Chapter Eight | The meeting

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Christian Aldini - Wednesday, January 1st

I observe the panoramic view of the city lit by thousands of lights. We had decided to go to Mexico for new year eve, to a pretty villa.

For new year's eve, the children and I used to watch old comedy films, play board games like monopoly, Emma always won more than her brother and finally admire the fireworks that had enlivened Madrid from our balcony while drinking delicious hot milk.

But this time, the presence of my in-laws changed our habits.

Angel insisted that we go on a trip just a day before new year's eve, which I generally would not have agreed to, I like my habits and planning everything in advance.

And above all, this house was my late husband's, we had spent so much time together, here, both of us. All this before our children were born.

"What's bothering you? "Stephen asks me. He came to join me with two glasses of scotch in hand.

"I don't feel comfortable in this house. "He hands me my glass and places it on the railing to observe the view.

"Hum…" he says before taking a sip of the drink.

"Like always, the only thing I can say to you is, turn the page. She's right you know, your children are not stable and you should remarry to have decent descendants to finally access the throne. You should do it here so your heir will grow up faster. " He says to me, rubbing his hands. "You've been letting others walk all over you for far too long, they despise you, and they think that they would make a better emperor than you. While this is false, look at what you have built all by yourself in a dimension unknown to you, a true empire that allows you and your children to protect themselves from danger. You must take responsibility as heir to the throne and rebuild the empire you loved so much." He looks at me straight in the eyes.

"You are my friend, and you have been for a very long time. I have always respected your choices and taken your advice into account, but now you are going too far. You cannot talk about my children in this way and tell me to remarry when you know that I have already tried and that was a failure. "I answer him coldly.

"But you don't understand anything, an immense and rich empire just waiting for you, thousands of conquests and a possibility of finding love again. But the only thing that interests you is chasing a ghost and running a business that you don't like, that doesn't bring you anything. He would have hated to see you in this state and you know it. " he says to me, frowning.

"You know very well that I am doing it for the safety of our children, they are all I have left. There is no question that I am putting them in danger for political purposes which will bring me nothing but problems and stress. "

"No, on the contrary and you know it, your brothers and sisters are impatiently awaiting your fall, if they saw you today, they would be jubilant with joy. You have to make an effort, take it upon yourself, you are not alone, we are here for you. We will always help you, but think of your people who are waiting for your return and not your visits which you make once a year. They want you as leader. Your father is too old, he needs to retire. "He places his hand on mine.

I remove my hand and turn around.

"In two days I will be going to France for a business trip, I do not want to hear any more about this subject, is that clear? "

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Kenny Jackson- Friday, January 3rd

In the end, I couldn't stay. I tried to take it upon myself for my brothers and sisters, so that we could all have a quiet and happy time as a 'family'.

But my mother and this house made me uncomfortable and I felt like I didn't belong.

I got on my flight 3 days after Christmas and came home.

I spent the rest of the holidays with my friends and Frida's family, getting ready for our trip to France, and trying hard to cheer myself up, while swearing that maybe next year will be better.

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I was in France some days later, Frida was really excited about our meeting with Aldini.

And for some unknown reason, I didn't feel good at all.

My stomach was sending me signals that something was off, the moment we got in front of the huge door, with the name. 'Aldini' on dit. Frida knocked on the door a couple of times.

"Hey, I don't feel so good. I think I might just let you go alo—"

"Ohhhh no. You are staying with me, you are not the only one who is stressed, I can barely breathe normally, so don't abandon me. "After that she knocks on the door.

"May I help you, madam?" a Young man opens the door.

"Yes, my friend and I have an appointment with Mr. Aldini. "She smiled nervously.

"Follow me. "And he opens the door for us to enter.

"Jesus, mother fucking christ. That is a damn huge house! " she screams and whispers at the same time.

"yeah… "

And she definitely is right, I never saw a house of this size nor beauty. The garden around it was also splendid with flowers and trees of different colors.

"God, I wish I had my material with me, it would have made beautiful photos ! "she whispers back to me.

"This way, please "says the man.

We walked into the gigantic garden, and finally got into the house. He opened the door of a room.

"Mister Aldini will meet you in the living room, here. "

"Thank you"She says to the man, before turning herself to admire the living room

"This room is definitely bigger than my house. How much money does he make? " I ask myself, while looking at the beautiful piano in the center of the room.

"A lot that is for sure. "I hear a deep voice responding to me.

Frida and I both turned at the same time.

When I saw him, I felt a wave of intense emotions rushing into my body. God, what is going on?

"Oh, hello M. Aldini. "Frida extends her hand, and shakes his hand.

I was about to do the same, but I felt his intense gaze on me. I didn't dare looking into his eyes.

"Good morning, mister Jackson and Mrs. I hope you had a safe trip. "he then shakes my hand, and I let go of his hand as soon as I feel an electricity shock from our contact.

"Yes, thank you." Frida thanks him and looks at me in a weird way. A what is going on look.

But when I looked into his eyes, I felt it. From the way he speaks, to the way my hand feels when I touch him. I am so overwhelmed by an unknown feeling, but I knew...

Fuck, I know this man.