My Enemy’s Daughter

AMÉLIA LEAL

The clarity wakes me up as soon as I lift my eyelids and move lazily on the bed, stretching my arms up and stretching my legs, a smile graces my lips when I feel my whole body aching, remembering that the culprit of this is beside me. I roll onto the opposite side of the bed from me still grinning and look for him, doing a quick scan of the room when I don’t find him sleeping.

I frown.

What the hell.

Where he is?

I look from side to side, going so far as to peek under the bed.

” Henrico ?” I call, knocking on the bathroom door that is inside the room.

Nothing.

No answer.

I snort, looking towards the window and realizing that it is open, when it was closed yesterday when we blacked out completely. He closed it himself.

Idiot.

I return to bed frustrated, imagining that he must have left the same way he came in yesterday when I was still napping, and I huff again, frustrated by his selfish decision. He could have warned, said goodbye, left a little note, at least. I pull up the pillow he’s been lying on all night and smell his scent, inhaling the scent that has had me so fascinated for nearly two months.

Henrico Zattani.

I smile, remembering the piercing, intense gaze that is his trademark. The black hair combed most of the time and the cocky little smile he always keeps in the corner of his mouth. I sigh involuntarily, something that also became commonplace after the man entered my life. I never imagined that I would look at my sister’s ex husband in this way, although I always found him handsome and felt affected by his presence, I ran away from him when we were in the same environment whenever possible, although I admired him from afar and accepted your help to learn to ride.

I frown, being invaded by memories of that time, I was only fifteen and had just been left to spend the holidays with a sister who did not want or accept me as part of her family. I was just a naive girl, but I knew I was being neglected and pushed aside even by Mom. At that time Dad was still a state senator and only aiming for the governor’s position, so he put all his attention on his campaign. When I arrived at the Zattani farm, I was surprised to discover that that beautiful place belonged to Aurora’s husband, but I bravely got out of the car, despite everything.

I lifted my nose and entered the big house with pride, pretending to be strong when in fact I just wanted to cry and kick, dial my mother’s number and beg for mercy, but two chickens caught my attention and made me relax immediately, it was the first time I saw the animal up close, I took one in my arms and the other escaped out of the house. I played with the painful one for long minutes until I was interrupted by him. The scowl on her face wasn’t lost on me and I realized in that moment that I wasn’t welcome on her farm, Aurora had already poisoned her husband against me. It was always like this.

I shake my head, shaking it from side to side, and get up from the bed again.

Do not. That’s the past and what we have now is what matters to me.

That’s it, Amelia. Focus on the present!

I am important to him, I know I am, despite the short time of involvement, we have a history and a past.

I look back to the window, feeling my chest tighten in anguish.

Where did you go, Henrico ?

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I lick my lips at the breakfast they made me, my stomach responds hungrily. I haven’t eaten anything since lunch yesterday and honestly, I don’t know how I got through the sex session with the arrogant asshole, but it was so good I didn’t care if I was weak, I gave it up willingly and I would this morning if the asshole hadn’t had me dropped without any explanation, I frown, ARROGANT ASSHOLE.

Screw this.

I break off a piece of chocolate carrot cake and help myself, pouring in some melon juice as a side. Fortunately there is no one else at the table to accompany me, I was afraid to deal with Peter and Aurora at breakfast, even more so because of what happened yesterday between him and me, and I had already decided to make my breakfast in the kitchen, but to my relief Ofélia informed that both left early today and I was able to relax.

My parents haven’t shown any signs of life since yesterday either and I’m getting pretty worried about Mom, according to Peter she left yesterday and in the state she was in, I wonder who she must have gone after, which makes me wonder if this has something to do with it. related to Dad’s disappearance. I sigh, weary from all the latest events, worried to the core.

Suddenly I feel the hunger pass and give way to a lurch, a horrible feeling in my stomach that makes me groan.

“Argh!” he blurts out, feeling the twinge linger.

“Girl, are you okay?” asks Ofelia, who I didn’t realize was nearby, concern glinting in her brown irises.

“Just a bad feeling.” I whisper, barely able to hide my pained grimace.

She clicks her tongue and puts both hands on her hips, like I don’t know what I’m talking about.

