Cindy opens her eyes as wide as possible and loses all the sleep she has. How will she answer this dangerous question?She gathers the strength to lean against the headboard and tries to smile, “Seems like it’s a little late for that question, don’t you think?”“No.” Matthew continues to smile, but Cindy doesn’t feel at ease, “Yesterday, we were busy making love in the bathroom stall, but now, we can talk peacefully. I missed you at dinner. You didn’t even know what happened.”Cindy makes a risky move, “Did your aunt Andreia move here without her husband and son?”Matthew loses his pose. He widens his eyes as if asking “How did you know?”Cindy is relieved to see that she got it right, “That was it, right? I noticed. She had two suitcases when I saw her, and no sign of the rest of the family. I wouldn’t be a smart journalist if I didn’t realize wha
At Golden Letters, Matthew was elated. His intervention to censor Jackson’s most daring photos paid off. To improve even further, an article written by another journalist has already sparked the frenzy among fans.Matthew had no idea that Marilza was at odds with Cindy. The important thing for him is to know if Cindy would be furious about the disappearance of the photos. If she questions him...The image of Patricia appeared in Matthew’s mind. He leaned back against the back of his chair and smiled like a teenager. Patty...Augusto entered the room and asked, “Boss, did you have anything to do with the censorship your friend suffered?”Matthew straightens up and plays dumb, “What censorship?”“Don’t act stupid.” Augusto smiles mischievously, “We’re among friends, you can trust me. I’ll even close the door.”Augusto closed the door, but Matthew wasn’t in the mood to talk about it.“Augusto, I need you to communicate with Jonah Lopes. He accepted the invitation to my party, but I need
Eleven o’clock at night. Matthew was already sleeping peacefully. After all, he is a responsible man and needed an orderly routine.However, his routine would be perfect if it weren’t for Cindy disturbing it, showing up in the suite at this time of night after cheating on her boyfriend with another man on the beach.Cindy quickly went to the bathroom and showered, removing the sand from her body and hair. She smiled triumphantly, feeling entitled to these illicit pleasures.After putting on her nightgown, brushing her teeth, blow-drying her hair, and applying moisturizer, Cindy tiptoed to the bed.Seeing her boyfriend sleeping loosely, on his back, with his muscular and attractive body barely covered by the blanket, Cindy licked her lips, feeling tempted. She definitely doesn’t know how to control herself. If only Matthew sleep on his briefs...But the rational side spoke louder. Cindy has already had vigorous and controversial activity and Matthew could be suspicious if he tried and
Walter was surprised to be stopped by Jackson. The newly famous man smiled charismatically, but Walter could feel that there was a protective-older-brother tone in his voice.“Good evening, Jackson.” Walter shakes his shoulder, letting go, “I just want to talk to your sister.”“What’s wrong? You made a face...” Jackson continued to smile.“Do you agree with what’s happening?” Walter points to Patricia and Ronaldo, “They’re both very close.”“It seems like they forgot to tell us they’re dating, but I’m cool with that,” Jackson states nonchalantly.“Well, I’m not.” Walter has a stern look on his face, “As I know Matt’s thoughts, I know he wouldn’t approve of your sister behaving like that. If this continues, you’ll be forced to set a date for the wedding so the bride doesn’t show up with a big belly.”Jackson breaks his smile. “Walter Andrade, I would appreciate your concern for my sister, but you mentioned Matt. What does HE have to do with it? Why would Matt care about who Patty sees?
