Briana and Luana were chatting until they noticed that Mark was staring at them. Luana, feeling that she was the main target of his stern gaze, swallowed hard and turned to him. "Mark, I've been thinking. I think you deserve an apology from me." "Really?" Mark's tone was ambiguous: it could have been genuine surprise or biting irony. "Yes, really," Luana continued, nodding with humility. "You may not be rich or a millionaire, but you aren't lacking in possessions and power. Now I'm sure you won't let my best friend go without." "Not at all." Mark smiled, satisfied to see Luana recognizing her mistake. "I sensed you weren't entirely unpleasant, which is why I didn't have you kicked out." "She's my maid of honor," Briana responded playfully. The truth is, Briana didn't need bridesmaids when she entered the Church and walked up to the altar. Mark had already arranged everything for her. Luana cleared her throat. "Ahem… With that, Mark, I wanted to know what happens to my situatio
After the party ended, Briana performed the classic bridal bouquet toss. Countless young ladies crowded around the designated spot where the bride, facing away, built suspense before throwing the bouquet. Even with her back turned, the bouquet landed in Luana's hands! Luana, like an American football player, caught the bouquet as if it were a ball and maneuvered away from the other young ladies who tried to snatch it from her. After that, Mark escorted Briana to the same helicopter. Behind them, everyone applauded, cheered, and wished them happiness. "Hey, darling!" Briana remembered something, "I didn't pack my bags!" "No need." Mark teased. Briana entered the helicopter more astonished than ever. What trick did her husband have up his sleeve this time?******Mark and Briana arrived at their honeymoon destination: a remote island off the coast for private use.Naturally, the island belonged to Mark, but Briana didn't know that yet.The helicopter landed on the airstrip, and t
Mark decided to make something clear. "Briana, I won't count that time we had in your car because you were under the influence of drugs. I also restrained myself as much as I could, fearing I might harm you in some way.""I understand, Mark," Briana replied softly."But now it will be different. We'll both be conscious and willing. The question is: do you trust me?""Yes, dear." Briana smiled."Then, OK!"Everything happened too quickly for Briana.Mark clapped his hands, the remaining lights went out, leaving the room momentarily in complete darkness.Before Briana could say anything, she felt herself being turned onto her back, and an enormous weight pressed and crushed her body against the mattress.Before Briana could say a word, her lips were taken by Mark's in a wild, passionate kiss.It was starting...In the dark room, all that could be heard was the sound of ripping silk and some startled gasps from Briana muffled by the covers.Then, the bed began to shake violently as if a
The next day, the sun's rays seeped into the master suite, illuminating the still-quivering bed, creaking with the headboard banging hard against the wall.Beneath the covers, frantic movements of intertwined bodies could be seen: one body seeming to want to escape while the other one pressed it down firmly.Muffled male chuckles and female sobs from beneath the covers completed the scene.Finally, the bed seemed to take a break.The covers were pulled back slightly, just enough to reveal the heads and shoulders of the couple.Mark kissed Briana in various places on her face, tasting her tears."Stop, you silly man!" Briana complained in a hoarse tone, after screaming and moaning all night long."I can't help but laugh," Mark said, bursting with happiness to be in this situation alone with the woman he loved. "Your reaction is so funny. Why be shy now?""I'm not just some easy woman," Briana tried to defend herself. "And you're not trustworthy!"Several times throughout the night, Mar
Irritated, Christopher left the hotel after receiving a basic treatment from the Head Bellboy. During the car ride, Christopher pounded the steering wheel, outraged by what he had seen. He called Karl a r*pist, but it was very likely that things hadn't happened that way, right? Luana had willingly taken that guy to her suite! What a shameless woman! The car arrived at the Vasconcelos Mansion. Christopher didn't even understand how he managed to arrive without causing a traffic accident. His mind was a confused fog. Shaking his head, he entered the residence, taking a deep breath, hoping no one would notice a small mark near his lips. When he stepped into the living room, he heard raised voices. Maybe he should listen to what people were saying to distract his mind from the frustration he felt. In the living room, Althea was seated in an armchair like a queen. Gilson and Claudia were harshly arguing with her. In Gilson's hand, there was a document. "Mom, you need to stand fir
Christopher swallowed hard upon hearing the mission given by his grandmother. "Grandma, I don't know if I could—" "Of course you can. Don't hold back, like that Latin group from the '80s sang." Althea allowed herself to make a joke, which was out of character for her. She was very confident that the Vasconcelos family would triumph again! Gilson continued to be contrary. "Mom, Katrina will never get along with Briana for obvious reasons." Althea wiped the smile from her face and extended her hand to her son in an authoritative gesture. "DON'T EVEN START! I've already said this betting talk is over in this house."No matter how pleased I am with your son-in-law, this bet is what caused our humiliation. If it weren't for this nonsense, I wouldn't have to ask now for Katrina and Briana to forgive each other." Gilson, defeated, sat back down next to his wife, feeling like a ten-year-old reprimanded. Althea continued, "Because of this bet, many people saw how inferior our wedding re
Christopher sped to the Rocha Events Hall. There, upon encountering the empty location, he remembered all the memorable events from his sister's wedding. Except the memorable moments were led by his cousin and the Pauper. Heading to the newlyweds' quarters, he knocked on the door. The door opened, and Katrina appeared wearing casual clothes as if she were a resident of the mansion. "Sis!" Christopher hugged her tightly, "What are you still doing here? Where's your husband?" "That's the big question." Katrina broke the embrace. "Did you tell anyone?" "No, I came straight here," Christopher replied, looking around. The bed didn't seem like it had been shook all night to the rhythm of marital love... It was very clean and made! "Kat, don't tell me you two fought and he left you here!" Christopher felt his face flush red with anger. Katrina sat back down on the bed. "Actually, we fought, I went out for a walk, and then he wasn't here anymore. Sunday passed, and today, Monday, he
Christopher felt like he was participating in one of those prank shows. "Please, miss, confirm this properly! My sister, Katrina Vasconcelos... she is James Ross's wife!" The attendant understood what happened. She suspected that the lady who appeared at the service desk didn't match the gentleman at all. She was a call girl! "I'm sorry, sir, but since Frank Ross was the holder and responsible for the bookings, he switched the names on the tickets. We were just doing our job." "OK, thank you very much!" Christopher hung up and slammed his fist on the steering wheel. Damn! There were moments when Christopher doubted James's 'sincere love' he displayed towards Katrina, especially in front of the rest of the family. Sometimes, Christopher had the feeling that James had his eye on someone else... Someone who was humiliated here in this hall but was suddenly rescued by the helicopter knight and ended up having a wedding party in a romantic cathedral, fit for fairy tales! "So you r