Sterling Mansion, Matthew’s suite.Matthew and Elaine stirred awake in the soft embrace of the sheets. They both jolted slightly at the sound of their alarm clocks beeping in unison, a fitting prelude to the day ahead.“Good morning, darling! How was your sleep?” Matthew’s voice was warm, with affection as he turned to face Elaine.“Wonderful, my love,” she replied, her smile brightening the room, reflecting the gentle morning light.For a moment, they lay there, reveling in the simplicity of the morning quiet.Matthew, seemingly deep in thought, broke the spell of tranquility. “Before I went to bed, I was thinking…”Elaine perked up, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “About what?”Leaning against the plush headboard, Elaine offered him her full attention, while Matthew remained nestled under the covers, his mind racing.“To keep any rumors from leaking to the press that we’re having issues, we could meet our grandparents in the Caribbean and have our well-deserved honeymoon. What do
Sterling Mansion, dining room.Sheila had just finished her breakfast. Sipping the last of her coffee, she took a moment to savor the tranquility before her day began.Evan, the ever-reliable butler, approached with a respectful nod. "How was your breakfast, Madame Sterling?" he inquired, his tone showing genuine interest."Excellent, Evan," Sheila replied, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.There was a lightness in her demeanor that hinted at a greater source of joy."And has Young Matthew come down yet?" Evan asked, shifting his gaze toward the staircase that led to the second floor, where her son might emerge at any moment.A mischievous smile broke across Sheila's face. "If Elaine was smart, which I believe she was, she jumped on my son and is ‘treating him badly’ with his hands cuffed to the headboard!"Evan's face turned a deep shade of crimson, caught off guard by her candid remark."Er... Does that mean they’ve made up?" he stammered, curious yet cautious."Yes," she confirme
In Matthew’s suite, the scene could be described as some quiet chaos. Elaine stood by the entrance, her hand poised on the doorknob as she turned to face Sheila, who was already dressed for the day.With delicate fingers, Sheila adjusted her mother-of-pearl earrings, an elegant choice for her position at work.“Hi, Sheila! Do you want to talk to Matt?” Elaine asked, her voice casual.Sheila raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “I think I’d better come back another time.”Elaine shrugged, her resolve unshaken. “Well, I’m off to work.”“Darling, are you sure that’s wise? Matt told me what happened,” Sheila pressed, alluding to the situation occurred at Golden Letters.“Sheila, Jonah Lopes is our best writer. He will maintain discretion.” Elaine’s determination was evident, despite the trepidation flickering in her eyes.“Still, this is all my fault. I should have gone with you to talk to him,” Sheila admitted with regret.Elaine softened. “If you think it will help... Well, I
Andrade Clinic’s reception area buzzed with activity. Andreia, Vicente, and Nathan were preparing to leave, with Vicente lending a supportive hand to help Nathan walk more steadily.Linda, engrossed in her work at her desk, barely noticed the trio approaching until their voices erupted in a barrage of accusations.“I hope you’re satisfied, Miss Andrade!” Andreia’s voice cut through the air.Linda looked up from her papers, her expression one of startled confusion. “Huh? What happened here, what did I do wrong?”Vicente’s voice was sharp and unyielding. “When were you going to tell us that you’re the sister of the escort who got my son drunk?”Linda’s eyes widened in shock. She stood frozen for a few moments, unable to process the revelation.Nathan, feeling uncomfortable, tried to intervene. “Dad, Bella isn’t an escort.”“The gossip columns say otherwise,” Vicente shot back, his tone heavy with indignation.Linda snapped back to reality, her composure returning as she addressed Vicent
Andreia sat at her desk in the Urbano Magazine office. Her face was a mask of exasperation as she listened to the static-filled conversation on her cellphone.The recent revelations about Bella and Nathan had clearly taken their toll.She was calling the Cardoso family house, where Zilda was happily humming a tune from the 70s while doing the dishes.Her cheerful demeanor contrasts to the conversation she was about to have.“I think I should tell my husband to get a walker for our dear daughter,” Zilda mused aloud. “How lucky she is to finally have a boyfriend who loves her and pounds her mercilessly all night long—”The sudden ringing of Cindy’s phone interrupted Zilda's twisted thoughts. She answered with an almost playful tone. “Hello?”“Mrs. Cardoso? I’m sorry, I dialed the wrong number,” came the voice of Andreia, clearly distressed.Zilda, still in a playful mood, responded, “No, my dear, this is my daughter’s phone.”Andreia’s voice held a note of concern. “Uh... really? Is som
Gibraltar Club. Patricia and Bryce were discussing something interesting about Karl. Patricia leans forward. “What do you mean, Bryce? Your dad, Mr. Hudson, knows Lawrence?” “Yeah, they were in the office today, chatting like old friends, catching up on gossip.” Bryce jokes, “They were talking about someone who was getting involved with his wife.” Patricia is taken aback. “Wow, someone is messing with Larry's wife? Is she going along with it?” “How would I know? I didn’t get there in time to hear that.” Bryce furrows his brow. “Well, I need to be fair and admit that Larry is charming, even though he’s older than I am. It doesn’t surprise me that he’s married; they usually are. But the wife must be very promiscuous and foolish not to appreciate what a great husband he is.” “I’m hearing a lot of praise coming from you, huh?” Bryce jokes again, sipping more of his Bellini. Patricia bursts out laughing. “Ha, ha, ha... Don’t be ridiculous, Bryce! If Ron hears me, he’ll freak out. An
