"Minerva Finn, come here right now!" A motherly voice called me from the kitchen.I went with some shyness, peeking through the door to see her, hands on her hips, waiting for me."Yes, Mom?" I asked, clutching my little dress with embarrassment.I tried not to look her in the eyes."Did you eat your father's cookies?" she approached and knelt down in front of me to be at my eye level."No," I looked away. My mom lifted my chin so that I met her emerald eyes."You're lying, young lady. I'm your mother; you can't lie to me.""How do you know I'm lying?" I pouted and crossed my arms, furrowing my eyebrows as much as I could.My mother laughed and picked me up, sitting in the kitchen chair with me on her lap. She uncrossed my arms and forced me to stop frowning."That's because you speak with your beautiful eyes," my mother lightly tapped the tip of my nose with her index finger while smiling."Then I want to stop doing it!" I pouted.My mother laughed again."Why?" she asked after a few

I waited to hear the front door of the house close.I closed my door and entered the bathroom to finish brushing my teeth.I changed into fresh clothes and approached Ethan to admire him sleeping once again. I wanted to wake him up and kiss him, but from the tired expression on his face, I couldn't bring myself to do it.It seemed like this morning "nap" was going to last a while, so I decided to go get something to eat.Knowing that my father probably hadn't left me anything prepared for breakfast, I went to the speakers in the living room and played some music at a moderate volume, knowing that Sleeping Beauty was upstairs.I focused on cooking something simple and quick—French toast with scrambled eggs.While cooking the meal, I got lost in the music playing downstairs.I closed my eyes from time to time and sang along in parts that didn't require reaching too high or too low notes, as I knew my house had enough glass to warn me that people who couldn't hit high notes weren't allow

Ethan reached the end of the stairs, and a girl in a suggestive dress greeted him. My blood boiled inside me, but I calmed down when I saw that he didn't pay her much attention.He approached some men in executive suits who were showing him some papers. Ethan was talking and talking with those men.Who were they? What the hell was he doing there, and why was he signing papers?I shook my head and pressed the elevator button, waiting for it to arrive. I couldn't stop glancing in Ethan's direction.He was leaning against a shiny metal railing and seemed pensive, watching people come and go. Every time he looked in my direction, I lowered my head as if I were searching for something in my bag.At that moment, I saw him take out his phone and dial a number. I wondered who he was calling. I tensed up as I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket.I took it out and saw that it was him calling me."Yes?" I tried to shrink in my spot to minimize the noise and avoid being discovered.The elevator wa

Ethan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and ran his hand through his hair, tousling it slightly.He opened his eyes again and nodded."I will tell you the whole truth, but not here," he said, looking at me intensely. "Do you trust me?"I stepped back, puzzled. Why was he asking me that now? Did I trust him? Did I? Pf, who was I trying to fool, of course, I did.I wanted him. I loved him, how could I not trust him?"Answer me, do you trust me?" he insisted, this time approaching me and gently taking me by the arms."Yes, Ethan. I trust you," I replied dryly.I felt like I was betraying myself by saying those words.A half-smile crossed his lips, and he took hold of my left arm. The elevator doors opened, and we stepped out.He led me to the right side of the floor. There were several offices, all with an elegant yet modern style. The floors and walls were cream-colored, and there were many people walking back and forth with papers in their hands.Phones were ringing like crazy. Etha

I've endured a lot since I was young. At the age of 7, I was in a car accident with my parents, and my mother didn't survive.I had the misfortune of not being liked for who I truly was during high school because I "had too much money," and I never had real friends, except for Amelia and Isabela. They were my friends since I was a child, and they are the only ones I've ever truly trusted.As I grew older, I experienced several heartbreaks, and they all hurt, but none hurt as much as Henry. I thought he was the love of my life, that we would even get married. Naive? Perhaps a bit.Then came Ethan... He changed my life.He came to protect me, my father knows why, but I never imagined I would fall in love with him, that he would become my obsession, my desire, the owner of my heart and body.All of that in just four months.I've always been someone who believes that crying in private is much better than running into someone else's arms for comfort. Whenever I needed to cry, I locked myse