Jackson stood up and took the book from Hélio’s hands. He could hardly believe that he was about to become famous.“Mom, do you approve of this?”“Who am I to deny it?” Vanda couldn’t contain her pride. “I want the whole of Brazil to know the handsome son I raised in my womb.”“Careful, Mom,” Jackson joked, “Your readers will want to know about my Dad.”Hélio burst into laughter, but Vanda gave him a nudge.“It’s not funny, hubby! When I’m interviewed on Lisandro’s show, I’ll drag you along so everyone knows how happily married we are!”Hélio kissed his wife’s cheek to appease her.Jackson laughed even more. “This couple... That’s my goal.”“But not with Cindy Cardoso, for heaven’s sake,” Hélio pleaded.“According to Mom, my wife will be Elaine Prates,” Jackson joked.However, Hélio thought that Jackson was interested. “Did she say anything to you, son?”Jackson looked at his father, smiling, “Oh, no, you too? Dad, maybe you don’t know yet, but Elaine has a boyfriend. The guy is a man
In the Silva Penthouse, Jasmine and Liz were shocked to learn that Patricia will be the next host of the charity event.Jasmine stood up abruptly and pointed her index finger in her enemy’s face, “WHAT IS GOING ON HERE? Patricia Borges, if you have an ounce of decency, refuse this designation IMMEDIATELY!”Patricia couldn’t hold back anymore. With a slow but dangerous voice, she questioned, “But who are you to demand anything from me?”“I am Jasmine Silva, a socialite from Blue Cove, the sister of your boyfriend who was used and dumped by you!”Sheila is bothered, “Jasmine, let’s not dwell on the past! Not even Ronaldo thinks about it anymore. Remember the dead reveler.”Jasmine sat back down, neutralized by the memory of the dead partygoer.Liz shook her head. “Patty, excuse my daughter’s bluntness, but she has a point. You don’t have the necessary qualifications to host distinguished people from society. You don’t know how to conduct a charity event and lack the talent and experienc
As graduation day approached for Matthew, he no longer needed to be religiously diligent in classes. His final paper had been submitted and highly praised by the examiners of the thesis committee.Thus, he and Walter were inspecting the Sterling Cultural Hall owned by the family for important events.The huge hall was built in such a way that people felt like they were in a European theater. If they played that music from ‘The Phantom of the Opera,’ they would get into the mood.“I’ll take on the role of the phantom,” Matthew joked as he inspected the venue from the inside.“Why? He doesn’t end up with Christine at the end of the story,” Walter quipped good-naturedly.“Doesn’t he?” Matthew smiled at him, leaving the mystery in the air.“Look at this place,” Walter marveled, running his hand over the maroon upholstered seats. “Your uncle can perform on this stage, and those who come for the auction can enjoy the attraction and place their bids right here.”“That’s the idea,” Matthew sm
Jasmine was being interrogated about a serious matter by Cindy without knowing that the journalist was hiding in the stall of the LCN bathroom.However, Cindy felt that the matter was urgent, and it didn’t matter where they discussed it, “Jasmine, did you hear me?”Jasmine sat on the bed and massaged her temple with her free hand. “Yes, I heard you. I just don’t know if it’s worth answering. I had an unsatisfactory result discussing the matter here at home.”“What happened? Is your family okay with Patty organizing the auction?” Cindy asked horrified.“I don’t know if they agree or just tolerate Patty to annoy me.” Jasmine replied with a furrowed brow, “At least my dad and brother were straightforward. My Mom lost the strength to fight and simply went with the flow.”“That’s absurd!” Cindy exclaimed, “This event is perfect for you!”“Yes, organizing charity events with the whole media spotlight on you...” Jasmine smiled bitterly, “Let me guess: you’re out too?”“Yes, Marilza Peres got
Inside the main hall of the Sterling Cultural Hall, Alice and Patricia took the time to explain to Liz what’s going on.“Liz, we’ve decided to make peace with Andreia and appreciate Vicente’s talent as a pianist,” Alice explains, “He stopped being lazy and promised to support himself with his talent.”Liz was astonished. “Really? Why haven’t we read about this in Marilza Peres’ column?”“Do I sense an accusation in that?” Patricia narrowed her eyes.“Well...” Liz smirked cunningly, “I noticed how she practically monopolized the communication between the Sterling family and the public.”“And what’s wrong with that?” Patricia lifted her chin proudly, “We just made sure LCN didn’t send someone like Cindy, who would forcibly write an unfair and biased article.”“If only the Silva family had that privilege...” Liz taunted.“Liz, the gossip around Sterling Mansion is that Jasmine is poaching Cindy. So, don’t worry, you’ll have an exclusive journalist.”“What? I don’t agree with that,” Liz l
Jasmine and Liz meet at the Siren Restaurant for lunch.At the table, they place their order with the waiter. Another waiter has already served dry wine for them.“I can’t believe you managed to interact with Patricia Borges without wanting to slap her, Mom,” Jasmine complained.“Believe me, daughter. I wanted to. But what I have in desire, I also have in self-control.” Liz sipped her wine, “If we don’t have control over our impulses, life would be more complicated.”“Where is the complication?” Jasmine smiled ironically, “Slapping Patricia is life.”“Oh, my dear, we’ll never prosper that way.” Liz complained, “Meanwhile, your enemy continues to thrive, being trained by Alice Sterling to lead a charity auction.”“By the way, shouldn’t the great families of Blue Cove mobilize to donate something, right?” Jasmine narrowed her eyes.“Definitely. Why, do you have something to donate?”“How much do you think someone would pay for that Backstreet Boys poster I have in my room?” Jasmine smil
The day of Vanda Borges’ first book signing event had arrived.At the official Golden Letters bookstore, fans and enthusiasts of Jackson and Patricia decided to honor their mother, especially because she had written a novel that was popular among readers.Vanda Borges’ book, ‘The CEO Who Loved Me,’ was available in both physical and digital formats.Elaine was at the bookstore monitoring digital sales. When Augusto gave the ‘go ahead’, several clicks and an increase in traffic were recorded on the website.“Look, Augusto!” Elaine pointed to the computer. “People are clicking to learn about Vanda’s work!”“Interesting. That means she’s going to sell well.” Augusto rejoiced.Vanda arrived with her family. The writer was wearing a black pantsuit with a white blouse, and her hairstyle was modern and suited her bone structure. Jackson and Hélio did not disappoint in their style.Patricia was immediately swarmed by flashes, with reporters following her like she was the main attraction.“Mis
Cindy smiles a little as she realizes she managed to get Ronaldo’s attention by telling him the truth that Matthew and Patricia conveniently hid from everyone.Ronaldo gets up and goes to the wardrobe. He chooses a black t-shirt, chino pants, and a blazer to go out.“What are you doing?” Cindy is in doubt.“Do you expect me to hear something like this and stay still?” Ronaldo puts on the shirt, “I’m going right now to Vanda Borges’ book launch.”Cindy hides her excitement. “Really? Do you know about the launch?”“Everyone knows. This was aired on all kinds of media. You also found out without even being a fan of hers.” Ronaldo comments as he puts on the pants.“Unfortunately, it’s like certain TV shows that you’re not interested in, but people keep talking about,” Cindy says as she crosses her arms.“Okay, Cindy, thank you very much for the information. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell Jasmine.” Ronaldo asks.“Is it really serious about the sedatives?” Cindy belittles her friend.
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