"Yes, mother, I kept it so hidden that now I have to bring it to light. I wanted a little time because relationships take time, but oh well, now it's time to introduce her to the whole world." "In that case, I'll catch up. Today, I have all the time for you. I'm going out with my friends right now, and they'll all help me with the organization and everything since there's no time, my love." "I like that, mother," I give her a kiss on the cheek to say goodbye. "Don't hesitate to tell me the details," I wink at her, walk away from her, and before asking more questions, I leave. "Alfonso, take care of my son and make sure the lawyer doesn't have any tricks up his sleeve. I'm sure he'll try to find a way to trap us in the will, all to make us lose everything that belongs to us." "Understood, Mrs. Müller," Alfonso responds while nodding. My mother leaves the office with a smile from ear to ear. I don't like lying to her, but in this case, I couldn't avoid it. I resume walking, head t

Oh, I saw it already, without fear of success, I am heading towards it, even though my legs want to betray me. "I've taken the liberty of ordering a bottle of wine, I hope you don't mind," he stands up and, like a true gentleman, helps me get comfortable. "Here are our glasses." From what my eyes can see, he was waiting for me to open the bottle. With great curiosity, my eyes watched him as he poured the pale liquid into the crystal glass. "Why are you so calm?" "Excuse me, are we celebrating something?" God, how do I tell him that I don't drink, that I'm a little new to this alcohol thing? "Yes, first because I have a proposal for you, which is practically a surprise, and second because you resigned," he says as he directs the bottle towards my glass. It can't be, I knew this man would think my boss would accept my resignation quickly. I am paralyzed as he raises his glass high, waiting for me to join the toast. "I'm sorry, but no," finishing saying no, his face changed radica

What kind of strategies are these? Why doesn't he consult me about things? I want to know what the next step is because I can mess up and... God, he's supposed to tell me everything. I feel completely lost, I'm in a church, but the person marrying us is a lawyer, supposedly so that the priest can witness our love. There are so many lies that I can't keep up. +"Good afternoon," says the lawyer. "We are gathered here today to join in marriage Gisela and Adal," as the lawyer speaks, my body begins to shake. "Before reading the marriage certificate, I would like to say a few words to the couple and all present. First of all, congratulations on taking the big step of uniting your lives." If only the lawyer knew that all of this is a fraud, that there is no happiness or romance between us. "At this happy moment, we affirm before your loved ones that you have found in each other the person who completes you and with whom it is worth spending the rest of your days." That's something to tell

He is exaggerating, and it's clear to me that his image is important to him. He hasn't stopped talking about how he has built his impeccable image and that he won't allow it to crumble in a couple of seconds after what he has worked for years to achieve. "That's why I told you that you had to find someone of your own class." "And here we go again," he grits his teeth, puts down his fork on the table, "you have to agree with everything, remember it's for our own good." I relax my muscles. I can't be filled with tension and look for the bad in this contract. The CEO is right, he warned me about all of this."You're right." It bothers me to lower my head, but I have no other choice because he is right, "all for his image." "My intention is not to offend you, on the contrary, I'm looking for a way to help you for the moment when I'm working, and you're at home, you might even have an unexpected visitor. I know you can handle it, you proved it to me yesterday." He stands up and tells

"You have to come with me or make sure that woman leaves my life. I can't risk everything going to hell," I abruptly stand up from the couch. "We have to leave. The wedding documents are already in process and in the hands of that darn lawyer who's holding my inheritance hostage." "She's jealous, and I'm completely sure she'll try to ruin your life. But not everything is bad because she thinks you're in love," I tense up at the realization that everything he's saying makes sense. "Leave that bottle," I order. "It's time to go. I can't have Lucero in the house for too long. She's not a nanny to be chasing after ita'." "Not to be nosy, but I'd like to know what ita' means," he furrows his brow and I can't help but laugh. "I said it out loud, didn't I?" He nods. "It means Italian, and it's better to call her ita' instead of saying her name." I curse under my breath because I know he won't let me live it down. He'll say I gave a cute nickname to the girl who's my fake wife. I won't d