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
At the dining table in Vasconcelos Mansion, Althea notices James is missing and the atmosphere is tense.Sandro and Nadir exchange concerned glances, and Althea decides to ask about it."Where's James?" she asks.Katrina, clearly uncomfortable, responds, “Grandma, he went out to clear his head.”Althea, growing frustrated, presses further. "Clear his head? Why is no one telling me what's going on in this house?"Starting to get flustered, Katrina snaps, “Maybe if you didn't waste time watching series and soap operas—”"KATRINA!" Gilson interrupts, his voice sharp.Althea nods approvingly. "That's right, Gilson. Discipline your daughter so she doesn't embarrass me in the future."Sandro, trying to lighten the mood, asks, "Mom, why are you so interested in keeping up with the entertainment industry?"Althea replies, "I don't want to be unfair when congratulating one of my granddaughters for succeeding."Claudia, supportive, adds, "Congratulating Katrina wouldn't be unfair, mother-in-law
Karl and Mark entered the garage, eager to check out the latest addition to the homeowner's collection.There it was, the much-discussed Lamborghini Urus, gleaming in gold and standing out even among the other luxurious vehicles.Parked right next to Briana's New Beetle, the two cars seemed to symbolically unite Mark and Briana as well."Karl, I can't believe you brought this beast here!" Karl exclaimed, astonished.Mark, with his usual cynical tone, replied, "Why not? It's mine, right?"Karl shook his head, a bit uneasy. "You know this is going to create the biggest mess ever, right?"Feigning innocence, Mark responded, "I don't even know what you're talking about, man.""Your wife nearly fainted when she found out how you got back at James Ross," Karl continued.Mark smirked, his voice dropping. "My wife is about to faint again when I ravage her so rough she won't be able to walk tomorrow. That was our deal."Karl grinned knowingly. "And I'll do the same to Luana..."Mark, still non
On a typical Monday workday, Mark arrives at LCN Group to handle matters related to Briana's two TV shows, acting as Glamour's representative.Gustavo, unaware of Mark's true identity, strikes up a friendly conversation."I trust the intuition and good judgment of Vice President Linz, Mr. Ferro. Your wife has some interesting proposals," Gustavo says with a smile."That's great," Mark replies, shaking his hand.Susana then introduces Mark to a couple standing nearby. "Mr. Ferro, here are the head writers who will handle the scripts for the TV shows that Manager Vasconcelos requested."Mark greets them with a firm handshake. "Hello, nice to meet you. The man will write the medieval series, and the lady will take on the romantic one?"Laughing, the male writer confirms, "That's right."The female writer hands over their resumes. "Here's our resume, sir."As Mark scans them, he notices a familiar title listed on hers: 'Love Spins the World'."Wow, we've got some highly qualified people h
Mark pulled into the Glamour parking lot in his Lamborghini Urus, parking in the same spot where he and Briana had shared their first intimate moment.He hadn't even realized the significance. As he stepped out of the car, he spotted Adrian watching him with disdain."Good morning, Supervisor Curtis," Mark greeted calmly.Adrian sneered. "Anyone seeing you like this might think you're a good person."Mark activated the car alarm with a shrug. "Did I miss something?""You lost your decency and your shame," Adrian spat.Mark sighed. "Look, man, I don't have time for this nonsense. Shouldn't you be handling magazine business?"He walked past Adrian, who continued hurling accusations. "So now you care about Celia?"Mark paused mid-step, a mocking smirk crossing his face.He turned around, slowly. "Where's this sudden concern coming from?""I care about my girlfriend!" Adrian snapped."Do you care about her, or just controlling her?" Mark countered."Don't play dumb!" Adrian shot back.Mar
Mark sat in the HR office with Gene, updating him on the latest developments."Has that idiot been questioning the origins of your fancy car?" Gene asked, shaking his head.Mark smirked. "Why do people think I can't have nice things? It's always a hassle dealing with people like that, huh?""So, how are the two shows coming along?" Gene inquired."Susana has found us the best screenwriters," Mark replied confidently. "Now we just need directors, cameramen, makeup artists, and, most importantly, actors and actresses.""That's fundamental," Gene said, nodding. "The viewers will be paying attention to the details.""Exactly. But Gustavo will handle that part for us. Don't worry, Gene. Glamour will triumph," Mark assured.Gene looked curious. "What's going on? Has a new bet been made?"Mark leaned back, a sly smile forming. "You could say that. From the audio we got from the Vasconcelos Mansion, Althea is preparing to congratulate her winning granddaughter. Congratulating Briana on the su
In Briana's office at Glamour, Mark smiled confidently, unfazed by James's heated threats."What's with that stupid grin?" James demanded, his anger intensifying."You mean YOU want to expose me to the LCN Group?" Mark asked, his tone cool and collected."Exactly! Vice President Linz won't be happy to learn that Glamour's representative is a fraud! Not to mention the public opinion! Do you really think you can get away with this?"Mark, still calm, replied, "I will."James, seething with rage, kicked the desk in frustration.As the glass from the shattered monitor crunched beneath his shoes, Mark decided to stand, avoiding the shards."Not only that," Mark added, "I'm going to charge you for the repair of Briana's computer.""Oh, don't have any money?" James shot back sarcastically. "I forgot, you live off my cousin!""And you live in a sham marriage, pretending to love Katrina when it's Briana you really care about," Mark said, his voice cutting.James froze, his eyes widening as if
In Briana's office, tension filled the air as James stared at Mark in horror, realizing the tables had turned."You can't do this," James said, his voice frantic. "This will ruin everything!"Mark's smile darkened. "Ruin what, and for whom? Oh, I get it! Grandma Althea won't be too pleased to find out her granddaughter's husband spent the honeymoon with Caribbean hookers."She'll probably order Katrina to divorce you, just like she always wanted Briana to leave me. The difference?"Katrina doesn't have Briana's backbone. She'll blindly follow her grandmother's orders and divorce you in a heartbeat.""That's ridiculous!" James shouted, desperation creeping in. "How can you be so sure?"Mark shook his head, his voice dripping with condescension. "James... Katrina is obsessed with pleasing her grandmother. She's always trying to stay in her good graces, doing everything the old matriarch asks."Briana? She never cared what that wrinkled old woman thought. How many times did Althea demand