"Alec, please!" Evangeline knocks on the bathroom door repeatedly. "We are already late and I need to use the bathroom!” "I’ll be right out!” Evie snorts and walks back and forth, trying to fool her into going to the bathroom. A week had passed since Alec had left the mansion to share a room with Evangeline. Could he have taken any other room? Could have. But if this had happened, they would not have exchanged kisses and caresses all week, and would not be closer each day. On the first day, she tried tirelessly to get him to change his mind. Despite liking the idea of having him around and not needing to see Dominique’s face, Evie worried about Blake’s health condition, which apparently no one knew. But it was in vain. Alec was adamant and said he would only come home after he removed the stitches. That day has come and Alec is winding in the bathroom, trying to make them late and can only go the next day. He was literally ready and only his image was incarnated in the
"Wow... having money is really good." Felippa murmurs, abandoning the car. "This work is very advanced.” The houses would be made of wood and the whole structure was already assembled. "Yeah. I’m also surprised." Alec says, walking to the contractor. "I go there to talk to the building manager and I’ll be right back.” "And we’ll see if there’s any matches. Come on, Felps.” They go to the makeshift mailbox there and Evie takes all the mail. She goes one by one, looking for just one thing. "Here." murmurs, handing the other letters to his friend. "He sent another.” "Your father?” Evangeline just nods in the affirmative, already tearing the envelope. She keeps the dollar bills in her pocket and opens the pink paper. Dear daughter, Still no answers about you. If I hadn’t been so swamped with my work and afraid of the rejection you might have of me, I would have come to see you by now. I’d really like to know how you are, what you’ve been doing... are you already in
"Diamonds?" Alec looks up at his father, who was on the other side of the huge table. "Do you want to go into that business?” "I want you to get into this business. Alec... I don’t have any more...” Blake swallows it dry. Evangeline’s words, about him telling the family about his illness, kept spinning in his mind. And while I am absolutely clear that the redheaded girl was right, the head of the Castello family felt that it was not yet time to speak. He didn’t want to take the focus away from Alec, the new businesses that were to come. "Dad? Don’t have what?” "Time to waste. This drug and prostitution business is getting old. The siege is closing.” "And you think diamonds is the best thing to do at the moment? By the way, what do you want to do with it? Open a jewelry store?” "No." Blake opens the cigar box and takes one. "A contact of years, sold me a source of rough diamond. It’s a secret mine under an old hill. You just need to meet with the miners and exchange the di
Over seven hours later, Evangeline felt extremely exhausted from the trip. She left the plane feeling even more lost than before. I had no idea where to find your only suitcase. Before taking another lost step, she feels a touch on her shoulder. As he turned, he faced the man who had heard the conversation before boarding. "All right? You look lost.” "Yeah." She smiles embarrassed. "I’m new at this travel thing... I have no idea where to get the bag.” "Ah... come with me. I’ll get mine too.” Evangeline follows the unknown and arrives at the place where the bags leave. "You were on the same flight as me." he says, looking at Evangeline and the treadmill interspersed. "Are you from New York?” "I am. And I have to thank you. I overheard your conversation and through it, I found out where I had to go to catch my flight. Thank you!” "Really?" he asks, laughing. Evie says with her head. "Nothing then. By the way, I’m Mason.” "Evangeline." They share a simple handshake.
"Atkins? Look, this building has fifty floors and over a thousand rooms, but I’m pretty sure there’s no Samuel with that last name here.” "Ah..." Evangeline squeezes the paper that was still in her hand, against her chest. "That was the address I had, but... it may be wrong. Thank you!” Before Evangeline is able to escape and board the first flight back to New York, the receptionist calls her. "But there’s a Samuel here. He’s one of London’s most wanted lawyers. Samuel Ballard.’ Evie couldn’t remember what her father’s job was before he left her and Leah behind. But she was sure it was nothing grand like that. "I don’t think it’s him...” "Well, there’s only one way for you to find out." the receptionist types something into her computer and then hands a card to Evangeline. "Insert that card into that turnstile and you can go up. Mr. Ballard’s office is on the 30th floor.” "Are you sure?” "Go, little girl!” In a wave of courage, Evangeline smiles wide at the recepti
"Obviously I thought it was a mistake. It was the first thing I thought and told the doctor. When he told me that his mother’s name was Juliane, I started having a tachycardia. I felt like the whole floor was opening and swallowing me. As soon as I recovered, I asked to see Juliane. And it was her. Juliane had suffered a car accident and before going out, gave my phone to the doctors, saying that I was the father of the daughter she was pregnant. I wasn’t able to find any of her relatives and at her wake she only had the people she worked with. After a doctor’s orientation, a DNA test was done and found out what I already imagined. That baby, you, was really my daughter. After a few days and many exams, you were allowed to be taken home. And I took it. In the face and in the courage. For some unknown reason, Leah was sober that day. She looked down at me and joked, asking where I had taken that child. When I told her and she saw that I wasn’t kidding, Leah wanted to kill me. Litera
"Mason! Hi.” "So what?” Mason looks sideways at the table facing Evangeline. It took her a while to notice that he was offering to sit with her. "No, I’m not expecting anyone. Sit down.” After occupying the empty chair, Mason calls a waiter and makes a simple request. "Wine?" he asks Evangeline. "No, I don’t drink. Thank you.” "Excuse the rudeness, but is everything okay? Your skin is as white as snow and your face are red.” "Ah... I..." Evie runs her hand over her face and looks at her cell phone on the table. The screen saver photo, it was her playing the violin in the competition she won. "I forgot to bring my violin here and PMS brought my sadness.” "Violin? Do you play?” "Yes.” "Professionally?” "Oh, no." she laughs. "I have a scholarship, which I am sure I will lose as soon as I return to school.” "Fate is amazing, don’t you think?” Mason puts a shoulder on the table and faces Evangeline, leaning his face over his hand. "What do you mean?” "
"Castello?" Samuel frowns when he sees Alec there. He even lets go of Evangeline’s arm. "Ballard!? But what...” "Oh that’s cool. " Evie murmurs, smoothing the arm that was grabbed. "You know each other.” "Alec needed my help once.” "It is..." the mobster steps forward and reaches out to Samuel for a warm handshake. "He took me out of jail.” Evie stares at Alec. "Have you ever been arrested?” "I had drunk all that night and participated in a riot with unknown people. I deprecated a historic building and obviously was arrested. Samuel Ballard was the best lawyer in London.” "I remain.” Evangeline rolls her eyes, by her father’s pride. Alec notices, but continues his story. "He got me out of there the same day. And when I took over the family business, I hired him to take care of things around here. What he delivers with excellence!” "Too bad that’s not so in personal life." she grumbles to the ground, but loud enough for the two to listen. "And you?" Alec looks