Benjamin Dylon, a mysterious billionaire abandoned at the altar Antonela Bianchi whose name she only knows. Suffering the greatest love humiliation, she goes to a bar, meets a handsome man, and gives herself completely to him. When she wakes up the next day in a hotel bed, she realizes that she has committed madness. A few days later, Antonela discovers that she is pregnant and to make matters worse, she finally meets Benjamin, discovering that the man who abandoned her at the altar is the same man she met in the bar. Pregnant and alone, rejected by her own family, Antonela has no choice but to leave so that she can have that child in peace. Three years later, when her mother suddenly passes away, Antonela is forced to return to the city and meet Benjamin again. He is now her sister’s fiancé, and Antonela must hide the fact that he is the father of her child.
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Antonella Bianchi sat on a small stool at the counter of the most popular bar in town. In one gulp, she ordered a glass of brandy and drank it all. She wasn't concerned about still being dressed in her wedding gown, or about the city making her the major topic of conversation.
Not only that, but she ordered another round to push away the thoughts of that day. Antonella had accepted an arranged marriage with a man whose name she only knew. Although she didn’t know his background, she was excited. Benjamim was a wealthy man who would offer her a good future, and she eagerly anticipated the marriage, only to end up frustrated.
The church was packed, and the loud music filled the room, masking the inner turmoil Antonella felt when she received the news that the groom would no longer be there. At twenty-two years old, she saw her dreams of building a family and having children reduced to nothing. She left the church, and instead of locking herself in a room, she went to the bar.
There was no longer any perspective for her life from that point on. She had become a disappointment to her family. She wished she had the chance to meet Benjamim and make him pay for the disgrace he had brought to her life. Now it was too late; everything was ruined, and she only had to drink another drink and forget her problems, even if it was for one night.
“Is there some costume party in town that I don’t know about?” A male voice sounded in her ear, making Antonella roll her eyes. The last thing she needed that night was a joke about the way she was dressed.
She was so immersed in her concerns that she hadn’t noticed the man approaching. Turning her neck to look at him, she was already ready to respond with arrogance; she was forced to swallow her words. His gaze was deep, capable of laying bare her soul. But what really caught Antonella’s attention and left her fascinated was the beauty he possessed.
“A costume party would be the least of my issues,” she swallowed hard, smiling shyly. “Today was my wedding, but the d*mn groom left me at the altar.”
The man averted his gaze, and a smile tugged at his lips, but it soon disappeared. She got lost in his features. He was strong; she could see his muscles through the white dress shirt, which had its buttons open. His well-defined face and his eyes are intensely green.
“I’m truly sorry.” His words brought her back to reality.
“Don’t feel anything,” she replied, regaining her voice and looking away. “On second thought, it was a blessing not to have married that man. Imagine him arriving at the church, and I find out he’s ugly, full of quirks and vices.”
The man seemed amused by her words. He asked the bartender for a bottle of water, which Antonella found quite strange.
“Do you want to talk?” he asked as he opened the bottle and took a long gulp of water.
“I would rather not talk. Why would I tell a stranger that I was forced to marry a faceless man? And that, even though I’ve never seen him in my life, I’m suffering from being abandoned; God knows for what reason,” she grumbled. “Who wouldn’t want to marry Antonella Bianchi?”
Indeed, only a foolish man wouldn’t marry that woman. Antonella was a natural redhead. Her gray eyes contrasted with her delicate skin and the freckles on her face. Her full lips wrapped around the glass as she drank her tenth drink, making the man desire her.
“What are your thoughts on getting out of here? Maybe a walk could help clear your mind.” Antonella watched the man approach her, and his body touching hers caused involuntary shivers.
“That’s a great idea,” she sighed at the thought of being with that handsome man.
She got up excitedly, although she felt slightly dizzy from the strong drink she had consumed. She stumbled to the side when the man grabbed her by the waist. His touch was strong, and his perfume was seductive. Barefoot, she left the bar beside him. He didn’t let go of her for even a minute until he put her in his car.
If Antonella had been sober, she would have thought that being with a stranger was madness, but she was drunk, and that thought didn’t even cross her mind. She just let herself be led by him to a hotel, and his passionate kisses took away her every breath.
She only remembered him calling out the name of a woman who wasn’t her, but she didn’t care. When she woke up the next morning, she was alone, wrapped in a sheet, not fully remembering how she had ended up there.
She dressed slowly, feeling her head pound with an unbearable pain when her cell phone vibrated. She looked at the screen and identified the call. Not only that, but she answered but said nothing, just waiting for the voice on the other end to start talking nonstop.
“Where are you, Antonella?” She had the feeling she was listening through a loudspeaker: “Your mother has called my house a dozen times since what happened yesterday.”
“Don’t continue, Dominique,” she interrupted her best friend. “Just come pick me up at that hotel at the entrance of the city. I think I’ve done something crazy.”
“What did you do, Antonella?” Dominique asked anxiously.
“We’ll talk later; I promise I’ll tell you everything,” she said, remembering something else: “, and please bring painkillers. I have a terrible headache.”
It was clear that Dominique wanted to prolong the conversation and find out everything that was happening, but Antonella ended the call. She looked for her shoes but couldn’t find them anywhere. With little patience, she left the hotel dressed as a bride and barefoot. Her makeup was smeared, and her hair was disheveled. She stood in front of the building, just waiting for Dominique to pick her up.
Twenty minutes later, the 1993 Chevette pulled up. She got into the vehicle under the horrified gaze of her best friend.
