At Vasconcelos Company, Gilson’s office door creaked open, handled carefully by Gilson, who clearly had no intention of risking the glass shattering again.His stern demeanor was a sharp contrast to the grim expressions of Claudia and Katrina as they entered.Katrina’s left hand was wrapped in a bandage — a reminder of the injury she’d sustained when she smashed her bedroom mirror.“You checked that hand properly?” Gilson’s tone was severe, his eyes narrowing on Katrina.Katrina glanced at Claudia, seeking solidarity before responding. “The butler took care of it for me. It doesn’t hurt or bleed anymore.”Gilson folded his arms, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “No, what’s bleeding is my heart!”Claudia’s patience snapped. “Oh, stop it, man. Melodrama is our prerogative, not yours.”“I’ll do whatever I damn well please!” Gilson barked back.The sharpness in his voice caused Claudia and Katrina to clasp hands instinctively, unsettled by his mood.“Here’s the deal,” Gilson continued, his

The dimly lit Red Light nightclub buzzed with its usual clandestine and controversial activity.Dancers performed mechanically on stage, their faces betraying a bleak resignation as they anticipated what awaited them once the music stopped.Patrons crowded near the stage, their depraved grins betraying their eagerness to pounce like ravenous piranhas when the performance ended.In a shadowy corridor, Adrian emerged with one of the waitresses.This particular woman seemed anything but unhappy — her expression was one of delight, and her body language exuded satisfaction. Adrian's lean, gym-toned physique had evidently impressed her enough to endure the hours of debauchery he'd subjected her to in the back rooms of the club.Still buttoning his shirt, Adrian walked with the waitress draped on his arm, her hand running over his sculpted chest as she leaned into his shoulder.From the bar, Anthony observed his son’s escapades with a proud smile. This was precisely what he wanted.Celia co

A sunny day welcomed the city of Braspolis, with the city activities capturing its peaceful awakening.In the quiet suburb, the Ferro House stood gracefully. Outside, a gardener tended to the azalea beds, meticulously pruning the bushes under the early morning light.Inside the Ferro House, in the master suite, Mark and Briana stirred awake.Wrapped in each other’s arms, Briana snuggled closer to her husband, a serene smile lighting her face. Mark’s broad, muscular chest served as her sanctuary.Suddenly, the alarm blared. Briana groaned, reaching out to silence it, while Mark rubbed his eyes, his expression a mix of sleepiness and reluctance.“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Briana said, her voice still soft from sleep.Mark chuckled, “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”Briana stretched, her camisole shifting slightly as she sat up. “I may be beautiful, but I’m no longer asleep. We’ve got a full day ahead.”Mark swung his legs off the bed, his eyes scanning the floor for his underwear. Not s

Mark slammed the door open to his office at Glamour, only to freeze in shock.Gilson was seated comfortably at his desk, a smug expression plastered across his face.“What on Earth are you doing here, old man?” Mark demanded, his tone sharp and impatient.Gilson rose slowly, his movements burning with sarcasm. “We need to have an honest conversation, my friend.”Mark wasn’t having it. “Listen here, the divorce between James and Katrina is none of my business, so—”“None of your business?” Gilson interrupted, his tone incredulous. “Then how do you know James asked for a divorce?”Mark sighed, closing the door and muttering a silent prayer. Lord, please let Briana still be at her gynecologist appointment...“I’m waiting, you fool!” Gilson barked.“Fine!” Mark snapped. “I spoke to James.”Gilson’s disbelief turned into anger. “How is that possible? You two hated each other!”Mark crossed his arms. “‘Hated.’ Past tense. We called a truce. I helped him get out of jail.”Gilson laughed bitt

Viviana pushed the coffee cart with unnecessary force into Briana’s office, her face contorted in irritation. As she passed Luana’s empty desk, frustration boiled over into a muttered monologue.“One brags about being ravaged without shame right here in the office instead of working. Another skips days of work because she’s so ‘exhausted’ she can’t even walk the next day. I’m surrounded by shameless nymphos! Why don’t they all just work at the Red Light Nightclub?”A wicked smile curled across Viviana’s lips as she recalled her outing to the nightclub the night before.She wheeled the cart to Luana’s desk, her eyes narrowing in mock disdain.“They’d fit right in at the club. No wonder Anthony is desperate to get his hands on Briana. No wonder the boss is so obsessed with her. Just imagine how profitable the Red Light would be with Briana as one of its ‘dancers’...”Viviana grabbed Luana’s water bottle and refilled it, even though she knew Luana wouldn’t be coming to work.Then, with a