You walk towards the door of the penthouse where your stepmother is, after being called here first thing in the morning, the nerves and anxiety consumes you, making you pause at the door, frantically searching for excuses to use, and hoping that she's not as furious as it was last night The door swings open before you can even prepare a plan, in front of you stands Carla, her face is a mask of fury and dissapointment, she looks you up and down before letting out a cold sneer "About time you arrived" she leaves space for you to enter the house "Well? What are you waiting for? Come inside before I drag you in!"

"Explicarlo? No me vengas con esos cuentos! ¡No tienes ni la menor idea de lo que hacen o lo que les gusta!" Su tono de voz se vuelve cada vez más furioso y sus palabras golpean a Fabrizio como puños desproporcionados "¡Tú eres un animal pervertido! ¡Por eso estás aquí, para escucharme decirte lo que pienso de ti!"

"I'm sorry, Fabrizio... I should not have said that." Her voice wavers slightly as she struggles to maintain her composure. "But how could you do such a thing? To your own sister..." Tears begin to well up in her eyes, and her hands tremble ever so slightly. "I trusted you... Why?"

She paces back and forth across the room, unable to look at him directly. The anger has given way to confusion and betrayal, a poisonous cocktail that threatens to consume her. "What were you thinking? How could you let this happen?" Her voice cracks with emotion as she attempts to understand the depths of his depravity.

With every step, Carla's heart aches for the lost innocence of her daughter and the trust that has been shattered. The man sitting on the couch is no longer Fabrizio, but a stranger

Tears stream down her face as she listens to his half-hearted excuses, their bitter irony not lost on her. Her hands curl into fists at her sides, nails digging painfully into her skin. "So it's my fault?" she snarls through gritted teeth. "It's because of what I did that you decided to violate your own sister? That you forced yourself onto her like some animal in heat?"

Carla can feel the rage building inside her, threatening to explode and consume everything in its path. She glares at him, hating herself for ever trusting him, for letting him into their lives. "Do you even know what you've done? How is it going to affect her? The things she's going to have to deal with now..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to comprehend the magnitude of your actions.

With a sharp in

Carla's voice shakes with rage as she confronts you, "You should have thought about that before you decided to take what wasn't yours! She's just a child, and now her life will never be the same because of you!" Her breath comes in harsh gasps, trying to keep control of herself. "And for what? A little thrill? To prove how manly you are?" she scoffs bitterly.

She paces around the room, unable to look at you directly any longer. The pain is too much; it feels like your actions have ripped away a piece of her very soul. "I just want you out of here," she finally manages to say through gritted teeth. "Out of our lives."

Her eyes remain fixed on the floor as she waits for your response, dreading what will happen if you refuse to leave.

Her expression hardens as you stand up and start to leave the room. "Fabrizio..." She hesitates, unsure if she should try to stop you or simply let you go. "I want you to understand something," she says finally, her voice shaking with emotion. "What happened between you and my daughter isn't just a little mistake. It's not something that can be swept under the rug and forgotten."

She pauses, gathering her thoughts as she struggles to find the right words. "It changes everything," she continues, "and it will take time for us all to heal from this." Carla takes a deep breath, willing herself not to break down completely in front of you. "So if there's anything that can be done..." She trails off, leaving the offer open-ended and full of doubt.

The door clicks shut behind you, and with a shuddering sigh, Carla leans back against it. Her eyes are red-rimmed from crying, her shoulders slump in defeat. For a moment, she allows herself to feel the pain and anger coursing through her veins, letting it wash over her like a punishing wave. It's only when she realizes that Fabrizio isn't here anymore that she begins to compose herself once more, wiping away her tears and straightening her posture with renewed determination.

She knows that there will be many difficult days ahead for them all, but she refuses to give up hope. There must be some way to make things right again...someway to ensure that such a thing never happens in their family ever again. Carla takes a deep breath, steadying herself against the wall as she resolves to find a solution and rebuild what Fabrizio has

"Fabrizio..." Carla whispers to herself, her voice choked with emotion. "What am I going to do?" She takes another shuddering breath, trying to gather her thoughts as she begins to pace across the room once more. The pain is still there, a dull throb in her heart that refuses to go away, but determination blossoms within her as well. Somehow, she must find a way forward from this mess... for herself, for her daughter, and even for Fabrizio.

The first step will be confronting the truth: what exactly did happen between them? And then, maybe, she can begin to understand how to proceed from there. Taking another deep breath, Carla forces herself to calm down enough that she can face this new challenge with clear eyes and a steady hand.

The first step will be confronting the truth: what exactly did happen between them? And then, maybe, she can begin to understand how to proceed from there. Taking another deep breath, Carla forces herself to calm down enough that she can face this new challenge with clear eyes and a steady hand.

