Episode 3

My mother's face lost all its natural color. She wasn't happy to know that she would be traveling with me to Italy.

I imagined she wanted to stay by my father's side and continue living the queen's life she leads now.

Even if she doesn't say anything, I know she blames me for what I did. She told me outside the bedroom. That it was hard for me to open my legs, close my eyes, and pretend I liked it.

For her, everything was that easy. Unfortunately, it isn't for me.

She clenched her fists tightly, cursing my father's order. Her blue eyes were fixed on the man in front of her.

They looked like two arrows assassinating the bodyguard.

"I can't go with her!" she exclaimed furiously, rebelling for the first time against one of my father's orders.

"These are Mr. Hugo's orders. Get on the plane right now," the bodyguard replied.

"Hugo's bastard son is about to be born. I can't leave and give that vixen a free path," my mother added furiously.

"What did you say, Mother?" I whispered, astonished.

Her attention turned to me.

"As you heard, dear daughter. Your father got a little girl your age pregnant. He will soon have the son he so desires."

It was to be expected, what I don't understand is why he waited so many years to look for his male son.

I can't deny that the news hit me like a bucket of cold water. With the arrival of that male child, I took a back seat.

If I had any hope left in my heart, this confirms that I am only an object of exchange.

I raised my chin proudly. I'm 23 years older than my brother. I will make everyone bow their heads before me.

I will become the woman they always wanted to see. The girl who was educated to become a complete woman. I will be more than everyone imagines.

"Let's go, Mom. The plane is waiting for us."

I turned my body around. I headed to the plane, escorted by several men.

"Paola, I can't go with you. We need to get rid of that bastard!"

I clenched my fists, turning to look at my mother. He was a baby! As innocent as I was.

Neither of us chose to be born in this pigsty. If we had known what awaited us, we would never have been born.

"Enough...!"

"Get on the plane. Don't defy your husband."

I kept walking until I got on the plane. My mother reluctantly did the same. After several hours of flight, we finally arrived in Italy.

Everything was so different from my country.

New language, new people, new beliefs. Everything would be new for me. As soon as we stepped out of the plane, we were greeted by a woman.

I didn't understand anything she was saying, I just watched her move her hands from side to side. That frustrates me, I took her hands, and said.

"Bring someone I can communicate with. I don't understand a damn thing you're saying."

The woman stares at me, releases my hands, taking a slight step back. She took out her cell phone and called, I don't know who.

They exchanged a few words, until she gave me the cell phone.

"Miss Gomez, I am your father's partner. The woman in front of you is Francesca. She has worked for me for 10 years."

"I'm glad to know that you and I speak the same language, Mr..."

"My employee says you haven't traveled alone. Who is the woman with you?"

I glanced at my mother out of the corner of my eye, and said.

"The maid. My father sent her to take care of me."

"He He, He, He." I heard a loud laugh on the other end of the line.

"You are good at telling jokes. I know well who the woman next to you is. Get in the van, my employee will bring you to the mansion."

After saying those words, he hangs up. The woman takes the cell phone from me and puts it inside her bag.

My mother and I got into another van, which is heavily escorted. Apparently my father's partner is a man of great power.

Throughout the journey, I only looked through the glass of the van window. It took about two hours to get to the mansion of my father's partner.

One of the men opens the back door of the van. My mother is the first to get out, she stretches her arms, adjusting every muscle in her body.

"Mrs. Gomez." A cold voice is heard coming from somewhere in the luxurious mansion.

She looked everywhere, without being able to see the man who spoke.

"Go to the living room. My wife is waiting for you."

The woman who picked us up at the airport, takes me by the arm and leads me inside the luxurious mansion.

"Let go of my daughter!"

"She can walk on her own." For the first time, I heard my mother interfere for me.

"Sono ordini del Boss... (These are the Boss's orders...)" the woman replied, and takes me to the living room.

Seated, like a queen, is a beautiful woman. Brown lips, tanned skin, she was dressed extremely elegantly, a classic dress, of those that I had not seen in years.

"Benvenuta... Mi chiamo Camila. Sono la moglie di Massimo."

...(Welcome... My name is Camila. I am Massimo's wife)...

I didn't understand what the hell this woman said. I see her extend her hand, and I do the same.

"My name is Paola Gomez. I have been sent from Mexico by my father."

"Paola, very beautiful name. I see that you don't understand Italian."

"I'm glad to know that you speak Spanish. That will make it easier to communicate." I expressed, releasing the woman's hand.

"Take a seat, my son will be here soon. He is the one who will take care of you." The woman took a seat, crossing her legs.

One of the maids entered leaving a cup of tea in front of us.

"Tea is served every morning before breakfast."

...Will it be lunch? I thought....

My mother takes the cup of tea and took a sip.

"Mmm, it's quite delicious. It has a different flavor. A unique flavor. Like mint, but with milk."