Pleasure, my "fake" fiancée

So

wandered from one place to another, one day this house was mine, my mother's, there was a family in

father put another one in here in such a short time after her

d. - Yes, it's hers, we're going to pick up Isa and leave right away. - She smiled weakly, her relief in evidence, the blank black floor a b

nd red shades of satin, tied at the waist, walking down the steps of the staircase also in black and white, her hand running along the wooden banister, said excitedly, she ag

friend, who still didn't understand anything. - Ivone, where is my daughter? What's the fun of bringing her here after years of l

e, I didn't turn around to answer. - Busine

e my daughter in my arms, knowing Ivone so well, I assume she wants me to lose my balance, as I have lost it other times, but I wanted t

his woman refer to

e all the dominance in the world, I try to understand that. - Did you get

kicked me out of this family and I left, look, it's been years without setting foot in this

at filthy face of yours again, but your sister wants to see you, in fact, she has a proposition for you. - She argues between sighs, which irritat

a asks, making me regret that I ne

stion, while I deny it, I would love it to be a joke, a joke or a nightmare, but it's not, I'm a twin.- Can we talk about this l

the best things they have to give you. Did you ever tell her how you got

intain patience, which seems to be getting farther and farther away, this patience I have cultivated over the years, Ivone has a

- How come she's not here? - I ask in agony. - Where is my daughter, you wretch? - I feel the itch on my

e short yellow teeth. - Not being, do yo

just lift it up, making her stand up. - How come she's not here? I want to know where my daughter is. Bitch. - I shout, lifti

s sake, let go of Isa first. - I hear Fatima say, trying to take her out of my hands, I throw her down on the armchair with hatred boiling in her veins, I se

e, out of the house, said I'm no longer part of this family, disowned me, took his last name out of my life, told me to forget him as a

ng at the pictures, she looks at me once in a while, by the look in her eyes I know she is upset, with questions to ask. - It went out to the bank, we are trying to get a loan. - I smile weakly, since when do the Müllers n

tle pest has disturb

a white, white single bed, I see her lying on the bed, tears come down, I've never been so long away from my daughter, I approach the bed w

est, otherwise they give seizures because they get out of control, still in her school uniform lying on the bed without boots and cap, without blanket. I lay down on the bed beside him, without controlling my emotion, I hug him.- You don't

what I want. - I moisten my lips as I listen to her. - What do you want? - I regret asking this question as she appraises me with a smug look on her face that she

anting to

- I half laughed, although I didn't make any noise, only being crazy enough to do so, my laughter died when she pointed with her

d around searching, the light moving on the wall, my daughter s

, Isabella wanting to get out of my embrace, because she couldn't stand the clo

s by mother and father, only this nothing more, the woman without blood tie sleeping in bed is more sister than her.- You wouldn't have the guts! - I sai

o explain it to me a thousand times if she had to. Why all this? Why so much evil? Ivone is by

.

s, but I never imagined that with mine it would come to this, she already had what she wanted, all my inheritanc

e, German in complexion, his face with a scar running from a right eyebrow across his nose to his left cheek, gave me signs that he is a man o

ple life, with my daughter to protect her, to hug her and tell her that everything was going t