BONUS DAMIENI stopped before entering the balcony, just enjoying it. She looked even more beautiful against the classic Italian backdrop. Her hair took on bronze tones in the sunset and the exposed skin that slipped through her robe glowed, capturing my attention. To think that the woman sitting on the parapet with her eyes focused on the Italian landscape was my wife filled me with pride and relief. I tightened my fingers around the glass, silently thanking her for having me. I wouldn't risk losing her ever again. I would take care of her. My eyes went down to her abdomen with our little miracle that still had no sign. I would take care of them both.She wouldn't suffer any more, I would make sure that everything for her went full and happy. That's what she deserved after so much suffering. I made her my life from the moment we walked up the aisle on the island of Solstice and I would love her until the very end.Ellen raised the coffee cup next to her to her lips and her well-drawn
I jumped off the bus at the same time my heart seemed to leap out of my chest.Thirty minutes ago my cell phone had rung and Aunt Meiry had told me that my mother had been the victim of a stray bullet in a police operation in Complexo do Alemão, our community. I ran across the street and practically threw myself against the entrance doors of the hospital. I ran to the reception and almost tripped over my own legs. I made it to the bench panting:- Marta Souza. - I said to the receptionist.The blonde gave me a look full of contempt. I didn't blame her. It was quite likely that even I was looking at myself with disdain at that moment. I was wearing my usual waitress uniform and I certainly smelled greasy. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail and I could feel sweat beading at the roots of my hair. I was certainly not the kind of person who would walk into a hospital like that.- Operating room. - The girl took her blue eyes off the computer and stared at me for a few moments. - Second
- Come on, Ell. It'll be nice. - Ary insists while I prepare my brothers' breakfast. - What a boring thing to do, Ary. I said I can't. - I say angrily, asI spread the nearly expired, cheap bread slices with our last bit of Nutella. Well, from next month, we're officially embarking on the journey of chewing through plain bread slices.It had been a few months since I lost my mother and my life was in a mess, I had no energy or desire for anything, but I had to divide myself between working two jobs, being a mother to my siblings, putting food on the table and being well enough to support them, even though inside I was falling apart. On top of that, I still had to deal with the pressure of being sociable with my friends, who, ever since they found out about my routine, have been pestering me to do something to get me out of the sameness. -I’m not going to stop bothering you until you agree to go out with us to this event. - Answer me.- Have you heard yourself out loud? You're going
- Champagne, miss? - A blonde girl in a black uniform with a friendly smile offered me a glass.I smiled back at her before accepting her offer.- You're doing a great job... - I tried to read the small badge on her blouse. -Bruna. Thank you.The girl, who must have been around twenty-two like me, was surprised by my compliment, but then smiled.- You're very kind. - She returned my compliment and then left, leaving me alone once again.I sighed and looked back the way Arianna had come, hoping to see her, but I was disappointed. I then began to study the architecture of the hall carefully, while mentally comparing it to other classical works.Everything had been very well designed, I concluded. Who had been the architect?The decoration was impeccable and the crystal chandelier was the first to attract my attention. Soon after, my eyes caught sight of the tables decorated with crystal vases filled with roses of the most diverse colors. On them were also fine delicacies that I had neve
His blue eyes searched mine.- He lied about not knowing how to dance. - His fingers caressed my waist. - You seem to know very well what you're doing.I felt my face burn at having been discovered and looked away from him, returning to his collar. Damien laughed softly and his chest shook. - Is my appearance so astonishing, Miss Ellen? - He whispered and I felt the hairs of his stubble touch my face. His perfume was a fusion of notes unfamiliar to my sense of smell, but still undeniably overwhelming. - Or was it just impetuous nostalgia for his friends?Once again, his voice was full of smugness and irony. My tongue couldn't keep itself inside my mouth:- Do you consider irony to be a kind of charm?To my surprise, he let out another hoarse laugh. Then he pulled me closer, if that was possible. His hands made a bold path down my bare back. It sent a shiver through my entire body.- You always have an answer on the tip of your tongue, don't you? I like that. - I felt him brush his lips
His blue eyes locked on mine and he brought his mouth close to mine, brushing his lips across mine, and I almost gave in. I was burning up with all that game-playing, but I had to stay strong, they were different worlds, so no closer. Suddenly, the lights in the hall came back on and I remembered my situation. I was an imposter at his party. I didn't belong there. Damien and I didn't really suit each other. What's more, I wasn't enjoying my reactions at all, or noticing how I was losing control of the situation around him. That had never happened before, not even with Stephen.- I need to go. - I pushed him away from me and tried to leave the dance floor, but he stopped me with his fist:- I'm sorry, but I can't let you. - His voice sounded authoritative and his touch was possessive. What? What do you mean? And since when did he have any authority over me? Neither he nor any man would. I didn't want a man controlling me and telling me what to do, like that monster I once called father
- Mr. Mason, Miss. - A uniformed man greeted us and opened the car door. Damien made way for me to get in first. I nodded and slid into the other side of the car, hoping he would understand my subtle gesture, but he ignored it and sat down next to me. I felt nervous when I found myself in the car with Damien by my side. I ran my hands down my suddenly uncomfortable dress as I calculated how long it would take us to get to Ipanema. - And where does the beautiful lady live? - Damien asked me. His face was dangerously close to mine and his lips were pulled into a mischievous smile that I already recognized as his trademark. It took all my concentration to breathe: - In Ipanema. - I gave him the address. Damien finally moved away, giving me a bit of space, and relayed what I had said to the driver. Then he pressed a button and a black barrier went up in front of us, dividing the car and leaving the uniformed man out of my sight. - That's better. - He pulled me by the waist,
I was sure I had been there before. The narrow corridor with its unfinished walls, carved only in brick, was no stranger to me. I continued down it towards the dim, yellowish light that hung slightly in front of me. I stopped before reaching the door and observed what was going on inside the room, which I now recognized as a kitchen. A young woman and a man with a frowning face were at the table talking. I couldn't see the woman's face because she had her back to me, but her hunched posture and the slight trembling of her shoulders indicated that she wasn't very comfortable with the man. She seemed to be afraid of something.Suddenly the man stood up and abruptly pushed the chair over, causing it to fall to the floor with a thud:- I've had enough of your whining! I'll come in whenever I want because I'm the man of this house and I'm in charge of you. And right now I order you to shut your fucking mouth! - The man approached the woman with hatred in his eyes.- You can't keep spending