I blink a few times, finding the brightness strange. A sound similar to a whistle, it constantly sounds and pauses as if it were a device. My head hurts, but I force myself to wake up, noticing some beige armchairs in the corners of the white-walled room. I look at myself, seeing my arm stretched out on the bed with something connected to the vein, I follow my gaze until it begins and then I realize that I am taking a serum, and thus, I remember the nausea, the fight, the appearance, the cause of this consequence.A little dizzy, I sit on the bed. I rub my forehead and see the door open.— Celeste? — I see Damiano and apprehensively he comes to me. — God, are you crazy about making an effort? Lay down. — He says and holds me to make me follow his request, but I deny it.- I am fine.— Oh sure, it’s clear on your face. — We looked at each other and I let out a tired look, going back to bed.In a way, the relief when I lay down is very clear. I touch my throat, the act of speaking

I'm still drowsy when I return to my room after taking delivery from the bakery next to the building. As much as I slept, I can't say in detail that I slept as normal every night — perhaps I didn't sleep at all — ... but I also can't say that I didn't like it...As soon as I enter the room, I see Kaanadan's suit set already placed on the armchair in the corner of the room, which I assume as soon as he leaves the bathroom, he won't think much about getting dressed and going back to work. I head towards where he is, seeing him as soon as I approach the door, he is facing the mirror while shaving himself.Standing out in the black bathroom, he doesn't remove the full beard that shapes his face, he just trims the ends and, with the shaving machine, cleans some of the hair on the way to his neck. His bare torso having just gotten out of the shower and the towel wrapped around his hips makes him very attractive to the eyes. I must admit that looking at Kaanadan, even with his brutal struc

The car stopped in the middle of the lawn in front of the house. A two-story house, a cliché rich country house, with a super green lawn right at the entrance — with trees in each corner and plants beautifying each place —, dark varnished wood climbing the area, highlighting the white walls and rustic windows, different on the second floor, where they are made of glass.I leave quickly, without even a trace of tears and a wide smile to meet Gina. We hugged tightly, as if somehow she could protect me from my father, even though she didn't even know it.As we walked away, we looked at each other; your hands touching my face with a maternal touch.— Ah, Heaven... you are so beautiful. — He says, as if I had actually changed a lot during these months. — She's just pale.I shake my head, feeling Santiago's gaze from afar. —Bullshit, Gina. Back in Washington I barely got any sun... I think that affects my known color here.We laugh.- Good! —Say, we turn around. — We're waiting for yo

The surname Savoia not only carries a title of wealth, but also of rules, rules that are either our concern or our prison. One of them is: Keep the family always together in one home. And well, it was already brutally broken this morning.Gregório's car was heading to the beach house, far from ours, where my nightmare woke him up. The streets were lit only by streetlights and not a soul, other than ours, wandered here.I was still tormented, maybe that's why I didn't want to complain about that decision. But Dad will kill us when he wakes up and sees this.He will kill me for being so weak under my own background.As much as I deny it, I know the consequences of staying there. Everything in that house reminds me of the worst day of my life, the worst moment and the worst situation I witnessed when I still couldn't imagine what it was like to have blood on your own hands.I felt guilty.Everything was already present in my family field. I grew up with the image of a smiling mothe

The day dawned too quickly for me, I barely managed to sleep and soon I was up, ready for a meeting and soon inside one of the organization's cars, driven by Damiano.The city was already busy, people were walking calmly through last night's snowfall. I had never seen snow up close, today was the first time, but... I expected it to be a lively and happy meeting, nothing like now, tense and worried. As a new rain of snow began to fall calmly, I laid my head on the bench and took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a few seconds.— What will be the solution? — I heard Damiano ask quietly.The concern in his voice was so clear that I could feel the butterflies in my stomach becoming a thousand times more intense. My hands ring and my heart squeezes. In fact, I came determined to bring Kaanadan, but the reality is... I have no idea how to do this without having to risk my head on the gallows.— There's no... — I replied as quietly as your voice.Silence becomes present and we continue