AMELIAThe first face I see when I arrive at the hospital is Peter's, his expression is serious, full of something somber and mocking I've never seen in his face, so I walk past him and follow my mother, sitting in the seats opposite him. She was the one who called me and informed me about Aurora's situation. In any case, no one else has had the courtesy to inform me of my sister's health, although I understand that as a husband he is too overwhelmed to think about anything other than her well-being. his wife and child."How is she? I ask as soon as I'm close enough. Mom lifts her head and meets my eyes, her arms go around my neck without warning and I hold her tightly around the waist, responding to her hug."We still don't have news, your father went to try to talk to the doctor in charge. Her voice is shaky and I can see the tears in her eyes."How dare you bring him?" Peter's accusing voice cuts me off as it sends shivers through my body, taking me by surprise. I look in her direc

HENRICOI kept my distance for an entire month, waited patiently for Aurora to recover, and watched Amelia walk away in the meantime, as if she had a choice. I thought and thought, devoted all my time to making a deep assessment of my revenge plan and realized, with some reluctance, that I had deviated from the objective by bringing the newest Leal into the game.She is not a predator, but a dangerous distraction. And I need to put it all back together."Captain?" I say, hearing the man on the other end of the line chuckle excitedly."Don't tell me you miss me." he teases, causing me to pull my lips together in a tight smile. No, I was not. Leaving prison was like being reborn and given a second chance and I definitely, without a doubt, miss that place. However, I made contacts in jail that are needed here, like the Captain, for example. Juan Fernandez is a Peruvian, naturalized Brazilian and with a great sense of humor for someone who had a difficult childhood and the misfortune of h

Amelia LealI blink over and over, trying to digest what Mom just said. Her eyes stare at me warily and I need to take a few steps away to deal with the full load of the revelations she's just made."How long have you been together?" Her eyes fill with tears and her head starts to shake from side to side in denial."Please don't look at me like that. I don't deserve that judgmental look, Amelia. His words are tainted by tears, almost making them inaudible.I lower my head, unable to look into his eyes for more than three seconds.I didn't want to judge. I love her with all my strength, mom is my heroine and my mirror, but I can't deny that I'm stunned, full of prejudices."Just answer me, please." She sobs, no longer holding back the tears and my body shudders with guilt."It was at a conference a few months ago, you know how engaged I am in the social services that your father's party provides, but I do it out of love, because I feel like a better person helping others, I guarantee I

Henrico ZattaniThe girl is crying in my arms, keeping her lips closed and shivering like she's freezing cold. I pull her closer to my chest, keeping her warm and safe. I don't like the feeling I'm feeling right now, it refers to a protective instinct. I want to take care of her and dry her tears, when not so long ago I decided to keep my distance from her."Shhh…it's okay. No need to cry, honey." I kiss her black strands and run my hands down her back in a gentle caress, trying to soothe her.I don't know what were the reasons that brought her here, straight to the wolf's den. But I know she's not well and I want an explanation."You do not understand." he says, pulling away from me.I groan, hating the emptiness I feel when she leaves my arms.I change my expression quickly, adhering to an indifferent posture, and tilt my head to get a better look at her."Then explain it to me." I murmur. Her eyes stare at me with a different glow, they are red and puffy from crying and my chest ti

AMELIA His face carries an expression of lust, the big dark eyes urging me to wrong thoughts so intensely they stare at me. I landed in her lap minutes ago and there was no escape, I revealed what my mother said earlier today. I told him about her betrayal, but his reaction, contrary to what I imagined, was appeasing, he went to his mother's defense without hesitation. I should be running away from his touch, jumping away from his body and giving myself some dignity. He is my sister's fucking ex-husband after all. However, contrary to what my brain tells me to do, I move my hand to her face and slowly lower it to her bare back, finding the warm, soft skin. You are a bad girl. he had said. I don't agree with that, but I like to imagine that I can be one if I want to. I've always played by the rules, although I'm not entirely saintly and have committed some transgressions throughout my teens, however, I've never done anything too serious that would shock Daddy's voters. I always di