The Line Between Love and Revenge

emotions. I felt a shiver as I looked through the window of my room while tying my tie with trembling hands. I w

would leave you his shares." I knew the responsibilities that came with tha

he idea of being the partner of a CEO. Despite that, I still couldn't grasp the fact that I w

ic Lateral Sclerosis, which had caused irreversible cellular degeneration until her body could no longer withstand it. Now,

ed to stop by my parents' house, but a message from my moth

before her illness, she was always active in the family business and was known as "The Iron Lady." I had never seen her as a fragile

not someone to show my emotions, especially in public. I remained calm

me. I knew it was the perfect excuse for her not to feel obligated to be with me during this difficult time. I had alr

d clear my mind. I had avoided my parents' invitatio

ough my suit. Even though I was wearing an overcoat, I knew it wasn't the ideal time for a walk. The street

he facade of a restaurant. It looked familiar, so I searched my memory trying to recall any hint. The image of a woman with black hair and blue eyes came to me; I

t my watch; it was twenty minutes to one in the aftern

setti Restaurant. Do you have a

, miss. No, I do

th an apologetic ex

don't have a t

I replied, a b

utral colors, with tables perfectly arranged and chairs upholstered in cream and gold tones. The white tablecloths had blue and gold

there? What would I do if I saw her? Would she recognize me? Would I dare to speak to her? I felt nervous and ex

n the arm of Mr. Rasetti, so I suspected she was his daughter. Maybe I could call him and ask for a meeting to discuss business, giving

thoughts, and I looked up at t

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er had summoned us for ten. I wanted to arrive early; I felt anxious, my nerve

ve and pride in me. She made me feel like a teenager; I loved

lked to Ericka about her, without giving too many details. I liked seeing her jealous, but I had a

made me forget everything else around me. Since the day I saw her in th

for her? These were questions that tormented me, and I couldn't answer th

ew she had cried a lot over her mother-in-law's death. Since the day of the funeral, three days ago, I hadn't come to visit

ropose a private conversation with my father. We headed to his office, a spacio

im on a leather sofa - there's something I wa

me with inter

otels. I know we have good cuisine and catering service for the roo

ntively and gestured

e hotels. A quality restaurant, with a varied menu and a cozy atmo

urant in mind? - he asked, sh

clasped his h

now your grandmother will be leaving you her share

dow you, Dad. You are my mentor and my role

d I did the same. He shook my

assured me - I know you will be a good manag

, your trust is