Sheila enters Elaine’s office with a worried expression but feels relieved to find her daughter-in-law safely seated at her desk, reviewing the final production of Jonah Lopes’s upcoming novel cover.“Ah, Elaine, I’m so glad you’re here!”Elaine is surprised by her mother-in-law’s relief. “Sheila, what’s wrong? You seem like you thought I was in danger.”Sheila closes the door. “Indeed, I did think so. I said I wanted to come with you over here.”Elaine smiles, dismissing the idea. “You had other commitments, and I didn’t want to mess your appointments because of me.”Sheila approaches the desk. “Anything interesting?”“Come see how the cover of Jonah Lopes’s next novel turned out.” Elaine proudly points to the monitor.Sheila walks around the desk and faces the screen. Indeed, the cover is stunning and eye-catching.Sheila squints, intrigued. “Wait, I remember Ron was wearing pants...”Elaine grins mischievously. “Your nephew is quite a handsome man, Sheila. Our readers deserve to th
Vicente and Walter are chatting in Young Mr. Andrade’s office.“How nice for you to have your own office, huh?” Vicente looks around the well-furnished, masculine office.“Pay attention, Mr. Gouveia.” Walter snaps his fingers.“Well then, my son claims that Miss Alvares’s brother showed up in his room outside visiting hours, threatening him. What are we going to do about it, young man? The security of this clinic has been completely lacking, don’t you think?”“I’m awaiting confirmation from the internal monitoring filming team, Mr. Gouveia.” Walter points to the computer, “Though I am inclined to accept your accusation.”Vicente is surprised, thinking he would face resistance and disbelief. “Oh, thank you very much.”“Linda hasn’t denied to me that her brother could act that way,” Walter admits in a professional tone. “He was very upset about the car accident they were in.”“OK, I admit I also didn’t like hearing that my son and Miss Alvares nearly drowned after drunkenly ‘driving’ in
Gustavo had just finished driving and maneuvering a forklift. When he stepped out, he noticed a commotion of workers not far away. It seemed they were congratulating someone.“Hmm... Is it someone’s birthday?” Gustavo smiled and walked over to them.Gustavo realized that Kirk was the center of attention and stopped in his tracks.Kirk, for his part, smiled at Gustavo - mockingly? “Hey, Gus! Come hear the big news!”Gustavo approached with disbelief in his eyes. “Are you going to keep working here?”“Your dream has come true!” Kirk exclaimed so loudly that even those who weren’t close could hear. “I’m going to work somewhere else!”The phrase made a few heads turn toward Gustavo. What? He was hoping Kirk would get fired?Gustavo noticed that those who turned to him did not have friendly expressions.“Hey, take it easy! I didn’t mean to dig Kirk’s grave.”“What did you want with our friend then?” someone asked.“I wanted to know, at my father’s request, if Kirk would be staying with us
Elaine and Liz continued to discuss their plan. “Did you expect to achieve something after falling onto the coffee table?” Liz asked. Elaine stood up and went to a table where a thermos was placed. While pouring two cups, she replied, “I need to confess something. The whole thing was my idea.” Liz’s eyes widened. “You... planned to fall onto my coffee table?” “It all happened so fast, more of an impulse than a plan,” Elaine responded, approaching her friend with the cups. Liz picked one of the cups, replying, “You were being pulled by the hair by Patricia, caught a glimpse of the coffee table, and decided to throw yourself onto it so that I would think it was Patricia who maliciously threw you onto it. That way, my reaction of horror and outrage would be genuine.” “Exactly, girl. That’s why I winked at you to calm down.” Elaine sat back down, balancing her cup in her left hand. “Elaine, you took a huge risk!” Liz was flabbergasted. “You could have hurt yourself badly, bleed to
Liz visits Golden Letters and opens Elaine’s office door. “Elaine, can I have a word with you?” “Liz! Come in, my friend!” Elaine smiled and gestured. Liz hurriedly closed the door as if it were necessary. Elaine continued, “I’ve called you several times.” “Sorry, friend. I wanted to visit you on Sunday, but I was busy.” Liz pulled out a chair and sat down. “That’s alright. I was discharged; it wasn’t anything serious.” Elaine winked. “Are you sure, friend?” Liz decided to take a chance and asked, “It seemed like I saw you wink at me...” “Yes, I was fine. You were so desperate, thinking I was going to bleed to death.” Elaine was carefree. “That’s what I thought.” Liz calmed down. “Still, I made sure to cause the biggest scene in the clinic’s lobby, blaming Patty for everything.” “And did it work?” Elaine’s eyes sparkled. “Not exactly.” Liz shook her head. “Our husbands showed up and killed my buzz.” Elaine’s excitement faded. “As always, Matt defending that shameless trou
Silva Oil Company, Ronaldo’s office, around ten in the morning. Jackson explains to Ronaldo why Gustavo might not be suitable to be a model. “Gustavo is trying too hard, insisting too much, being inappropriate. That’s not how things work,” Jackson said with authority. “Take my case: I NEVER thought about being famous. All I wanted was to stay in my corner, posting my routine on social media. The thing is, people who make things happen discovered me, prepared me, and the rest you already know.” “I get it. When it’s meant to happen, it will happen. No rush, no anxiety – and without being a pain in the neck,” Ronaldo laughed. “Did he happen to approach you again?” “Patty ended up talking about Vasconcelos Fabrics, and he had that gleam in his eyes as if we had already made plans!” Jackson exclaimed, exasperated. Ronaldo lost some of his excitement. “Jackson, do you suspect that this Gustavo is getting too close to my fiancée?” “The guy really thinks he’s the best thing since sliced
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