Victoria POV.What would be your greatest wish for your 18th birthday?For me turning 18 was one of the most anticipated dates, which would become the beginning of my new life, the beginning of being an independent adult.Before it became a nightmare.But let's not get ahead of ourselves, because to understand the suffering that afflicts my heart, you must know a little of my past and what led me to... Know him.My name is Victoria Miller and I am 18 years old. You could say I have a normal life, with two younger brothers who make me very angry, my mother who is a kindergarten teacher, and my father who works at the city's power plant as a technician.And although we are a fairly normal family these days, not standing out too much from the other neighbors and people around us; my family's background is a bit peculiar.My grandfather, Evian Miller, is known to be one of the most promising inventors of the last century. In his youth, to

Dominik POV.The trip in the car was silent, my parents were next to me in the same car, but none of them said a single word. As usual, even in silence, it's my mother who manages to keep the whole atmosphere in tension, it's amazing how even without having to say a word, she manages to keep my father and me in that bad state; I guess it's her greatest skill after all.Moving forward through the hectic late afternoon traffic, when there are many traffic jams, due to all the employees of the company buildings around the business area of this city leaving their jobs to go home. We finally manage to get out of the mess of the downtown streets and head along the main highway towards the northern area of the city, where the houses of the average families are located, in the suburbs, where the middle-class families live.As we slowly make our way into this area, out of the corner of my eye I can see my mother wrinkle her nose slightly in disdain. She doesn't usually c

Victoria POV.This all seemed like a bad nightmare. Lying on my bed, while hugging one of my pillows, I couldn't stop crying. How could this all have ended this way? I was supposed to have a nice dinner at home today, surrounded by the people I love, with my parents, my grandmother, and my siblings. But instead, I just have... A horrible obligation.So even denying myself to this truth, to what is happening to me, in my head I keep praying that this is just a bad dream, that from one moment to the next I will wake up in my bed, starting my birthday all over again, where I would just have to laugh at my silly dreams and have the 18th birthday I always wished for.But as I keep crying and the minutes go by, I don't wake up from this "nightmare".I don't know how much time passes, but after a very good while, soft knocks are heard at the door of my room. After leaving the meeting with those unknown people in my living room, I ran to my room, where I locked m

Dominik POV.Very attentive, I was going through some of the documents that were left for me this morning. They were not very important documents as work has been pretty quiet these past few weeks, however, I prefer to give them a look now that I have more time, because I don't want the work to pile up for me when it is already the deadline to send in the revisions.As usual, I review the documents that talk about the sales of the new drugs that we bring to the public with the pharmaceutical area of the company, something that was beginning to be worrying, because it generated losses, at least in these first two months since its launch. In my company it is not very common to see losses, we have very competent professionals, so everything we bring to the market has a good use for us, making us one of the most prosperous companies in recent years. But I personally believe that the pharmaceutical division of the company is our weakest part, as it does not generate good sa

Victoria POV.After leaving Dominik's office, I feel incredibly relieved, as if a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Closing the door by myself, I walk back to the elevator by which I had gotten here, remembering the way well. Lisa, Dominik's kind and beautiful receptionist offers to take me to the elevator, but I refuse, as I'm not so dumb as to not remember how to get there. So I just say goodbye and thank her for her kindness and help, continuing on my way to the elevator.My meeting with Dominik had been very quick, stupidly quick if I have to be honest. Since I had hoped that when we both met, we could talk at length about the matter of our engagement and what it entailed for us, but Dominik didn't seem interested, and ended the matter rather quickly as if he didn't care; which is irritating but reassuring at the same time.Reaching the elevator, I press the button to call it up to the floor I'm on, while still thinking about everything that happ