After this witty conversation, Mark suddenly became serious, remembering another piece of news Briana needed to hear."What is it, dear?""Bri, I need you to stay calm," Mark said. "I know you don't get along with Katrina, but I don't believe you would want her dead."Briana's eyes widened and Luana felt a chill down her spine."Did something happen to Katrina?""She had a car accident and is in the hospital," Mark tried to be the understanding husband."OH MY GOD!" Briana turned pale, feeling like she was going to faint."Do you want to go see her? I can take care of the business here," Mark offered."You're probably tired, dear." Briana shook her head."Then I'll go with you—""Better not," Briana quickly responded. "It's best you stay away. My parents and uncle will definitely be at the hospital, and I don't want arguments and insults in the halls."Mark smiled internally but continued to play the role of the selfless husband. "Honey, I believe that, at least in this moment of pain
Christopher accuses Mark of having something to do with Katrina's accident. Briana and Luana are both taken aback by the sudden accusation. "Let's go somewhere else; we can't discuss this next to Katrina," Luana decides, not wanting to be reprimanded by any hospital staff. The trio leaves the room and stays in the hallway. "Where did you pull that nonsense from?" Briana frowned. "Would it be so absurd to think that someone like Mark could do something like that, cousin?" Christopher gritted his teeth as he asked accusingly. "You and Katrina haven't gotten along for years, although I could never understand why." "Come on..." Luana complains. "And your husband seems like a dedicated guy, considering how hard he tried to throw you a wedding party beyond his means," Christopher continued. "So, if you ever complained to him about the fierce competition between your shows, it's not surprising for someone who came from the slums—" "Stop, I won't let you speak about Mark like that!" Br
At Glamour, Mark was using Briana's new computer that James had bought. "James really did a good job, didn't he?" Mark said to himself, chuckling. "Couldn't he have just paid for the Lamborghini I bought?" His phone buzzed with a message notification. Mark checked the device and his smile faded. A message from Luana stated that Briana's family was accusing her of sending him to cut the brakes of Katrina's car! What an absurd accusation! Even if Mark could have arranged something like that, he hadn't done anything!This Vasconcelos family only proves that all that talk about family unity is pure nonsense! "Althea Vasconcelos, you want your granddaughter to return to the family fold to face these slurs, is that it?" Mark stood up, considering what to do. He decided it wasn't worth going to the hospital. If they were accusing him of cutting the brakes of Katrina's car, showing up at the hospital would only make things worse for Briana. So, Mark grabbed his phone and dialed Vargas
Briana was watching the doctor who was 'attending' Katrina closely. Is she seeing the same leader of the men in gray at the Braz Social Club? Is she seeing the same man who pushed Katrina that day at the LCN Group, preventing her from slapping her? Why does he seem unwilling to comfort the patient's family? As if he knew Briana was in trouble once again... Briana shook her head, dismissing her suspicions. The doctor was saying what really happened, but her family was willing to distort everything. "Hey, can you all stop that?" Briana retorted, "I won't let you make unfounded accusations against me and my husband!"Is this what Grandma Althea meant about me returning to the family fold? You can consider that agreement still valid; I'll never interact with such relatives!" Turning back, Briana said, "Come on, Luana. We've fulfilled our obligation." Sandro gestured for his daughter. "Daughter, wait, let's talk." Gilson taunted him. "Are you going to hire a defense attorney? Beca
James decided to put an end to the nonsense, "I'll believe what the doctor said." Claudia and Gilson were left speechless and disappointed. Gilson, however, was not as shocked because his jaw still hurt. Christopher, for his part, frowned as he analyzed James, trying to understand what was going on in his mind. It seemed that James was willing to believe the doctor to defend Briana, right? It didn't matter if Katrina, his wife, got burned in the process! Indignant, he complained, "How funny, James! You prefer to believe the doctor just to save Briana. Anyone who hears you like this would think that she, not my sister, is the girl you love." James held his breath and shot Christopher a glare. Does he want war? Then there will be war! "You fools. I don't need to defend anyone," James spoke in a lower but penetrating tone. Everyone forced themselves to pay attention to him. James continued, "I don't even need the doctor's exams here. I know for a fact that Katrina was drinking
Briana and Luana were in the suite at Rocha Hotel, getting ready for checkout. Luana was packing her bags with a hint of sadness. "What a shame, this room met all my needs." "But now you're going to another room, right, my dear friend?" Briana encouraged her, "Better yet, you have an entire apartment at your disposal." Luana shot Briana a cheeky smile. "What's that about?" Briana asked. "The apartment won't be entirely at my disposal, my dear." "What do you mean?" Briana raised her eyebrows, trying to understand what that could mean. As a slight suspicion began to form in Briana's mind, the doorbell rang. "The answer to your question has arrived," Luana joked as she went to answer. From the room, Briana could perfectly distinguish Karl's voice. She smiled in understanding. Luana and Karl were moving in together. Karl appeared with the cutest, and at the same time, most mischievous smile in the world. He could hardly wait to have an apartment just for him and Luana, where h
Briana returns home after visiting Luana's apartment.Regis greets her with reverence. "Good evening, Mrs. Ferro. Your husband is waiting for you in the master suite." "Hmm... Should we have dinner first?" Briana jokingly asked. Regis blushed to the roots of his hair. "He didn't inform me of the details, madam. But dinner is being prepared with great care." "Okay, I'm going upstairs. Tell Julian to keep up the great work." Briana winked and went up the stairs. She entered the master suite and found a bouquet of red roses on the king-sized bed. Overwhelmed, she melted and picked up the bouquet, inhaling the scent of the roses. Mark emerged from the closet, grinning widely, dressed in comfy loungewear. "Darling, good evening." "A little gift so you never forget me," Mark declared romantically, moving closer and kissing her cheek genuinely. Briana felt shivers run down her spine.This is the sweet and romantic man who would later make her scream and cry in bed at three in the mo
Claudia abruptly stood up and yelled, "My husband is a decent and honorable man, Althea! If this hasn't happened yet, it's because he has learned to drink responsibly!" Althea could have simply stood up and slapped Claudia, but she didn't even feel like it. She merely glanced at Gilson — a look that meant everything. "Woman, go check on dinner. I don't want okra again as an option." Claudia felt she wouldn't be able to control herself if she stayed in that hateful living room and left in quick strides. Sandro just smiled mockingly. How the tables have turned! Until last year, it was he and Nadir who were the punching bags of this house. But ever since Briana married Mark, the tide turned to his favor. Thanks to Mark? Gilson, noticing his brother's smile, wanted to take revenge. "What are you smiling about, Sandro? You still owe me an explanation for the punch." "What punch?" Althea perked up in the armchair. "Mom, Sandro punched me in the hospital corridor with a bunch of d