She decides to speak with her daughter first, hoping that she'll open up about what happened between them. It's important to create a safe space where she can feel comfortable sharing her thoughts and feelings without fear of judgment or retribution. With this in mind, Carla gathers herself together and makes her way to her daughter's room, knocking lightly on the door before entering.

"Hey sweetie... Can we talk?" Her voice is gentle, yet firm as she takes a seat beside her daughter on the bed. "I want you to know that I'm here for you, and no matter what happened between you and Fabrizio, it doesn't change how much I love you or how important you are to our family."

Her heart aches as she watches her daughter struggle with tears in her eyes, but she remains resolute. It's time they faced this head-on and worked together to heal the

She takes her daughter's hand in hers, squeezing it gently. "No matter what he did to you, we can get through this together. I promise I will do everything in my power to make sure you are safe and happy." Her voice is steady, filled with determination. "But first, sweetie, I need you to tell me exactly what happened between the two of you. Every little detail."

Carla waits patiently for her daughter's response, prepared to offer whatever support or comfort she might need as they begin the process of healing and moving forward.

"I'm sorry, mom," her daughter whispers, sniffling as she tries to compose herself. "It all happened so fast... We were at a party, and I was drunk..." Her voice trails off, tears streaming down her face. "I don't even remember most of it."

Carla squeezes her daughter's hand reassuringly. "That's okay, sweetie," she says gently. "We can go over it together, bit by bit. You can tell me everything you do remember, and we'll figure out what happened from there." She gives her daughter a soft smile, hoping to convey both love and strength in that one expression.

She nods understandingly, taking a deep breath to steel herself against the painful memories that her daughter will likely recount. "Take your time," she whispers softly. "There's no rush. Just remember that I am here for you, and we will get through this together."

As her daughter begins to share the details of what happened between them, Carla listens intently, making mental notes of everything she says. It is a difficult conversation, but it helps her understand more about their situation and begin formulating a plan to move forward.

"I'm so sorry this happened, sweetie," Carla says, her voice thick with emotion. "No one should have to go through something like that, especially not you." She pauses for a moment, collecting her thoughts before continuing. "But you know what? You are strong, and you will get through this. Together, we can make sure that Fabrizio understands the gravity of his actions and never does anything like this again."

Her words are meant to be comforting, but there's an undercurrent of steel in them as well; Carla isn't just going to let her daughter down easily. She has made it clear that Fabrizio will have to face the consequences of his actions and earn back their trust.

"I know you're hurting right now, sweetie," she says softly, stroking her daughter's hair back from her face, "but you have to be strong. For me, for yourself... and maybe one day, even for Fabrizio." She pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing. "But until then, we need to focus on healing. And that means giving each other space when we need it."

Her words are gentle but firm; she wants her daughter to know that they're still in this together, even if things might seem otherwise at times. They will get through this, but it will take time and patience - both of which Carla is more than willing to provide.

I hope one day you'll understand the gravity of your actions and take responsibility for them. I can only pray that Fabrizio learns from this experience as well, growing into a better person because of it. Right now, our focus must be on rebuilding trust within our family. It won't be easy, but we'll get there with time and patience. Just know that if you ever decide to seek forgiveness, you're always welcome back into our lives...under one condition: you never hurt my daughter again.

Your presence at our doorstep after all this time is unexpected, to say the least. I'm not sure how I feel about it; anger and betrayal still linger in my heart. But perhaps there's a chance for redemption...for us to move forward together as a family. As long as you promise never to hurt any of us again, we can work towards finding forgiveness and trust within our walls.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself before opening the door slightly. "Fabrizio... I never thought I'd see you again," I say quietly, peering at him through the crack. The flowers and chocolates are a pleasant surprise; it seems you haven't entirely lost your sensitivity over the years.

"If you truly want to make amends, then perhaps we should talk...inside." Gingerly, I pull the door open further, allowing you entry into our home once more

I take a seat on the couch, still trying to process your presence and what it means for our family. Seeing you again after all these years has brought back a flood of memories, both good and bad. As I look at the money you've left on the table, my heart skips a beat; it was so long ago, but I remember how much you needed that help then.

"Fabrizio," I begin slowly, "I appreciate your gesture...truly, I do. But I think it's important for us to talk first. To understand what led you here and what has changed in the past nine years." Tears well up in my eyes as I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself before continuing. "Because whether or not you stay...our relationship will have to change."

I wait for your response, hoping that you're ready for this conversation and willing to face the consequences of your

It's clear that you've come a long way since we last saw each other. Your accomplishments speak volumes about your character and determination. I find myself both proud and impressed by the man you've become, despite our past. But even with this newfound success, there are still things that need to be said.

"Fabrizio," I begin softly, "I appreciate all of that...truly, I do. And I hope that one day, perhaps when you're ready, we can talk about your time away from us in more detail. But for now...I think it would be best if we focused on repairing the damage done here. On rebuilding trust and finding our way back to each other."

