.
"Helen, I think you're a very interesting woman, and I don't want to be bold or make you think I'm abusing my position, but I must confess that I like you.
Helen felt the world move beneath her feet. A strange shiver ran through her body, and she became paler than she already was. This feeling was completely reciprocal: she also liked Angel, and that was something she couldn't deny.
"Sir, I—" she hesitated to speak.
"I told you not to call me sir. Don't worry, Helen. I know this is a quick thing to do and, of course, very crazy, but I have to tell you, if you believe in love at first sight, I'm living that moment right now.
Helen looked at him smiling. Talking about love at first sight was like talking about his biggest fantasies and desires. Without further ado, he took Angel's hand and caressed it.
"Angel, I'm the one who doesn't want to abuse your position. From the moment I saw him, it was as if Cupid had instantly crushed me. I was also very captivated by it, I don't know if it's taste or what exactly, but I couldn't stop thinking about you."
At that moment, Angel walked up to her, grabbed her by the chin and kissed her. Helen closed her eyes as if she were living a dream, while he was thinking of the worst of revenge. The pride of losing the CEO job and the death of his grandfather poisoned his subconscious.
At that moment, the two in different ways, sealed what would be the beginning of a passionate, but strange relationship.
A Few Months Later "It hurts too much!" Helen cried out, feeling her hips begin to give way under the force of her contractions. The time had come—her daughter, Luciana, was ready to be born. With every minute, the pain grew more intense. "Hold on, honey! We're almost at the hospital. I still don’t understand that absurd idea of waiting until the very last minute to give birth," Fernando said, speeding through the crowded streets, his hands trembling and beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "Just drive! Please!" Helen screamed, her voice growing louder and more desperate. A few blocks ahead, Fernando parked his car in front of the hospital where their daughter was meant to be born. Helen got out of the passenger seat as best she could, while Fernando ran out to bring a wheelchair. He helped her sit down and led her inside. A group of doctors was already waiting—everything was prepared to welcome the new member of the family. "Fernando, I can't take it anymore! I need to push!
Santiago remained unconscious. There was no sign of improvement. The days went by, and although the situation was unbearably sad for Helen and Fernando, they still held on to the hope of seeing their little boy’s eyes one last time. But time wasn’t standing still. Inside Helen’s womb, a new life was growing—and with each passing day, it became more noticeable. At the very least, that brought some comfort to her aching soul. "Today we have the ultrasound to find out our baby’s sex," Helen said, pulling her hair back into a ponytail as she looked in the mirror. Fernando hugged her from behind, caressed her belly, gave her a sweet kiss on the neck, and looked at her reflection. "Yes, my love. I’m so excited to know if it’s a boy or girl. Do you have any feeling?" he asked, still watching her through the mirror. Helen placed her hands over his, and together they gently massaged her belly. "You look beautifully pregnant. Your eyes are brighter, and your cheeks are glowing." He turne
After everything that happened at the airport and giving his official statement, Fernando rushed to the hospital. His son had been admitted to the emergency room, and his presence was crucial. Although Helen was already with Santiago, she wasn’t strong enough to handle the situation on her own. When he arrived, their son had already been moved to intensive care. Although the kidnapping hadn’t lasted long, the trauma he had suffered, compounded by his already fragile health, had seriously complicated his condition. To such an extent that he had to be placed in an induced coma. Helen sat hugging the edge of the bed, consumed by a deep sadness. She knew the moment to say goodbye to one of her children was approaching, and it was tearing her apart. It was a feeling too difficult to explain, and she had no idea how to deal with it. Fernando approached silently, but she sensed his presence and lifted her head. When she saw him, as if needing to breathe again, she threw herself into his a
Fernando did everything Virginia had ordered him to do. He created access to the accounts and was ready to make her believe he would leave with her. He would do whatever it took to get his son back. Meanwhile, the police were preparing the largest operation to capture her. In her naïveté, she believed that simply having Santiago kidnapped meant she had complete control. “Fernando, my love, it’s too risky to be alone with that woman. I’m really nervous.” Helen sat beside him, watching him try to stay calm. “Helen, I need you now more than ever, my love. This is a decisive moment. As soon as Virginia calls and tells me how she’s going to hand over our son, you have to be on top of the medical team. While he’s been away from home, he hasn’t taken his medication. He needs urgent care.” Helen nodded, pale with nerves. “I’m terrified. I know our son is in the terminal stage and that he’s going to die anyway... but I don’t want that to happen in her arms. I wouldn’t be able to live with
It was the tenth call Helen had made to Fernando. It wasn’t normal for him to be taking so long with their little one—especially considering his medical condition. The less time he spent away from home, the better. “Fernando, answer!” Helen kept repeating to herself. She grabbed her bag and was ready to leave when, finally, he picked up. “My love, finally! What happened? Why weren’t you answering me?” On the other end of the line, Fernando was a mess. His nerves were shattered, and he was overwhelmed with anguish. “Honey,” he said softly, “we have a problem.” “What problem?” Helen felt like she might faint. “Santiago is gone. I left him with a nurse for a moment, and when I came back, he wasn’t there anymore.” Fernando’s voice cracked as tears began to fall. The moment Helen heard those words, a terrible pain took over her chest. She couldn’t even manage a whisper. “Helen, my love, please stay calm. The police are on their way.” “Fernando, I’m going there.” Helen hung up and r
Fernando hurried down the stairs of the mansion. In less than an hour, his son had an important appointment with a specialist—and they were running late. Chapter 67: Why Does Everything Have to Be This Way "Santiago, honey, are you ready yet?" he asked his little boy, who barely nodded. "Yes..." "Well, my love, then say goodbye to your mother, and we’ll leave." "Can she come with us? As always, Daddy?" the boy asked in a thin voice. "No, my love. She has to go to school today—it’s Jonathan’s report card day. She needs to be there. I’ll go alone with you." "Yes," Santiago replied again, his voice weak. Fernando hurried to the kitchen. Helen was preparing breakfast—she loved serving them. "My love, wait. Eat something before you go," Helen suggested. "No, honey, it’s completely impossible. We have just one hour to get to the hospital, but thank you. By the way, today you look more beautiful than ever." He pulled her by the waist and kissed her passionately. Then, lowering hims