Mark stood in the foyer of the Ferro house, seething with anger at Sandro's desire to intrude into their lives.The realization that Briana was considering accepting Sandro's proposal only intensified his frustration.Nearby, Julian wrapped in a towel, felt awkward and embarrassed."Do you want the cook to witness this conversation?" Mark snapped.Briana remained calm, insisting, "I want my parents to know where I live."Mark shot back, "So they can tell the rest of their family where we live?""You really don't want them to know where we are?" Briana pressed, her tone inquisitive."For your safety, dear, I don't want that. It's dangerous," he replied firmly."Dangerous how?" she challenged."Invite your parents here, and be prepared for a flood of relatives claiming they were 'just passing by the neighborhood,'" Mark warned.Indignant, Briana retorted, "Mark Ferro, don't go overboard! What do we have for them to leech off? Nothing!"This house was a gift from Alan Rocha; we didn't bu
Briana reacted with disgust to Nadir's shout. "MOM! Where are your manners? This house belongs to my husband, and he can host whoever he wants!"Inside the Vasconcelos mansion, Nadir was fuming, her face flushed with rage. "What do you mean, 'whoever he wants'? Daughter, we are your parents; we deserve more consideration!""I know, Mom," Briana replied, trying to remain calm. "But you need to understand that we started this relationship on the wrong foot.""That's why we need to clear up any misunderstandings! How are we going to have peace in the family if you never want to give in?" Nadir insisted.With a sorrowful look, Briana said, "The truth is that Mark wants neither peace nor war."What else could Briana say?From day one, Mark had been treated with contempt and disrespect.How could anyone blame him for not wanting to interact with her family?Although Briana wanted to try to make amends today, she couldn't pressure her husband into something seemingly impossible.Behind her,
That afternoon, Adrian welcomed Anthony into his living room with enthusiasm."Dad! Come in, make yourself at home!" Adrian greeted.Anthony looked around, noticing how clean everything was. "The house is quite clean, huh? Is Celia around?""I had Celia clean everything," Adrian explained with a macho grin. "As a reward, I let her go shopping with Mary Ellen."The two sat down on the scented sofa.Anthony glanced at his son approvingly. "Good to see you putting your girlfriend in her place. Women like Briana Vasconcelos are the bane of the earth."Adrian scoffed. "Don't even get me started. Did you see the scene they caused in the parking lot? Somehow, the idiot gave her a car."Anthony shook his head in disbelief. "That model isn't even manufactured anymore, but Mark still managed to get her something custom-made. How'd he pull that off?""I don't know, and frankly, I don't care," Adrian replied dismissively. "Speaking of the parking lot, did you notice how Mark has a thing for doing
Outside the entrance to the Vasconcelos Mansion, the saleswoman stands anxiously, worried she may have ruined a surprise.The door swings open, and James steps out, now in casual shorts and a t-shirt, glancing outside with curiosity."Were you expecting someone?" James asks, his eyes scanning the scene."This is my husband," Katrina says, introducing him.The saleswoman, flustered, apologizes, "Mr. Ross, I just need you to sign the paperwork for the Lamborghini Urus. Could you please sign here?"James freezes, momentarily dumbfounded by the unexpected news.Katrina looks confused. "Something's not right here, miss."The saleswoman becomes more nervous. "I just need someone to sign for the car," she says urgently.James, still shocked, blurts out, "Do you really think this is for me?""Yes," the saleswoman replies, her voice trembling. "A Lamborghini Urus was sold at our dealership, and I was told to deliver the paperwork to you."Katrina, still processing, asks, "But... where's the ca
Mark stood up abruptly and approached Briana, who looked uneasy.Karl, still sitting nearby, rolled his eyes, thinking about how impossible it was to play chess under these circumstances."Is it him calling, my dear?" Mark asked in a low, dominant tone.Briana glanced at the phone in her hand, fear evident in her eyes. "What do I do?" she whispered nervously."Answer it. I'll be right here," Mark replied firmly, his presence meant to offer reassurance.With great reluctance, Briana picked up the call. "Hello, James?"Meanwhile, at the Vasconcelos mansion, James was fuming, his voice booming through the phone as he paced around the living room.His wife, Katrina, sat on the couch, looking bitter and detached."Katrina, why the hell do you sound so fearful, huh?" James shouted. "Earlier today, you wanted my phone number!"On the other end, Briana tried to maintain her composure. "James, I asked for your number for a specific purpose, okay? Let's not get ahead of ourselves — you're still
In the living room of the Ferro house, Mark was furious, holding the phone to his ear while pacing.His wife Briana had just been shaken by an intense conversation with Katrina and James over the Lamborghini fiasco.Mark wasn't about to let that go unnoticed.Meanwhile, across town at the Vasconcelos mansion, Katrina passed the phone to a fuming James, who snatched it from her hand."He wants to talk with you.""Mark, you bastard!" James shouted. "How could you do this to me?"Mark responded with a hint of sarcasm. "So you've already decided it was me?""Why did you take Briana off the line?" James demanded, anger boiling over."She's feeling sick because of you two," Mark replied coldly.James seemed to pause, his fury momentarily replaced by confusion. "If she's feeling sick, it's because she's innocent. So, you're the one behind this! Who said I would pay you 4 million reais for a Lamborghini, you broke-ass from the slums?"Mark's tone hardened. "And who told you to vandalize my pr
Julian enters the room with a silver tray, offering Briana a shot of brandy to lift her spirits.Karl and Mark hover nearby, concerned for her well-being. Briana takes a sip, grateful. "Thank you so much... I'm feeling better," she says softly. "You had us all scared, Madame Ferro," Julian replies, his voice full of relief. Briana offers a weak smile. "I'm so sorry." Mark steps in quickly, reassuring her, "You don't need to apologize, Brie. You're the lady of the house." Julian, realizing he may have overstepped, swallows hard, uncomfortable. Karl, still confused by the situation, breaks the tension. "Can someone explain to me exactly what I just witnessed here?" Mark answers, casual as ever, "An idiot damaged my car, so I retaliated by buying a Lamborghini Urus in his name." Karl's jaw drops. "MARK! What madness is this? You could be arrested for identity fraud!" Unfazed, Mark responds confidently, "They won't arrest me." Briana, sensing the conversation getting out of hand
It was another night at the controversial nightclub, Red Light. The dancers moved lazily, barely putting effort into their performance, knowing they would still be "complimented" by the drunken, eager customers.Among the crowd, James entered, not caring about getting caught or drawing attention.From James's point of view, Adrian sat, completely spellbound watching the dancers on stage.James approached, snapping him out of his trance."I'm here!" James announced, sitting down.Adrian glanced up, greeting him with a smile. "Hey, James! I took the liberty of ordering you a drink. The bartender will make it now that he's seen you sit down.""Thanks," James responded sourly. "I have to tell you what happened today, the biggest scam Mark Ferro pulled on me."Adrian leaned forward, intrigued. "I'm all ears."A scantily clad waitress served drinks to Adrian and James.James had just finished condensing the story.Adrian, stunned, tried to make sense of it. "Let me get this straight: a brok