Matthew’s eyes widen and he stares at Jackson, thinking he heard it wrong.“Hmm... excuse me, what did you just ask me?” Matthew smirks, finding this bizarre and unnecessary.“Was it you who reported me?” Jackson asks once again.“Are you referring to the article I read in LCN a few days ago?” Matthew asks casually.“Yes, my account was subject to some sort of punishment for a few days. I couldn’t post or interact with my subscribers.” Jackson frowns.“And why would you think it was me?” Matthew asks mockingly.“I’m shooting everywhere. I’ve thought about you, I’ve thought about Ricardo Montegrande, I’ve thought about Nathan... but I don’t know, you’re the most likely person if I think without emotion.”Matthew is surprised by Jackson’s boldness. Yes, if Matthew and Jackson weren’t friends, it would be logical for Jackson to conclude that it was Matthew. But he still has doubts precisely because the friendship exists between them.Furthermore, Nathan and Ricardo never followed or intr
Matthew couldn’t believe it when he saw in front of him, sitting on the bed, Patricia Borges with a calm smile.“Patty?” He swallowed hard, not knowing what to do, “Huh... what are you doing here?”“Do I need to explain it to you?” Patty widens her smile... a different smile than Matthew is used to seeing.“How did you get in here?” Matthew quickly closed the door. If Cindy sees this...!“I told one of the servants that you asked me to get your cell phone that was in here and he directed me.” Patricia responds as if she were a naughty girl, “Then I saw the door was unlocked.”“OK, you’ve seen my room—”“ROOM?” Patricia laughs, gesturing around, “You call this a bedroom? It looks bigger than my old house, Matt. You have four rooms in this ‘bedroom’ of yours. An entry room, bathroom, closet, and the bedroom itself where is this comfortable bed.”Matthew remains uncomfortable seeing Patricia sitting on the bed where he makes love to Cindy. “You better get up. Let’s get back to the party.
At the Sterling Mansion, Jackson and Cindy did everything they could to escape the place without anyone seeing them. Cindy’s body was sore from yesterday’s activity, but in her mind, pretending to Matthew that nothing had happened was more important.“What you’ll say to him?” Jackson whispered.Cindy rolled her eyes, “Now you ask me? You were the one who came up with the idea!”So they leave. Cindy never suspected that Patricia was in the dining room, having breakfast with Matthew.Patricia, on the other hand, felt like the next Mrs. Sterling. The employees served her breakfast options as if it were the most natural thing in the world.Alice and Abner, however, felt that their vision was playing tricks due to their age.“Huh?” Alice rubbed her eyes, “Honey, am I seeing it wrong?”Abner removed his glasses and cleaned them with a handkerchief. Then he put it back and realized, “No, honey, we’re not seeing it wrong. Patty Borges is the one, apparently.”Alice is stunned, “But... Matt, w
At the Borges House, Hélio found his wife and daughter talking mysteriously. He was at the top of the stairs and seems to have heard something about Patricia’s whereabouts.He walks down the stairs with a calm smile. “Daughter, you’re still wearing your party dress. Where did you spend the night?”Vanda and Patricia look at each other, not knowing what to say. Will Hélio accept the news?“Dad, let’s talk in the kitchen,” Patricia suggests.“OK, I wanted to get another piece of pie. Have you had breakfast yet?” Hélio asks as the three go to the kitchen.There, Vanda didn’t complain that her husband took another piece. The women sat on the island stool while Hélio was on the other side, enjoying an apple pie.“Honey, you’ve never made this recipe. Hmm...” Hélio delights in the dessert, “Where did you manage to create something so perfect?”“From the Internet,” Vanda responded cautiously.“We’re getting a lot of good out of the Internet, huh?” Hélio takes another bite, “I’d rather you wa
