Amidst all the commotion, the Vasconcelos family finally realized what Sandro had already understood. Mark Ferro had won the bet! Long before he arrived in that luxurious helicopter, accompanied by distinguished guests from high society, the people on the other side should have already recognized their defeat! How could a janitor invite Alan Campos Rocha? Sandro not only knew that his daughter had won, but he also understood that he and his family would not be invited. Most likely, the wedding would take place at the Cathedral of Aurélia. But Briana's family didn't seem to share the same reasoning. Althea, thinking she could deceive the guests, threw Briana's signed agreement far away! Gilson noticed and was shocked. "Mom, what are you doing?" "No one saw it!" Althea muttered. "On the contrary, practically all the guests saw Briana sign that document stating she severed family ties." Cláudia made sure to remind her, already imagining what her mother-in-law was planning. "An

"MOTHER!" The realization that Briana had triumphed once again weighed heavily on Katrina, the loser. "What does this mean? Can someone please tell me what happened here? Was it a dream or a vision from hell?" "That display of affection couldn't have been something from the Devil, niece," Sandro remarked with a hint of pride. Gilson, the envious brother, couldn't bear the idea of seeing Sandro satisfied or accepting the situation. "It looks like you're enjoying yourself, huh?" "It's not about enjoyment, but acceptance," Sandro frowned and addressed his family with a confident voice he hadn't used in years, "You were the ones who came up with this nonsense of a bet. It was your idea, James, right? Satisfied now?" "How on Earth was I supposed to know that idiot would have Josias Rocha's help?" James complained, visibly annoyed. "If you had known, you wouldn't have made the bet?" Sandro smirked mockingly, "That's not the proper stance of an honorable man. It seems you purely wanted

Briana and Luana were chatting until they noticed that Mark was staring at them. Luana, feeling that she was the main target of his stern gaze, swallowed hard and turned to him. "Mark, I've been thinking. I think you deserve an apology from me." "Really?" Mark's tone was ambiguous: it could have been genuine surprise or biting irony. "Yes, really," Luana continued, nodding with humility. "You may not be rich or a millionaire, but you aren't lacking in possessions and power. Now I'm sure you won't let my best friend go without." "Not at all." Mark smiled, satisfied to see Luana recognizing her mistake. "I sensed you weren't entirely unpleasant, which is why I didn't have you kicked out." "She's my maid of honor," Briana responded playfully. The truth is, Briana didn't need bridesmaids when she entered the Church and walked up to the altar. Mark had already arranged everything for her. Luana cleared her throat. "Ahem… With that, Mark, I wanted to know what happens to my situatio

Mark decided to make something clear. "Briana, I won't count that time we had in your car because you were under the influence of drugs. I also restrained myself as much as I could, fearing I might harm you in some way.""I understand, Mark," Briana replied softly."But now it will be different. We'll both be conscious and willing. The question is: do you trust me?""Yes, dear." Briana smiled."Then, OK!"Everything happened too quickly for Briana.Mark clapped his hands, the remaining lights went out, leaving the room momentarily in complete darkness.Before Briana could say anything, she felt herself being turned onto her back, and an enormous weight pressed and crushed her body against the mattress.Before Briana could say a word, her lips were taken by Mark's in a wild, passionate kiss.It was starting...In the dark room, all that could be heard was the sound of ripping silk and some startled gasps from Briana muffled by the covers.Then, the bed began to shake violently as if a

Irritated, Christopher left the hotel after receiving a basic treatment from the Head Bellboy. During the car ride, Christopher pounded the steering wheel, outraged by what he had seen. He called Karl a r*pist, but it was very likely that things hadn't happened that way, right? Luana had willingly taken that guy to her suite! What a shameless woman! The car arrived at the Vasconcelos Mansion. Christopher didn't even understand how he managed to arrive without causing a traffic accident. His mind was a confused fog. Shaking his head, he entered the residence, taking a deep breath, hoping no one would notice a small mark near his lips. When he stepped into the living room, he heard raised voices. Maybe he should listen to what people were saying to distract his mind from the frustration he felt. In the living room, Althea was seated in an armchair like a queen. Gilson and Claudia were harshly arguing with her. In Gilson's hand, there was a document. "Mom, you need to stand fir