Sheila sat at the dining table in the Sterling Mansion, savoring her breakfast with a contented smile. The successful dinner from the previous night had left her in a good mood. She was alone when Evan entered the room.“Has Young Matthew and Mrs. Sterling already left?” Evan asked.“Yes, Evan. Now you can say whatever you want,” Sheila responded playfully.Evan chuckled. “I didn’t mean that, madam.”Sheila smiled. “I know.”She glanced out the window, reminiscing. “I can hardly believe I managed to get everything ready for my little one to enjoy himself in the Bahamas.”Evan sat down and served himself some brioche. “I sincerely hope Young Matthew finds happiness,” he said earnestly.Before Sheila could reply, Jarbas entered the room, looking slightly embarrassed.“What’s wrong, Jarbas?” Sheila asked, noticing his expression.“Has Young Matthew and Mrs. Sterling already gone to the Caribbean?” he inquired.“Yes, they have. Why?”Jarbas let out a sigh of relief, unable to hide it. “Mi
Cindy was fully recovered, brimming with energy as she sat at the breakfast table, ready to rush off to work. Her beige suit was crisp and neatly pressed, her hair styled into an elegant bun — she looked every bit the perfect journalist.Across the table, her parents Zilda and Germano sat in uneasy silence, hesitant to speak.“Can someone pass me the butter?” Cindy asked, pointing across the table.Germano, reaching for the butter, didn’t pass it right away. “Not until you tell us if you plan on moving out of here,” he said firmly.Cindy rolled her eyes in disbelief. “Seriously? Are we doing this again?”“We’re just worried about you,” Zilda said gently.“Worried to the point where I can’t make my own decisions?” Cindy shot back, annoyed.Germano leaned in, his tone more serious. “You don’t understand the consequences of your choices.”Cindy, now more practical, set her utensils down. “Dad, you don’t approve of me and Jackson showing any affection under your roof. I get it. It’s your
In the office of Silva Oil Company, Ronaldo and Patricia share a passionate kiss. Their desire for one another intensifies, and as Ronaldo begins to untie Patricia’s blouse, she suddenly pulls back, remembering where they are.“Oops! Honey, take it easy. Let’s set a wedding date first,” Patricia says, gently but firmly.Ronaldo, visibly embarrassed, steps back. “Sorry, darling. I didn’t mean to make you feel cheap and vulgar.”Patricia smiles affectionately. “You’re not. In fact, if I’d met you earlier, I’d still be a virgin, saving myself for marriage, just like my parents.”Ronaldo retreats behind his desk, his mood shifting to something more somber. “I always thought Matt was a gentleman.”Patricia shakes her head. “No, he wasn’t. He was sleeping with Cindy Cardoso before he even cared about me. And then, when Elaine decided she wouldn’t sleep with anyone before marriage, Matt somehow convinced her otherwise. I’ll never forget the day Elaine came down the mansion’s stairs wearing o
Andreia was taken aback by Cindy's unwavering determination to marry Jackson.“Cindy, I admire your courage, but…” Andreia masked her fear, “how do you plan to pull this off?”Cindy smirked, “What do you mean?”“It seems like you’ve got a plan,” Andreia suggested.“And what if I do?” Cindy replied, her tone cynical. “My parents did something behind my back with Jackson’s parents. They were in cahoots.”“What does that have to do with anything?” Andreia asked, now confused.“If they can scheme, so can I.”Andreia’s voice wavered, “Cindy, you’re scaring me.”“Don’t worry, my dear friend,” Cindy reassured. “I’m scheming for the victory of love.”“I think you and Jackson have had more than enough love over the last few days,” Andreia teased. “I had to rely on Judson and Yasmin to cover the latest breaking news.”“Yasmin? That rookie who started yesterday?!” Cindy erupted, clearly upset.Andreia remained professional. “Yasmin didn’t start ‘yesterday.’ She’s been here for months, and she di
In Ronaldo’s office at Silva Oil Company, the morning tension is tough. Patricia, trembling with anxiety, is caught off guard by Fernando’s sudden announcement about Liz’s opposition.“I can’t believe this, Nando... This can’t be happening!” Patricia’s voice wavers.Both Ronaldo and Fernando, clearly distressed, move towards her at the same time, intending to comfort her.Their eyes meet awkwardly, locking in a brief moment of discomfort.Fernando, feeling the sting of jealousy, steps back, allowing Ronaldo to embrace his fiancée.“Thank you, my love,” Patricia says, unaware of the tension between the father and son.“I’m sorry, Patty,” Fernando says softly, guilt evident in his voice. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”“It’s not your fault, Dad,” Ronaldo interjects, shaking his head. “Mom’s the one who owes an apology. This is just wrong.”Patricia, her face filled with sadness, sighs deeply. “Why can’t I love a man in peace? Are we going to have to break up too, Ron?”Ronaldo pulls her c
At the Sterling Empire headquarters, Sheila, Evan, and Thomas sat attentively around Sheila’s desk, listening to the ongoing podcast.At the podcast studio, Jorge and Jonah were in the midst of a conversation while Karl and Cindy stood in the background.“Jonah, what do you think about having Patty Borges and Ron Silva on the cover of your romance?” Jorge asked with a mischievous grin.Jonah, trying to stay polite, responded, “Golden Letters really outdid themselves, bringing us back to the days when ‘bodice rippers’ were all the rage with women.”Jorge chuckled. “But let’s be honest, didn’t it seem like Ron Silva was wearing his birthday suit instead of an old-fashioned lord’s attire? Patty’s flowing dress helps cover it up, but my followers sure noticed.”The entire studio erupted in laughter, even Jonah loosened up and joined in.“I was assured Ron Silva was decent,” Jonah said playfully. “But for my readers... I’ll leave that to their imagination.”“Fair enough... But you have no
In his office of Silva Oil Company, Fernando sits at his desk, a worried expression on his face as he speaks on the phone.“Yes, Dad, you and Mom have a big problem ahead,” Fernando says.He pauses, listening. “What can I do? I can’t discipline Liz like I’m her father... You really think so? I don’t know, my relationship with her seems normal.”Suddenly, Ronaldo bursts into the room, glaring at his father.“We need to talk, Dad!” Ronaldo snaps.“Hold on, Dad,” Fernando says into the phone, trying to stay calm as he glances at Ronaldo. “I’m on the phone with your grandfather.”“Tell Grandpa you’ve been getting too close to my fiancée!” Ronaldo shouts, his voice full of accusation.For a moment, Fernando is frozen in shock. Then, he pulls himself together.“Uh, Dad, I’ll have to call you back. Something’s come up with my son.”He ends the call and stands, his face hardening with anger as he faces Ronaldo.“What did you just say?” Fernando asks, his tone sharp.“You heard me, Dad. Or are
At the Andrade Clinic, Zachary and Jacqueline were sitting comfortably on the sofa, chatting softly, while Charles took care of the work Walter should have been handling, had he not excused his mischievous son.“Where's the quality control report that Walt completed?” Charles asked.Zachary, noticing the situation, suggested, “Maybe you should call him?”Charles hesitated, clearly embarrassed. “My boy partied too hard and is resting in his room. I gave strict orders not to disturb him.”Zachary furrowed his brow at the word “disturb.” It seemed like an odd choice.Jacqueline, ever sweet, reminded Zachary, “You still haven't checked who's been calling you nonstop.”“Don't worry, I turned off my phone,” Zachary reassured her, though he knew exactly who had been calling and didn't want to upset Jacqueline.Reluctantly, he reached into the pocket of his khakis and switched the phone back on.Instantly, the phone exploded with notifications — messages, missed calls — one after another.Jac