The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Karl's apartment, casting soft rays across the spacious living room. Karl, seated comfortably on his sofa, swiped through news articles on his tablet.His eyes fixated on a headline that bore the name 'CONFIRMED HEIR', penned by Marilza Peres. A smile tugged at Karl's lips, a rare display of satisfaction."Now all that's left is for my little one to reign with absolute power," he mused quietly to himself, leaning back as if to relish the moment. "Meanwhile, I remain in the shadows."His reverie was abruptly interrupted as he glanced up at the ceiling, brow furrowed in contemplation.******Upstairs, at Jonah's penthouse, morning routines unfolded with a casual elegance. Sheila and Jonah sat at the kitchen island, savoring breakfast.Sheila's tablet lay beside her plate, its screen reflecting a headline that captured her attention earlier.It was the same article written by Marilza, echoing Matthew's triumph."I think we overdid it a

Inside the cozy kitchen of the Cardoso family home, morning activities buzzed with energy. Cindy finished her breakfast while Zilda washed dishes at the sink, and Germano eagerly browsed news on his tablet."Here, Mom, my plate," Cindy said, handing her dish to Zilda."Aren't you running late for work, dear?" Zilda inquired with concern."A little. But I think Andrea will understand," Cindy replied confidently."Daughter, your article in Urbano has more views than Marilza Peres'!" Germano exclaimed excitedly.Cindy and Zilda exchanged victorious smiles.Cindy turned to her father. "Absolutely, Dad! I got the scoop and published the article first. I was at headquarters before anyone else, securing exclusivity.""Congratulations, dear. You're clearing your name and making me proud," Germano praised warmly."Thank you, Dad," Cindy said emotionally."And with your relationship with that great guy, Jackson, you're in a fantastic situation!" Germano added with pride."Especially now that yo

In the lobby of Golden Letters, Elaine and Nayla found themselves momentarily stunned by Nathan's sudden appearance.He strode towards them with an inscrutable expression, his presence commanding attention despite the early hour."Good morning, Mr. Gouveia," greeted Nayla, trying to maintain a professional demeanor.Nathan's response had a tone of cynicism. "I see I've lost the respect of my grandfather's employees, huh?"Elaine, never one to shy away from confrontation, immediately stepped in with furrowed brows. "Nathan, PLEASE! Don't start trouble the moment you set foot in the company. Who cares if no one sees you as the heir anymore?"Nayla, emboldened by Elaine's stance, added with a teasing smirk, "Exactly! Why do you still act like you're the big shot? Were you sleeping or in a coma yesterday?"Nathan's retort was swift and pointed. "No. I heard about my grandfather's decision firsthand. I was at the meeting."His explanation was interrupted by uncontrollable laughter from Ela

Inside Matthew's car, parked in the lot outside Golden Letters, Matthew shook his head disapprovingly as he started the engine."Mom, you deserve to be in a better situation..." Matthew muttered to himself, his thoughts lingering on Sheila's circumstances.He still thinks that Jonah and Sheila are taking too long to get married. Sheila lives with Jonah, cooks for him, sleeps with him...She lives like a married woman without the formality.Driving through the headquarters' parking lot, Matthew nodded in acknowledgment to the guards stationed at the checkpoint as he maneuvered his car.******Inside Golden Letters' lobby, tension simmered even before Matthew's arrival. Jackson approached Nathan with clear indignation evident in his demeanor.Elaine stood nearby, visibly nervous and trembling, finding reassurance in her friend's presence."Jackson, I'm so glad you're here!" Elaine exclaimed with relief upon seeing him.Nathan, however, interjected sharply, "What's this? Hey, big guy, do

Inside Siren Restaurant, the midday hum of chatter filled the air as Karl quietly enjoyed his lunch, discreetly observing a group of board members deep in conversation with Fabian across the room.Their voices carried enough for Karl to overhear snippets of their discussion."I'm confident that young Matthew Sterling will be a great leader," Fabian remarked with assurance. "He even had his ex-girlfriend conduct an interview. I posed for photos and everything!"Suspicion influenced the answer from one of the directors, "I hope we're not talking about Cindy Cardoso.""That's her," Fabian confirmed casually. "Hey, do you foresee any issues?"Another director chimed in with caution. "We just hope Young Mr. Sterling remembers who he's marrying."Karl felt a twinge of irritation at the lack of faith displayed by the older men.He considered rising to defend Matthew when his phone suddenly rang, shattering his thoughts.He answered quickly, anticipating the call from Golden Letters."Hello?"