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The sweet smell of seduction Prologue
Sicily, Italy The leaves fall from the trees determined by autumn, without any choice as to their fate. These are laws that command the natural order of things, and with human relationships it is not much different. There are situations that we can only follow the course, without choice, because what is at stake, is what matters and nothing else. “Are you sure you can trust this woman?”, Asks the apprehensive maid. “ That would be foolish, Selina. She's a greedy woman and she can change sides at any moment, depending on who pays more”, Still my eyes are following the falling leaves, and just like the tree, I have lost a lot with the coming of the seasons. First my mother and then my father. Lorena was right. Danger is always lurking and one hour or another, your turn will come in the roulette wheel of death. I am no longer the innocent little girl who could not see the black and white of reality. I am one of the biggest leaders of the mafia and I don't deny that being able to cont
The sweet smell of seduction New Beginnings
I always believed that walking through the streets of Paris was a kind of undeniable magic for the hearts most hardened by past hurts and that at each step a look would cross with yours, reminding you of the best feelings that could exist in your memories, no matter how distant they might be, they would still be reborn, then make you believe in a new beginning of happiness. However, I keep walking for more than two hours and everyone is hurrying and locked in their worlds. I am the only one looking out, because looking in means that it has been almost a year since she was taken from me. And not even the light of the Eiffel Tower with all its splendor can give me back the hope that everyone says they feel when they see it shining. It may be that my heart doesn't know how to contemplate so much peace, barred by my blood, where the legacy of anger, power, and revenge runs...
The sweet smell of seduction Ghosts from the past
Paris, presentMy cab stops in front of the main facade of a luxurious mansion very well guarded by a considerable number of guards and dogs that are on the alert at the slightest sign of smell or unknown movement.I don't dare get out of the car or approach it as the guests who are arriving endlessly do. At least the night would pay off and it wouldn't be long before I found out what would make me profit from the Parisian Elite. Because, deep down, the Mafia is nothing but business seasoned with a little fire and blood.But for now, all I could do was wait for my "signal" to enter the field. And he appeared in a beautiful emerald silk dress and shoes of the purest leather. Amelia manages to surprise more and more in her looks, possibly gifts from the man s
The sweet smell of seduction A cover
Paris, presentThe parade of guest cars lasted fifteen minutes, so I asked my taxi driver to park in an inconspicuous place near the main façade and decided to walk to the area that I assumed was a service area. Vans arrived unloading goods that were delivered to the employees and everyone, without exception, was searched and questioned about their identity. And as if this was not enough, I still had to deal with security cameras installed at strategic points, which would make an invasion without spilling a single drop of blood, an almost impossible option.An unforgiving scenario, that even without knowing this Jean, I can bet that he is a shrewd and suspicious man that I should keep well away from.Unfortunately, my Paris debut couldn't have started
The sweet smell of seduction The emerald dress
“Chloé? How did you do it?”Amelia's face looks a mixture of surprise and terror denoted by her hands instinctively reaching for her neck.“ How did I do it?”, My smile remains sarcastic.“You know, dear Amelia, sometimes I get the impression, or almost always, that I'm not fighting on your side, but against you”“What's that now, Francisca?”, She protests as she closes the door behind her with her heel, a pure fear that someone would overhear our conversation, “We are friends!
The sweet smell of seduction A man of the law
I turn the knob and push the door made of cherry wood, hard and heavy enough to need a little more effort to open. A kind of warning or a second chance for me to rethink my choice. However, once again, it is fate dictating the rules of the game. First, I hear the sound of someone walking in this direction and then a familiar voice. Amélia! So, indecision is overcome by the need for me to go inside and hide. I place myself listening with my ears glued to the door while my eyes peek through the lock. “ Marie, come to the main corridor, I need a favor and I can't go to the salon2, She uses her free hand to hold her cell phone and talk, as the other tries to hold the top of her dress so that she doesn't get half naked again. Her face is with an unfriendly expression and her pacing from side to side is commanded by her impatience and nervousness. She also lurks on all sides and uses her cell phone to call again, only this time, it would be a secret call. Her voice is low and I have
The sweet smell of seduction The CEO's arrival
I was supposed to go back to the kitchen, call it a night, and not give in to the temptation to pull this thread further and further. But, danger fascinates me and it remains to be seen to what extent this Adam Arnault would be my triumph against Amelia. With a bit of luck, he would go from being the target to my new toy that I would use to torture Amelia, or perhaps, in the end, both. It will all depend on how much she used my weakness as a mother to climb a miserable rung in life. So, nothing fairer than for me to use hers to get back on my feet in Paris with new schemes. And best of all, I would make my own rules. My intuition tells me that this was Amelia's plan with this man. However, it cannot be denied that there is some feeling on her part, still trapped in a possible youthful love that has never been reciprocated and has even become a laughingstock among the house maids. Poor my dear friend Amelia, better vanity than Love. An evil that should be uprooted with all the st
The sweet smell of seduction Spying
Leaving the Laurent mansion was as difficult as entering. I was searched and confronted with a gaze reserved especially for the poor. Because, to the security guards, all the mere mortals who set foot here tonight must have been born with a born tendency to steal and that one could never be indifferent to any object worth anything, when those who really move the world of crime wear a suit and tie or luxurious dresses, and not those who remove a mere candlestick that won't be missed.“ You are free to go, mademoiselle! “, He hands me my backpack and I remain indifferent without uttering a single word.It is not a good idea to exchange impressions with security guards. They have an excellent photographic memory just like the nos
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