The game of disobedience

When I discovered Lucas's betrayal, it felt like the ground beneath my feet vanished. Each cutting word echoed in my mind, piercing my heart like a sharp knife. Tears blurred my vision as the cruel reality settled in. Everything we thought we had, all the shared dreams, now seemed like just a fleeting illusion. I never thought I'd go through this; I was a good girl. I had privileges, but I also had a heart. One that was broken. I could have gone crying to Madrid, Paris, or even the Maldives. But I didn't want to. I wasn't that spoiled or bourgeois at this point. No. Anger bubbled inside me, a burning flame fueled by disappointment and pain. But amidst the whirlwind of emotions, a fierce determination took hold of me. I wouldn't allow Lucas and that woman to get away with their betrayal. No, I would make them feel the same pain I felt. I would have my revenge. With a fixed gaze on the horizon, I began to devise my plan. Dominic. Lucas's father. A powerful, influential, and irresistibly attractive man. He would be the linchpin in my revenge. I would use him to make Lucas pay for what he did to me. As I looked at the boxes, I kept my focus on Dominic Barette, the billionaire tycoon who would help me execute my revenge. "You must be crazy, Anny," I said, looking at the penthouse and knowing who my new neighbor was. I wasn't a woman who depended on men for anything. Coming from the influential Colin family, I had been raised in luxury and financial independence by my family. I never needed a man to support or protect me. I was already too privileged for that. Lucas, my ex-boyfriend, should have understood that. He was never my provider or my protector. In fact, he was just a part of my life, a part that was now crumbling before my eyes. It was two years. Two years wasted. I'm not a bad person; I'm just someone who wants revenge. My plan was clear: get close to Dominic. I already knew that he and Lucas didn't have a close relationship. Despite working in the same company, they could barely stand each other. The blame for this fell on Lucas, who told me he had embezzled company funds out of sheer irresponsibility. He was only twenty years old, but that spoke volumes about him, and I should have known he wouldn't honor things with me. It was like that with me. This situation created great tension between father and son, driving them further apart. And now, it would be an indescribable satisfaction to see the expression on Lucas's face when he found out I was with the man he admired and respected. For two years, I never met his father. He was unscrupulous. My mind was racing, going over every detail of the plan I had meticulously devised. I thought about how I would get his attention, but now here inside this apartment, with boxes and more boxes and a beautiful view of the park, it seems like an absurd plan. "Seducing an older man?" I murmured to myself as I watched the stacked boxes around me. "Goodness." My mother would scold me, and my father too, even though he trusted me. But deep down, I knew this was an opportunity I couldn't pass up. I grabbed my mug and adjusted my dress on my body, trying to regain my composure. I didn't have time for doubts or hesitations. It was time to act. I took a deep breath and headed to the door of the apartment next door. My heart was pounding out of rhythm, but I was determined to forge ahead. When I knocked on the door, I had to wait some time until, after two years, I could meet Dominic Barette. The door opened like in those movies; my heart jumped from the adrenaline. I had set this up. I knew he would be in his house. "Hello?" I had to catch my breath. Put the ideas in place. When I first saw Dominic, he was shirtless and sweaty, and I couldn't help but notice how the soft light of the late afternoon highlighted the contours of his athletic body. His well-defined muscles stood out against his tanned skin, and the sweat dripping down his forehead made him look even more virile. He was forty-six, but his sculpted face seemed to defy the passage of time itself. His features were firm and striking, with an expression that conveyed confidence and authority. His dark hair fell disheveled over his forehead, framing a pair of deep and intense eyes that seemed to read my soul. Dominic had a presence that commanded respect and admiration, and I couldn't help but recognize that my strategy to win him over would be much easier than I had imagined. He was handsome in a way that transcends mere physical appearance; he was the perfect combination of charm, sophistication, and masculinity. Upon noticing the surprise in my eyes, a smile played on Dominic's lips, revealing his natural confidence and self-awareness. I knew I had arrived at the right time, and that this encounter could be the beginning of something much more exciting than I had planned. "I just moved into the apartment next door. It's all a mess." "Welcome to the building miss." The cordiality had a great tone, and I wondered if he didn't recognize me. So it was true that he and his son didn't speak so openly. It would be more fun this way. My guardian angel told me to leave. But my horn insisted that I needed revenge. It was wounded ego. Lost love and hurt. A lot of hurt. Doing this wouldn't land me in jail. I thought it was better than killing Lucas. "I know it's not ideal, but I haven't unpacked everything yet. I really want some coffee." "Oh, sure." He insisted on taking the mug from my hand and leaving the door ajar as he went back inside. His gesture was kind, but the sensation of his fingers brushing against mine sent a shiver down my spine that I could barely disguise. Watching him walk away, I noticed the imposing figure and aura of confidence that surrounded him. Then I saw him from behind and the large lion. For a man in his forties, he had so much style. I couldn't help but notice part of the decor that I could see. It was rustic and had more neutral tones. The atmosphere of the place was cozy and elegant at the same time, reflecting the refined taste of its owner. Heavens, so that's where the man hid. That's where the man who kept Lucas up at night lived. I wondered what else lay behind those closed doors, beyond the aesthetic beauty of the decor. As I stood there, in front of the slightly open door, I felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through my body. This was just the beginning of a journey that promised to be full of surprises and intense emotions. I knew I was about to embark on an adventure that would change my life forever. "Here." He handed me the mug and then another small sachet of sugar, which made me smile. His eyes seemed to scan every detail of me now, from head to toe. "What's your name?" His voice was soft but carried an intensity that made me tremble slightly. "My name is Anny." I replied, raising my hand to greet him. His touch caused an electrifying sensation, a shiver running down my spine. And when he bent down and kissed my hand, a wave of heat spread throughout my body. So cordial and captivating, that I even laughed at the gesture naturally. "My name is Dominic, I live here." He replied with a charming smile, revealing perfectly aligned white teeth. His eyes had a natural and light sparkle, as if they hid fascinating secrets behind that calm surface. What kind of man was he? "I just moved out, an woman living alone always has a challenge." I shared a little about my recent move, feeling surprisingly comfortable in his presence. Dominic nodded understandingly, his expression showing genuine interest. "Completely understand. Living alone has its own advantages and challenges." "Pleasure to meet you, hope to see you around." I smiled, but not just a simple smile. The one that catches attention. "I'll be right next door." He didn't hold back the tone, this time I heard it with his husky and low voice. Heavens. This would be fun.