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
Luana and Briana couldn't believe what was happening.They showed up at Braz Social Club just to have fun. Their friends wanted to see them again, especially Luana, to reminisce about the old days.But Fernanda also wanted to relive the old days when she fought for attention with Briana.Briana even suspected that the whole party was a scheme by Fernanda to ensnare her and humiliate her in public.As if that wasn't enough, now there's a guy they don't know who's fighting with the party's guest of honor!How is that possible?The atmosphere crackled as Briana's voice rang out, incredulous and defiant. "But that's absurd! Listen here, Luana owes no one an apology."You guys threw this party for her, but your girlfriend has been unpleasant from the start. Luana simply stood her ground." Her words were sharp, showcasing her indignation.Luana crossed her arms. "That's right! I don't even know you, man! Who do you think you are to yell at me like that?"Briana pointed her finger at Fernand
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
Mark's irritation was transparent as he learned about the suggestion that he, Briana, and Luana leave the party. His resolve to teach Fernanda and Romulo a lesson remained unshaken.For now, he allowed the women to voice their concerns; after all, it was their celebration.Briana, her arms crossed defensively, stared down Karl with a fierce intensity. "Listen, Karl, we understand your concern. But if anyone should leave the party, it should be Fernanda's boyfriend!""Exactly!" Luana chimed in, her tone sharp. "I'm the guest of honor tonight. My best friend is the main attraction as well."We're here to relive old memories. Who even is Romulo Ribas? Which class or year did he come from?"Karl's worry was evident as he scratched his neck nervously. "Well... I know Mr. Ribas wasn't one of our college classmates.""Then let's ask Fernanda to leave," Briana suggested with a touch of malice.She knew Fernanda would react explosively to such a suggestion!Karl's anxiety reached a fever pitc
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'
The ballroom buzzed with murmurs as the former college classmates gathered in small clusters, their faces a blend of confusion and disbelief.Mark's eyes darted between the partygoers and the figures who had just walked in — Viper and his gang.They thought Mark had ties to the Viper gang, but in reality, it's Fernanda Gabas who does!How ironic, huh?For Mark, this was very wrong.A snobbish and arrogant woman like Fernanda Gabas wouldn't mix with vandals and hooligans.Then he remembered that Romulo had connections with the underworld. Where is he?Romulo got out of sight before the thugs entered. Was he the one who secretly called this gang and now he was hiding cowardly?Fernanda Gabas stood tall at the center of the commotion, her poise unshaken as she faced Viper.Her smile was a razor-sharp edge in the light. "How have you been, Viper?" she drawled, her voice laced with a venomous sweetness. "I didn't know you were around."Viper's posture shifted from dangerous to obsequious.
An unspoken dread hung over the gathering like a thundercloud.As the guests whispered and shot wary glances among themselves, Fernanda stood at the center of the storm, her eyes narrowed, projecting an icy indifference.Karl protested with vehemence, "What kind of nonsense is this? Fernanda, you're really okay with Briana being taken away by those thugs?"Fernanda just answered with mockery smile as if the predicament were merely a soap opera playing out rather than a harrowing reality."Everyone knows they're not just taking her for a stroll, right?" snapped a colleague nearby, his cheeks flushed with indignation.Fernanda shrugged, her face as impassive as stone. "That's no longer my problem," she said, her voice colder than the chill of the marble floor beneath their feet.Luana, her eyes wide in disbelief, stepped forward. "What a horrible thing for you to say, Fernanda!" she exclaimed, her horror palpable."Ugh, why all the drama?" Fernanda replied, waving her hand dismissively.
Hope began to flicker like the first rays of dawn at the Braz Social Club, a small haven where laughter and camaraderie once flourished.As darkness descended, however, it seemed that everything was lost.Briana and Luana watched helplessly as former classmates were cornered by ruthless street gangs, threatened with assaults and human rights violations.All they wanted was a night of fun, yet fear hung in the air like a thick fog.Fernanda Gabas had long been written off in the minds of many as a guest at future parties and events. Her reputation, once vibrant, now lay in ruins!But just when despair threatened to claim them, a most unexpected hero emerged: Briana's husband, Mark.When everything seemed hopeless, who would have thought that the initial salvation would come through Briana's failed and impoverished husband?The thugs from Víbora, menacing and intimidating, were taken by surprise when Mark suddenly freed himself from their grip.One of them, who had dared to touch Briana