At Silva Oil Company, Kirk appeared in Leonardo’s office. Fernando and Marta had already left. “KIRK!” Leonardo abruptly stood up from his desk. “How are you, my young man!” “Mr. Silva?” Kirk was surprised by such reverence. “I didn’t know you cared so much about me...” “Cut the small talk! You just had a seizure and looked like you were going to die in my company,” Leonardo gestured for the employee to sit down. “Now I want to know all the details. Don’t hide anything from this curious old man.” Kirk smiled and sat down. “Well, sir, there’s not much to tell. I was stupid enough to fall for the siren’s song.” “In this case, the cocaine song, right?” Leonardo leaned forward. “What do you intend to do from here on out?” “Obviously, I promised myself and my family that I wouldn’t use that cr*p anymore. It wasn’t worth all the drama and suffering,” Kirk replied honestly. “That’s good. Then you can continue from where you left off,” Leonardo smiled, relieved. “That’s about what I w
In Urbano Magazine, Cindy returned with the printed sheet, extending it to Andreia. “Read this not-so-pretentious article, my friend,” Cindy declared. Andreia took the paper and read it. A smile formed at the right corner of her mouth. “Cool... nothing so blatantly accusatory, but clear enough for any semi-literate person to understand that Elaine knocked over that pyramid of champagne glasses, causing a scene at the book signing.” “Of course, I won’t say she did it because the honored author was her enemy’s mother,” Cindy replied mischievously. “You don’t want to risk Matt’s wrath.” Andreia stood up, a bit slowly due to her pregnancy. “Speaking of which, how did he react after your dad’s video?” “I didn’t bring it up with him,” Cindy shook her head. “If I mention it, people will say I still love him.” “And you don’t want to do anything to ruin your relationship with Jackson,” Andreia repeated. “Cindy, it’s commendable that you’re more committed and focused on having someone in
Fernando appeared in the kitchen wearing gray sweatpants. Liz, who was sour and bitter, smiled pathetically with her gaze fixed on her husband’s pants. “Good morning, son. What’s new?” Ronaldo replied rudely, “The news is seeing my mother still able to walk!” “RON!” Liz was startled. Fernando shook his head. “Son, don’t be disrespectful. Your mother and I are trying to be as discreet as possible.” Ronaldo shot back, “Just missing discretion when discussing my fiancée, huh? Can we talk about that now?” Liz pursed her lips. “I was so happy when I woke up, but you made sure to ruin my day.” “Mom, we can’t avoid the obvious!” Ronaldo turned to Fernando. “Matt told me that Elaine was reprimanded.” “And I will never agree to that!” Liz shouted. “Elaine was a victim of that tough girl from the slums! She could have died from a cut to her jugular!” “But Elaine provoked Patty’s wrath by saying those nasty things,” Fernando reasoned as he served himself breakfast. “Couldn’t Patricia a
Silva Penthouse, Monday morning. Ronaldo was walking down the hallway to the kitchen in just his boxer shorts when the suite door opened. Liz was smiling a little too much, looking like she was about to dance ballet. “Mom! Long time no see!” “Yes, son, I had a wonderful time with your father!” Liz replied suggestively. Ronaldo blushed to the roots of his hair. “Is breakfast ready?” she asked casually. “I was about to check,” Ronaldo said, heading to the kitchen. There, the coffee maker was already brewing coffee. “Nando must have prepared it in advance.” Liz took bread and butter from the fridge. Ronaldo, cautious, sat down at the table. He noticed a tear in Liz’s nightgown. “Mom, did you and Dad make up this Sunday?” “We can say he’s no longer in love with your fiancée,” Liz replied with a mischievous smile. “Mom, stop talking about that disgusting stuff!” Ronaldo frowned. “This is all your sick imagination.” Liz simply shrugged, sitting down at the table as well. “You’r
Elaine arrived stumbling with fear and bewilderment. The truth about Bella and Nathan’s relationship was something horrifying and incredible for her to digest. “Oh my God... how did these two families let this issue intertwine like this?” Nayla was at the reception desk, smiling, waiting for Elaine to approach. But when she realized Elaine was going to walk past her, Nayla called out loudly, “ELAINE?” Elaine stopped suddenly and looked at her friend. “Oh, Nayla, I’m sorry...” “Don’t worry. I know you must be going through a lot of pressure.” Nayla stood up. “I really am. But I always have time for my friends.” Elaine smiled and approached, trying to distract her mind. “I wanted to know if there are any openings here at Golden Letters for my brother.” Nayla asked respectfully. Elaine’s smile vanished with the wind. As Nayla’s boss, she knew who the brother was. “Nayla, we’re friends, but you know I have a strong opinion against drug use and sales.” Elaine replied in a boss t