” That’s hunger, the girl hasn’t put anything in her stomach since yesterday. Empty bag doesn’t stand up, her parents are adults and they can sort it out. ” she says, making a very serious expression, as if she is giving me a hard time.

I open my mouth to retort, but the woman takes advantage, cuts a piece off my slice of cake and shoves it down my throat. I don’t have time to react, because she takes advantage once more and shoves another fork in my mouth.

The cake melts on my tongue and the chocolate taste makes me moan, but this time with satisfaction.

” Good?” Question.

I nod, unable to speak with so much cake in my mouth.

” Great, eat!” He makes a serious expression again and points with his index finger at the rest of the cake.

I don’t answer her, just keep nodding and chewing.

She leaves me alone seconds later and I start eating, slowly realizing the pain is gone.

Okay, maybe I was just hungry anyway. Crazy train.

I take one bite after another, taking advantage of the fact that I’m alone and escaping the etiquette protocol.

I’m on the second piece when the slam of the door makes me jump out of my chair, startled, I put my hand on my chest, startled by the unexpected noise.

” The mistress ” Ofélia kind of shouts, looking at me with wide eyes and I get up quickly, running to the entrance of the house.

Mom is in tears, crying clutching Dad’s arms as if he were her refuge, the scene makes me stop walking, my pulse quickens and worry invades me.

“What happened?” The question leaves my lips before I reach them and Dad’s eyes catch me.

His countenance is downcast, but he still maintains his mistress of the world posture. Her hands squeeze Mom even tighter against him.

“Your mother is not well, dear.” Her voice comes out sweeter than usual.

I walk over to them and tap her on the shoulder, searching her eyes.

” What happened?” I repeat the question, but this time directing it directly at her.

” Him. .. ” he starts, but gets lost in sobs and crying.

I frown, looking up at my parent, looking for answers on his bigot face.

” She found her friend dead, luckily I got there in time and got her out.” Her tone comes out a quarter thicker, hoarse, her mouth twisted in displeasure when she quoted that friend no matter how much she tried to sound natural, I noticed.

My eyes fall again to my progenitor, she is destroyed, her countenance lost and her eyes wet with unshed tears.

“He wasn’t my friend!” Screams in a burst, getting rid of dad.

He lets out a low breath, almost losing control at her statement, but manages to stop himself in time and shoots me a look.

Then it dawns on her, her incessant crying and the disgust visible on Dad’s face. They’re talking about the other one, Mom’s ex”fiance.

“Take care of your mother, I need to go back to the crime scene and give a statement.” He massages his temple, visibly tired and sighs heavily. “Damn it, the media will be all over it.” He mutters. Speaking to yourself.

My eyes go back to Mom and I hug her tightly, wrapping her in my arms.

“My love… Amelia, he’s soooorto.” He cries again, screaming out of control as I continue to hold her.

Dad in the eyes, straightens his suit and leaves, slamming the door hard.

Heavens!

Is Ezekiel really dead?

Like?

Does Henrico have any connection with this?

cover Mom’s body still dressed in the same clothes she got to her neck, I slide my fingers through the soft strands of her hair and kiss her on the cheek. Her breathing is in between gasps and her eyes are finally closed, indicating that she has entered a deep sleep. I sigh, watching her relaxed face.

I brought her to her room after Dad slammed the door and left us alone, she was out of control, crying and screaming the name of the man I never got to know. Her desperation disturbed me, I had never seen her lose control before and I didn’t know how to act, I had to give her a sleeping pill against her will and now I’m here, watching over her sleep. The more I look at him, the more images of the man come to my mind, I couldn’t contain my curiosity and I searched for his name on google, using only the information I had and after some frustrations, I finally found a report made with him some time ago , apparently the man was charitable and dedicated his career in medicine to helping those less fortunate, however, putting a face to the man didn’t feel good.

Do not.

All I can think of at this point is that he’s dead.

Dead.

I feel my arm hairs stand on end at the same time that a cold current attacks me, I hug myself looking to the sides, checking if the door and windows are closed, I frown when I realize that yes.

I shake my head, realizing the nonsense I’m starting to formulate in my head.

Do not.

It’s just the air conditioning, Amelia. Don’t think nonsense, the man is dead. I say to myself, getting up from the chair I’ve been sitting in all this time.