Adrian Aranda (Forbidden Passion)
The Aranda mansion was not a home, it was a mausoleum of marble and silence. At twenty-seven years old, I moved through its corridors like another piece of art, bought to decorate Julián's life. He, at fifty-four, was not looking for a companion, but rather a possession that would validate his success. My economic stability was sealed with a diamond ring, but my will was asleep between silk sheets and formal dinners where love was not part of the menu. Everything was going in that icy order until he arrived. Adrián, Julián's eldest son, returned from abroad without prior notice. He was the same age as me, but he carried an energy that threatened to set the rigid structure of the house on fire. At first, ours was an exercise in forced diplomacy. There was a distant, almost choreographed respect; We treated each other with the courtesy that is due to a stranger who now takes your mother's place, and he, with the insolence of someone who knows that I do not belong to that world.
About Adrian Aranda (Forbidden Passion)
The Aranda mansion was not a home, it was a mausoleum of marble and silence. At twenty-seven years old, I moved through its corridors like another piece of art, bought to decorate Julián's life. He, at fifty-four, was not looking for a companion, but rather a possession that would validate his success. My economic stability was sealed with a dia...Read more