At Andrade Clinic, Charles was leading a meeting with the receptionists and security guards. Walter and Emmanuelle were present. “So, everyone, the next time Liz Silva or anyone else causes a scene at the clinic entrance, security or even the police must be called in immediately. Don’t hesitate just because the troublemaker is someone from an important family. This is a hospital clinic, not a zoo, so I demand order in the lobby. A disturbance can jeopardize the patients who are waiting for care, and I don’t want to compromise anyone’s safety, understood?” “Yes, Mr. Andrade!” everyone responded in unison. “Okay, everyone can return to your posts.” The staff went back to work. Linda gave Walter a brief kiss before leaving. “Linda, I need to ask you a quick question,” Emmanuelle called her back. Linda paused, closing the door after the last person left. “Did you check with your parents if it’s safe to go home?” “No, Emmanuelle. The conversation with Gus was so good that I forgot
In Matthew’s suite, he was now buttoning the cuffs of his genuine cotton dress shirt. Elaine had also gotten out of the bathtub, unable to continue relaxing, and was now putting on her work suit.The memory of the Golden Letters prompted Matthew to strike up a conversation. “Did you remove a glass from the base of the pyramid?” Elaine stared at Matthew as if he were the devil. “What? How can you throw a question like that out of nowhere?” “I just asked a question, woman, answer me.” Elaine shook her head as she walked to the sofa to put on her high heels. “This is inconceivable. Your mind is always revolving around Patricia’s issues. You never forget her, and then tell me I don’t need to worry.” “Was the champagne glass pyramid made for an occasion involving Patricia?” Matthew countered logically. “No, but it was her mother’s book signing.” Elaine angrily slipped on her shoes. “Well, I remembered that many claimed the embarrassment happened because someone removed a glass from
Monday. Elaine was relaxing in the bathtub of her husband’s suite. Matthew stepped out of the shower stall, drying his hair with a white towel as he walked to the double sink. The sight of Matthew’s exposed body startled Elaine for a few seconds, but then she took advantage of the beautiful view, smiling mischievously. “It hardly feels like it’s Monday,” she commented casually. Matthew was washing his face as he said, “Yes, it’s Monday, the day to take care of important things after we relax our nerves on Sunday.” Elaine pursed her lips and retorted, “If I relaxed my nerves, it’s because they were in shambles. It’s not like me to live in constant stress, darling. I might not get the chance to calm down in the future.” Matthew turned off the faucet and grabbed a face towel. “Are you saying you would be willing to reduce your contact with Aunt Liz?” Elaine could no longer relax. “What does that mean?” Matthew tossed the towel onto the sink and turned to his wife. “I don’t like t
In the Silva Penthouse, Liz took advantage of the wreckage of the coffee table to create more drama. “Here we have it, darling! The COFFEE TABLE is SHATTERED with Elaine’s body thanks to Patty—” “SHUT UP!” Fernando slammed the door shut. Liz trembled in panic, staring wide-eyed at her furious husband. “But what is this? Why are you angry with me, darling, when you should be furious with Patty—” “I command silence, and you keep babbling even more!” Fernando went to the utility room to grab a broom. Liz quickly grabbed her phone and took a picture of the shattered coffee table. Maybe this will come in handy for her in the future... “So, what are we going to do about this?” Liz shouted for Fernando to hear. Fernando returned with a broom and a dustpan in hand. “Don’t tell me you’re going to sweep this up!” Liz reacted horrified. “Let the maid clean it up on Monday!” “I won’t have a living room full of glass shards until Monday. I want to watch TV tomorrow!” Fernando’s ferocity