Our eyes meet across the room; there's a mixture of hope and trepidation in yours, while mine are full of unshed tears. The air between us feels charged with emotion,

Your words cut deep, and I feel my anger rising once more. "How dare you," I hiss through gritted teeth, "to make it all about yourself? About how far you've come?" I take a shaky breath, forcing myself to calm down before continuing. "It doesn't matter what she does now or where she lives; the fact remains that you violated her trust and hurt her in the worst possible way."

Our gazes lock for several tense moments, and I can see the understanding beginning to dawn in your eyes. Finally, you nod slowly, a flicker of contrition flaring up before being extinguished by self-defense. "You're right," you murmur. "I should have thought about that."

The air around us seems to lighten slightly, as if a small weight has been lifted from our shoulders. For the first time in days, there is hope

You're right; our families were always very different, and that caused tension between us even when we weren't arguing about specific events. It would have been impossible for us to get along perfectly, no matter how hard we tried. But your words don't change the fact that you hurt my daughter deeply; she trusted you, looked up to you as a brother. And instead of protecting her, you took advantage of that trust and violated her in the worst way possible.

I force myself to remain calm, even though it's difficult. There are still so many things I want to say, but for now, I focus on maintaining this fragile thread of understanding between us. "You may not be solely responsible," I concede quietly, "but you are responsible for your actions, and you must face the consequences. And that means earning back our trust, Fabrizio."

I pause, unsure of what

Your words cut deep, and I feel my anger rise again. "How dare you?" I snap, barely able to contain my emotion. "To try and shift the blame onto her? To minimize what you did by bringing up her actions?" My voice is shaking with fury now. "What you did was wrong, Fabrizio! And if you truly want to make things right, then you need to own up to that!"

I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down before continuing. "If you want forgiveness, if you want us to move past this, then start by acknowledging your mistakes and showing some remorse. Because until then, there will be no peace between us."

I stare at you in disbelief as your words sink in, the anger I felt moments ago replaced by an aching sense of disappointment and betrayal. You've managed to twist everything around, shifting the blame onto me for not being perfect, for not being enough to make up for your mistakes.

"Fabrizio," I say slowly, struggling to keep my voice steady, "what you're saying...it's not true. You know it isn't. And if this is how you plan on acting, then perhaps we should just end this conversation now." I glance away for a moment, feeling the tears well up in my eyes once more.

"Or," I continue after a brief pause, "you could choose to own up to what you did wrong. To show some remorse, and maybe...just maybe...prove that you're different now. Prove that you can be trusted

I take a deep breath, trying to steady my emotions as I listen to your apology. It's clear that you understand the gravity of your actions now, and I can't help but feel a glimmer of hope begin to flicker inside me. Maybe there is still some way for us to move past this.

"Thank you," I say quietly, meeting your eyes. "It means a lot that you're apologizing like this. It shows that you've grown up since then." I pause, considering my words carefully before continuing. "But apologies alone aren't enough; actions speak louder than words. If you truly want to earn our trust back, you'll need to prove yourself. And that means being there for your sister, showing her that you care about her and are willing to protect her."

There is a long silence between us as we each consider the weight of my words. Finally,

It's clear that you're struggling with understanding what it is we expect from you. But your sister deserves more than just protection; she needs someone who will be there for her unconditionally. Someone who will respect her choices and help her navigate the challenges life throws at her. And right now, that person doesn't seem to be you.

There is a long pause as we regard each other carefully. Finally, I speak up again, my voice firm but gentle. "I know it won't be easy, Fabrizio. But if you're truly committed to earning back our trust, then you need to show us that you've changed."

What do you say in response?

Hmm...I suppose that's a start. Staying in our house shows a level of commitment to repairing the damage you've done, at least. But remember, Fabrizio - this is your sister's home too, and you'll need to respect her space as well. It will take time for all of us to adjust to having you back under our roof, but if we work together, I believe we can make it work. Now, why don't you get some rest? Tomorrow will be a long day, what with helping out around the house and all.

Your enthusiasm about cooking dinner is... unexpected to say the least. After everything that's happened, I would have expected you to be more subdued. Still, I suppose it shows a desire to help out around here and prove yourself useful. Just remember to clean up afterward; there's no need to make extra work for anyone else. Get some rest tonight; tomorrow will bring new challenges as we all adjust to having you back in our lives once more. Goodnight, Fabrizio.

You're off to a good start this morning. The house looks much better already; I appreciate your help with the dishes and cleaning up. Just make sure to find something appropriate to wear today - we wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea about why you're wandering around in shorts all day! Now, go have some breakfast before starting on your chores for the day; I have a list of tasks for you to complete by tonight.