A Resistance To Love

to the theater, cinema, and went out for dinner. She felt like she was living her fairy tale, and Julio was f

etina warned. Mikaella simpl

ybe you should get to know each other better. I'

elationship between the two would be totally unethical, especially for Leona, who was the most proper girl she had ever known. Her friend would never get involved with the professor, especially when that professor

iate, even if it wasn't the type of connection Betina had hoped for. Since they joined forces, the t

tely? Of course not! In fact, she hadn't allowed herself to trust for a long time because her previous relationships had been one disappointment after another, and many of her exes had betrayed her trust. Perhaps that's why, this time, she jus

rn to her gray cubicle in the city center. After all, her apartment rent wouldn't pay itself, and she had never been one to depend on anyone, even though she was the heiress of the Vergara Fortune. Her mother had left half of everything to her, and the other half to her brother. She wondered

d more, and she could have more. 'You can be anything you want, my little one.' That's what her mother used to say. Mikaella's life had always been based on her father's dreams for her. To study law at college when she actually loved literature, to have to read legal books when all she wanted was a romance, to wear a proper suit when she loved being free, wearing low-cut tops and red lipstick. After her mother's death, her dreams had gone dormant. She couldn't see any point in trying to achieve them when her mother couldn't see it. So, she followed her father's plans to the letter and abandoned her dreams. She had lived someone else's dreams for years, and now she was continuing to do so while her chest ached with emotion. She worked in a tiny cubicle in the city center, surrounded by work she didn't want to do. Everything was tediously fine until the day she met Julio in that café. He was a painter, handsome, seductive, and unemployed. But after all, he was a