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
Viper tightened his grip on the baton, his eyes locked on Mark.The tension in the room was suffocating as the party-goers held their breaths, each of them acutely aware of the impending clash.Would Mark emerge from this confrontation unscathed?It was one thing to dispatch a few low-level thugs; taking down the gang’s leader was a completely different battle altogether.Just when it seemed that defeat was inevitable, a sudden loud noise pierced the air. The ballroom doors swung open with a force that diverted everyone's attention.Heads turned in unison, surprise washing over their faces as a new group of men entered the scene.Unlike Viper's rowdy crew, these newcomers exuded an air of intimidation, but their entrance was far more organized and respectful.Clad in sharp gray suits that seemed to signify their unity, they definitely weren’t the sort one would expect to see in a brawl.Viper, taken aback by the unexpected interruption, briefly ceased his advance on Mark. What did thi
The applause erupted, filling the room with a wave of excitement as the gray-clad group was showered with admiration for their display of strength and courage.Finally, the party-goers felt safe again, their fears momentarily set aside.Luana, tears streaming down her face, stepped forward. "Thank you so much, all of you!"Karl, still wide-eyed from the chaos, couldn't help but comment, "Wow, the security level of this club is shocking, right? Which agency did you train with?"The leader of the gray-clad group chuckled softly, not offering any real answers.Mark Ferro, their leader, had been clear in his instructions — they were not to reveal their true identity.So, they let the party-goers believe they were merely staff of the venue.Luana, turning her gaze to Fernanda, asked, "And now, Fernanda? What do you have to say?"Fernanda stood frozen, her mind reeling from the rapid turn of events.Her plan, meticulously crafted with her boyfriend to take down Briana, had crumbled in secon