"Mother, what are you saying?" Briana finally managed to question the family's plan with incredulity. "Do you mean our 'capable' family spent the night planning THIS kind of idea?"Nadir remained composed. "What's wrong with marrying Armando? He's handsome, and one of your grandmother's favored options."Armando got closer with a seductive smile forming on his lips. "You know I've always admired you, Briana—"Briana cut him off firmly, retorting in a resolute tone, "I don’t mean to be rude, Armando, but I am already married to Mark and I won't divorce him."What kind of woman do you think I am? Marriage isn’t the same as changing clothes, folks!"Briana got pretty upset, feeling that her family was treating her like a mere commodity.Armando's gaze shifted disdainfully to Mark, paying attention to him for the first time, scrutinizing him with thinly veiled contempt.He questioned Briana, "You married this guy who looks more like your lackey? Briana, when your mother informed me, I tho

The Braz Social Club stood as a beacon of exclusivity in Braspolis, its grandeur drawing in the city's elite. Tonight, under the cloak of darkness, Mark, Briana, and Luana approached its gates, lured by the promise of a reunion party organized by Briana's college friends eager to reconnect with Luana.As they entered, their eyes caught sight of an unexpected spectacle: two men engaged in a fencing match. Luana, always quick-witted, remarked on the scene."Look, some people are already having fun! Though that one seems a bit out of shape," she quipped.Briana followed her gaze. "Maybe, but he's doing pretty well."They proceeded into the main hall where the festivities were in full swing.Former college classmates warmly embraced Luana, seizing the opportunity to catch up with Briana too.Mark lingered a few steps behind, quietly observing.Would there be tactless individuals here, eager to undermine his wife in his presence?Instinctively, he felt for his phone in his pocket, a small

The evening air hummed with awkwardness as the conversation veered sharply.Fernanda's words, announcing to everybody that her boyfriend has some connection with the underworld, sliced through the jovial atmosphere like a dagger, leaving her listeners suspended in discomfort.Luana, her brow furrowed, broke the uneasy silence."Come on, dear! That's too much!" she exclaimed, trying to diffuse the mounting tension.Fernanda's gaze remained fixed on Romulo, a smirk forming on her lips. "Am I exaggerating, my dear?" she asked him as if to get confirmation.Romulo responded dryly as he face her girlfriend's classmates, "If you guys consider the Bento family an exaggeration, then it's fine."Luana's eyes widened in realization, a gasp escaping her lips.The Bento family? That famous family that acts since the 80s, never being caught by the police and serving Josias Rocha and other big shots?Her mind raced, trying to piece together the implications of Romulo's cryptic remark.Across the ro

The class reunion party was in full swing. The DJ was playing songs from the 70s, 80s, and 90s, making the partygoers dance to their parents' music. Mark and Briana discreetly stayed at a table while Luana danced her heart out on the dance floor, surrounded by former classmates. However, the next song was a slow ballad, and people began to pair up to dance slowly. With a song more to his liking, Mark stood up and asked Briana, "Would you like to dance?" Surprised, Briana smiled gracefully and got up, accepting her husband's inviting hand. Not wanting to draw too much attention, Mark and Briana danced where they were. Fernanda watched from a distance, seething with hate and resentment. How does Briana manage it? Why does she ALWAYS manage it? Even though her husband was a broke nobody, it could undoubtedly be said that he was the most handsome and desirable man in the room! Unsatisfied, Fernanda approached Romulo, who was busy eating snacks. Fernanda's disgust intensified at

The atmosphere at the Braz Social Club shifted dramatically, plunging from celebration to chaos in mere moments.The air was thick with confusion as everyone tried to make sense of the new situation.Karl, his voice laced with both curiosity and defiance, spoke up first. "What's going on here? Who are you?"The leader of the intruders stepped forward, his presence commanding. "My name is Víbora, and these are my guys," he announced, his tone dripping with menace.Karl, refusing to back down, replied bravely, "So what? When did you study with us?" His words were met with blank stares from Víbora and his thugs, as if he were speaking a foreign language.Meanwhile, the others in the room could barely conceal their fear."Don't talk down to me, kid!" Víbora barked, his patience wearing thin.Karl remained undeterred. "I'm asking because this event is for former classmates to reconnect and have fun. You don't belong here."Víbora's eyes narrowed as he countered, "You're mistaken, buddy. I'