After Duarte realized that the van was already far enough away, he turned to the cemetery again and sighed wistfully. He entered the place following the already known path. Three times a month he made a point of going to his wife's grave in person and placing white roses, the late Nenzinha's favorite.He walked for a few minutes until he reached the last tomb under a tree. It was the only tomb impeccably clean and full of flowers. Even though he couldn't come in person more times a month, Duarte sent one of his employees every two days to clean the place where his beloved Nenzinha rested and flower the tomb, always leaving it as happy and beautiful as his late wife was when she was alive.He stopped in front of the tomb, listening only to the sound of rain.The umbrella was no longer necessary, he needed that rain to touch his body and wash his soul, or at least remove some of the dirt from it. He dropped it on the ground, now only having the flowers in his hands and the feeling of

What hurt him most was the fact that they had not only taken Nenzinha away from him, but also his right to be a father. She would never know if the child she was expecting was actually a boy or a girl. Would he have been born with the same honey-colored eyes as Nenzinha? It would be something that would only remain in the imagination.He later discovered that Reinaldo had set up that massacre in an attempt to take over his consumer market, although he had gone to hell after the former leader Lopes, he had never managed to take revenge for his wife's death, and he had even lost the sight of one of his eyes, as was the case. a punishment for his crimes.Exactly like a few years ago, Duarte had fallen to his knees on the ground, but it was the wet earth that was soiling his pants at the moment. The tears could not be seen, as they were mixed in with the raindrops that ran down his face. Their screams of anger and lamentations were drowned out by the thunder.-Forgive me, Nenzinha! If I c

“We have to choose two names Jonas, we don't know what our baby will be.Ketyellen had been beaming ever since Jonas had promised to temporarily step away from East Zone Complex business. Jonas had bought tickets to Paris where they would stay until the baby was born. In three days they would be on a plane to France, far from any crazy attempt by Meneses to get revenge for Jonas' decision.The red-haired woman was sitting comfortably in an armchair in Jonas's office, leafing through a magazine with the meaning of names, looking for one for the baby she was expecting. He spoke without pausing about the plans he had about the family they would build and planning the next child. Jonas just listened without saying anything. Sometimes he would mutter “Hmm...” or make a simple comment like: “Whatever you think is best is fine!”. He was also happy with the idea of becoming a father, but the worry that tormented his mind was stronger than this happiness.I was afraid of what could happen t

Night had fallen quickly. The Manaus sky was covered by a starry veil, the crescent moon was bright and white. In less than two days it would move to a new phase and would certainly be the attraction of the place, especially for couples who liked to exchange fiery kisses under the moonlight.However, it was another night of disagreements for Gabi and her security guard.“Aghhhhhhhh Don't bump into me you idiot, can't you see I'm all red!” Gabriela whimpers, screaming. Souza hadn't even touched the blonde, he had just passed her close enough for Gabriela to find the excuse to start arguing with him. –I'm all burned!The killer looked at her with a pouting face. He had warned her that this would happen, but she never listened to him. Gabriela was the most stubborn and bratty woman I had ever met. The worst of all was that the blonde never admitted she was wrong, even after the disasters.“I could at this point throw it in your face that I warned you this would happen, but honestly I

She covered her ears in a vain attempt not to hear the sounds of the gunshots. His body trembled against the wall. The blue eyes shed tears. His mouth was dry and he was constantly letting out sobs due to crying. Rosângela Moraes was nothing more than a ten-year-old girl who lived in hell surrounded by demons. How could an angel be born in the hottest hell?That was the question everyone in the Moraes house was asking themselves. If that family of murderers and unscrupulous people still had some salvation, if one of them could go to paradise, that hope was reflected solely in that little girl.The little girl looked up to get a better look at the owner of the shadow that was approaching her. The eyes that previously reflected fear calmed down when they saw him. The boy, around thirteen years old, stopped in front of his cousin and looked at her from head to toe as if he wanted to check that there wasn't even a scratch on the delicate little girl.“Marcel no! “little Zanza quickly g