“What are you doing at this hotel?” Dominique immediately rolled her eyes as random thoughts popped into her head: “Don’t tell me you…”
“Slept with a stranger after being abandoned at the altar by another stranger?” Dominique had a horrified expression on her face.
“That’s precisely what I did. But he was so handsome, my friend.”
“Are you telling me you slept with a man whose name you don’t even know?” Antonella remained silent.
“You must be joking, right?” “I would have slept with a stranger anyway,” she replied, messaging her endlessly aching head. “At least I saw the face of one of them. And he was the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life.”
Dominique took her back home, and as soon as Antonella arrived, her parents greeted her with disapproving looks. She knew she had gotten herself into yet another big problem.
Antonella left the factory under the watchful gaze of Alessia, who was observing her from the window. But Antonella didn’t notice; she focused solely on her mission to make Adam’s day happy, and nothing would interfere with her plans.She stopped at a children’s store and left with a toy car wrapped as a gift. She imagined how Adam would react to the surprise. It had been a long time since she had bought anything for her son or given him a fun moment like this.She returned home happy and full of expectations.Getting off the bus, she walked down the long dirt road when she saw Carmella running out of the house, holding Adam in her arms.It was as if time stood still around her, suspended and ceasing to exist. The gift she was holding fell from her hands, and Antonella’s eyes filled with tears.She ran toward Carmella, fearing the worst. She reached them, took Adam from her arms, and let the despair consume her emotions.
Antonella was looking through the fogged-up glass of the old factory when she saw Fabricio arrive with Alessia. Minutes earlier, she lost herself in her memories of hours ago when Benjamim kissed her and confessed that he wanted her close.She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. The taste of his kiss was still on her lips. His scent clung to her, making it impossible for her to stop thinking about him for even a second.If love had already been evident before, now it was impossible to avoid feeling something deeper for him.But the scene that followed made her thoughts scatter, and she focused on only one thing: What was Alessia doing at the factory?She quickly left the room, knowing it was a mistake to meet Alessia again just hours after their confrontation. Her head still hurt from the hair-pulling she had endured. She hurried down the iron stairs, hoping to catch sight of them, but by the time she got outside, it was too late.
Benjamin held Fred’s shoulders and looked into the young man’s face, which was covered in tears. Calmly, he sat Fred down in one chair in the office and called the secretary to handle the situation.She brought him a pitcher of water, but Fred refused to drink anything. He thought that soon Fred would become dehydrated because the tears kept flowing down his tired face.“I’m truly sorry for your loss,” he said, sitting in front of him, lacking the words to console the young man. “We tried to save her. Continue your life knowing you did your best.”Fred raised his eyes to him and imagined how much he owed that man. Benjamin not only got him out of prison but also paid all the medical expenses his mother needed to have a chance at survival.But it wasn’t enough. Now he wasn’t only unemployed, but he had also lost the reason he had fought for so many years.“The hospital laid me off,” h
Benjamim had waited longer than he should have for Enrico to arrive at the company. He was over an hour late for the appointment.Just as Benjamim began to believe the old man would fail to show, he saw Enrico walk through the door, clutching his worn-out hat in his hands while constantly wiping the sweat from his brow.It was evident from Enrico’s expression how much he dreaded this meeting. He stood several steps away, not daring to come any closer, and simply said,“I apologize for being late,” he said, gripping the worn brim of his hat and lowering his gaze. “I had to deal with a problem involving Alessia.”It should have been a routine conversation, or so Benjamim wished, but he knew that handling Alessia and her actions made everything far more complicated than it needed to be.“It’s about her that I want to talk,” he said, taking a step forward, causing Enrico to look up at once. “Have you seen today’s news?”Enrico felt a pang of anguish in his chest at the question. Of course
Enrico hung up the phone, and his eyes dropped back to the newspaper he was holding. From the moment he learned the truth, he had been silent—a rare occurrence—but he hadn’t said anything to Alessia, hadn’t yelled, and hadn’t taught her a lesson.That had certainly been his biggest mistake.It was true that she was in pain. Ridiculously in pain. Everything hurt, from her neck to her ankles. But that didn’t stop Alessia from contacting a journalist and using her last bit of strength to tell a lie that would permanently ruin Benjamim’s reputation.The pain would have been less if he had found out after the wedding, but the fact that he had abandoned her at the altar brought out the darkest side of Alessia. And she couldn’t bear the rejection.She had locked herself in her room from the moment Antonella had left. She knew that by now, everyone was aware of what she had done. Alessia just lay in bed, waiting for the bomb to explode on top of her.It didn’t take long. She heard footsteps c
Antonella had been waiting for Benjamim to say something after the kiss, but it seemed like he wanted to leave her confused and unsettled. He nodded slightly, walked to the car, opened the door, sat behind the wheel, and quickly drove off.He couldn’t explain to himself why he had left like that. His eyes were focused on the road, but his mind was distracted by the memories of what had just happened.His silence wasn’t meant to punish Antonella, but rather to help him sort through his feelings. Loving a woman was something new to him, and he hadn’t yet learned how to handle it.He should have gone to the office, but instead, he decided to stop by his house, pack his things, and leave his old home. He would leave everything to Carlota, even though he was the one who had bought the house with his money.Not only that, but he couldn’t bear hearing her say she owned everything and that he owed her any favor or gratitude. Benjamim would free himself from Carlota’s manipulations and would n
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