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I was hooked.
((~~!~~))
All this introspection had made me thirsty, and I got
up silently to get some water.
With my drink in hand, instead of
returning to bed, I ended up on the balcony of Ethan's penthouse. It was a full
moon, and the view was simply magnificent. Being on the top floor of the
building, I had the bridge and the city at my feet. I couldn't hear any noise,
and pondered if I truly belonged here. I prayed the answer would come to me.
I don't know how much time passed. The
Sydney Harbour Bridge entranced me. It was majestic. Looking at it, I thought I
could almost touch it. I felt at peace. I was home. Could I live here and be
happy? I hoped so. I simply couldn't face the alternative. Losing Ethan was not
an option.
As I was about to turn from the view
to go inside, Ethan arms enveloped me, holding me tight against him
and the railing.
I leaned against his chest, sighed
softly and said, “ E? ” “ Yes, baby? ” he murmured in my ear, then kissing my
shoulder blade, “ I'll cancel the trip. I'll marry you. ” I said, praying it was the right
decision.
He touched my wrist, swirling me around in
his arms, and looking at me, eyes glowing, said in a low, husky voice, “ Let ’ s celebrate … I know just the way …”
CHAPTER
9
Fuck them
all!
Julian
December 2 nd , 2000. Darling Point.
Sydney, Australia.
He slammed the door and headed for his Mercedes. He's
had enough!
Fuck it! Fuck her! Fuck this Goddamn
country!
Why, oh why, did he think it would be any
different this time around?
I'm 33 years-old, for fuck's sake.
Does she really think she can boss me around?!
Fuck!
He truly had a love - hate relationship
with Australia. And it all came down to his mother.
It was his home, but every time he was
here, he felt like he couldn't be himself, he couldn't breathe.
Born and raised in Sydney, Julian was the
typical prodigal son, the first and only son of Peter McCarty and Lady McCarty.
All hopes and expectations resting on his
shoulders.
Some would consider this hazard of life as
a blessing. For him it was a curse!
His late Grandfather Michael McCarty had
been the heir of an industrial empire back in the old country and moved to
Australia with his young wife Sally in the hope of expending the family fortune
in this new territory. It was the late 40's, the country was on an economic
boom and every hope Michael had was fulfilled. His marital union only
produced one child, Peter, but it was enough to uphold the family name and
ensure descendants for the McCarty clan.
Peter was a shy child, always engrossed in
his books, with little interest for the business, but as his growing years went
by, with the best education and social circles money could provide, he
developed a keen interest in politics, and by the age of 22 years-old became
the youngest elected member of the legislature.
His father, getting old, made him aware of
his only wish for the future: see his son get married, and produce children
before he reached the grave.
Being of a shy and somewhat introverted
nature, Peter didn't have a clue as to which woman would meet his father's
demands, but he was resolute in finding her.
As fate would have it, one of his
political mentors, George O'Brady had a daughter of
marrying age. He introduced him to Helen, and Peter was smitten at first sight.
Helen who had had her social introduction
in the previous year and had yet to find a potential husband, saw her chance,
and decided she would become his wife.
Peter was a sweet, tempered, charming man,
and he was a McCarty, which meant she could and would become the socialite she
always wanted to be.
Being the daughter of a politician, she was
savvy and used to a certain lifestyle, but she knew being Peter's wife would
give her access to unlimited funds and increase her social profile to a new
level. Of course, she would support any political ambition Peter had, but
being his wife
I was hooked.
((~~!~~))
All this introspection had made me thirsty, and I got
up silently to get some water.
With my drink in hand, instead of
returning to bed, I ended up on the balcony of Ethan's penthouse. It was a full
moon, and the view was simply magnificent. Being on the top floor of the
building, I had the bridge and the city at my feet. I couldn't hear any noise,
and pondered if I truly belonged here. I prayed the answer would come to me.
I don't know how much time passed. The
Sydney Harbour Bridge entranced me. It was majestic. Looking at it, I thought I
could almost touch it. I felt at peace. I was home. Could I live here and be
happy? I hoped so. I simply couldn't face the alternative. Losing Ethan was not
an option.
As I was about to turn from the view
to go inside, Ethan arms enveloped me, holding me tight against him
and the railing.
I leaned against his chest, sighed
softly and said, “ E? ” “ Yes, baby? ” he murmured in my ear, then kissing my
shoulder blade, “ I'll cancel the trip. I'll marry you. ” I said, praying it was the right
decision.
He touched my wrist, swirling me around in
his arms, and looking at me, eyes glowing, said in a low, husky voice, “ Let ’ s celebrate … I know just the way …”
CHAPTER
9
Fuck them
all!
Julian
December 2 nd , 2000. Darling Point.
Sydney, Australia.
He slammed the door and headed for his Mercedes. He's
had enough!
Fuck it! Fuck her! Fuck this Goddamn
country!
Why, oh why, did he think it would be any
different this time around?
I'm 33 years-old, for fuck's sake.
Does she really think she can boss me around?!
Fuck!
He truly had a love - hate relationship
with Australia. And it all came down to his mother.
It was his home, but every time he was
here, he felt like he couldn't be himself, he couldn't breathe.
Born and raised in Sydney, Julian was the
typical prodigal son, the first and only son of Peter McCarty and Lady McCarty.
All hopes and expectations resting on his
shoulders.
Some would consider this hazard of life as
a blessing. For him it was a curse!
His late Grandfather Michael McCarty had
been the heir of an industrial empire back in the old country and moved to
Australia with his young wife Sally in the hope of expending the family fortune
in this new territory. It was the late 40's, the country was on an economic
boom and every hope Michael had was fulfilled. His marital union only
produced one child, Peter, but it was enough to uphold the family name and
ensure descendants for the McCarty clan.
Peter was a shy child, always engrossed in
his books, with little interest for the business, but as his growing years went
by, with the best education and social circles money could provide, he
developed a keen interest in politics, and by the age of 22 years-old became
the youngest elected member of the legislature.
His father, getting old, made him aware of
his only wish for the future: see his son get married, and produce children
before he reached the grave.
Being of a shy and somewhat introverted
nature, Peter didn't have a clue as to which woman would meet his father's
demands, but he was resolute in finding her.
As fate would have it, one of his
political mentors, George O'Brady had a daughter of
marrying age. He introduced him to Helen, and Peter was smitten at first sight.
Helen who had had her social introduction
in the previous year and had yet to find a potential husband, saw her chance,
and decided she would become his wife.
Peter was a sweet, tempered, charming man,
and he was a McCarty, which meant she could and would become the socialite she
always wanted to be.
Being the daughter of a politician, she was
savvy and used to a certain lifestyle, but she knew being Peter's wife would
give her access to unlimited funds and increase her social profile to a new
level. Of course, she would support any political ambition Peter had, but
being his wife
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