Frank tried to get up from the table where he was, maneuvering around friends and 'dancers' sprawled around him.Last night, they had overindulged in drinking and… “Um… Katrina, my dear daughter-in-law! What do you mean you’re not in the Caribbean?” Katrina raised her eyebrows. “You immediately asked if I was NOT in the Caribbean. Your subconscious gave you away.” Frank rolled his eyes in boredom. “Does my daughter-in-law have a degree in psychology or psychiatry? Otherwise, I have better things to do with my time.” “I can smell your cheap vodka breathe from here,” Katrina retorted. “If your son is there, put him on the line, please. I’m back at the Vasconcelos Mansion and my parents still haven’t seen me.” Frank’s heart raced. “Um… my daughter, I didn’t even know in my wildest dreams that my son wasn’t with you. I swore you two were enjoying your honeymoon!” “Those past tense verbs don’t inspire confidence,” Katrina was not falling for her father-in-law’s lies. “OK, tell your s
The next day, Braspolis was abuzz when they discovered that Glamour had won the selection for a collaborative project with the LCN Group. The Economics section of the LCN newspaper was overwhelmed with numerous comments from curious onlookers and businesspeople perplexed by the group president's decision. However, they could not even question him. The president was still on his honeymoon. Indeed, when the announcement was made, Mark cleverly decided to celebrate by restarting their incessant and voracious marital love marathon without telling his wife the reason.Briana had barely begun to walk again, but... Susana Linz smiled in understanding when she received a message from Mark instructing her to take care of everything. Thus, she released a press statement explaining the decision. "As Vice President of the LCN Group, we inform you that the fashion and consulting company Glamour surprised us with its innovative proposal to expand its territory into the world of television an
"Well, now that I see my sister knows how to stand up for herself, I'll go back to sleep." Christopher finally adjusted his sweatpants and left, only now realizing he was barefoot when he felt the cold floor on his feet. After the door was closed, James massaged his sore cheek. "That's going to leave a mark." "No, your tan will disguise the slap mark." Katrina rolled her eyes and ground her teeth in dissatisfaction. "ARGH! James, why did you do this to me? This must've been your father's idea! When I called him, I could smell his cheap vodka breath!" "Did you call or talk to him?" James looked confused. Katrina raised her hand again. "Don't irritate me! We need to come up with another story to explain to my parents and Grandma Althea why you're tanned and I'm not!" "What did you say?" James sat down on the couch. "I said I slathered on a lot of sunscreen!" Katrina exclaimed indignantly. "Then tell them that I, as a man, didn't put on much and got burned." James unbuttoned his b
Friday, on a tropical deserted island. The only mansion built in this island bore witness to the fervent, frantic, and incessant union of the newlyweds who had arrived the week before. The bed had managed to withstand the incessant jolting and banging of the headboard against the wall in sync with the voracious and wild rhythm of its owner. However, now it was time to leave. Having completed another marathon, the couple's heads emerged from under the sheets, both red and sweaty. Mark, the smiling husband, commented, "Well, darling, the playground is over. We need to go back." "Really?" Briana asked sarcastically, unable to even lean against the headboard of the bed. "That's too bad, right?" Mark stretched his mischievous smile. "Oh, I didn't know you needed more. Looks like I haven't been efficient yet..." "Hey, can you not understand a simple joke?" Briana exclaimed quickly, fearing that Mark would jump on her for... How many times had they? She had already lost count! Mark
As soon as the helicopter entered a wide area with cell signal, Briana's phone quickly connected and began to beep with notifications. DING! Missed call. DING! 52 unread messages. DING! Luana Barros sent you a voice message. "Damn!" Briana complained, frowning as she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket like a massage tool. "Did these people not know I was away?" "It's curiosity." Mark joked, "Although the wedding was widely publicized, our honeymoon was completely off the media." "Thank goodness! Unless the staff leaked my screams begging for mercy and you 'doing' just the opposite..." Briana teased, poking him on the shoulder. "Get used to it, dear." Mark warned her with a smile, though his tone was commanding. Briana felt shivers down her spine. Would they continue like this in their day-to-day life? What about her parents? Looking out at the horizon, Briana realized they were not heading toward the neighborhood where their apartment was. "Where are we going?" "Where
"Dear, how about we head to the second floor?" "I want to see a bit more down here!" Briana's voice echoed through the kitchen. Mark, smiling and finding it amusing, signaled for the pilots to take their bags upstairs. Stopping in the middle of the foyer and observing the L-shaped staircase, Mark nodded in approval. Maybe he should sell or keep his home in Sunset Village on standby and stay here. His original plan was to reveal his identity to Celia and both return to Lagoon City. Celia was equally poor and didn't have many roots in Braspolis. She could start her life anew in Lagoon City. But Briana was different. She had a traditional family, business, friends, roots... It wouldn't be easy for her to leave all that behind. In fact, numerous circumstances forced Mark to stay in Braspolis, caring for his wife. Briana approached him with flushed cheeks. "Mark, did you see the garage outside? It's amazing; there's space for at least ten cars! You could collect—" Mark interrupte
Monday, workday. Briana's cell phone alarm went off, and she managed to stretch her arm to silence it, grumbling sleepily. "Urgh... Sleep was so good..." Briana looked to the side and saw her sly husband still sleeping on his back, wearing an almost imperceptible smile. With the blankets covering from his belly down, Briana admired her lord's face and chest with a smile of approval. However, fearing he would wake up and repeat their Saturday marathon, she quickly got up, transforming from fiery to shy and modest wife. On Saturday, she had been on the balcony admiring the landscape when two hands grabbed her by the waist and led her to the bed. Only on Sunday did her mischievous husband give her time to rest, while he left the suite as if he wasn't the least bit tired! Was that a benefit of the military training Mark said he had? Anyway, those thoughts were shoved to the back of Briana's mind as she picked out a formal outfit for work. Being alone in the mansion, Briana went
"Of course not!" Briana's downcast expression turned resolute in a matter of seconds. "They made me sign a family relations cessation agreement, right? Hundreds of guests served as witnesses." Luana reacts with relief, placing her hand on her chest. "Phew, thank goodness! Be strong and unshakable, dear friend. Count on me for whatever comes your way. You look like you were heading out to work." "Yes, I need to know about my 'project.'" Briana and Luana exchange three kisses on each other's cheeks. After Luana leaves, Briana immediately heads upstairs, determined to wake her mischievous husband. She thought about waking him, but to her surprise, Mark was already awake, putting on his clothes. It was the same simple outfit he wore when they traveled. "Mark, you're wearing last week's outfit." "My stuff is at your apartment," Mark replied with a smile. "Did you sleep well?" "Yes, and I'd like to keep sleeping. Reality is too cruel." Briana looks at one of the desks, "My laptop wa