“No, Luana. Nothing like what you’re thinking happened.” Mark re-entered her office. Luana took the opportunity to close the door, eager for more details. “I wanted to talk to Brie about it,” Mark explained. “Brie is at the ‘Colorful Kisses’ studios,” Luana clarified, softening her expression. “And how are you?” “I’m fine. But I received a rather discouraging report from Karl,” Mark sighed. “It seems you were right about Celia.” Luana smiled victoriously. “She really has been acting like a floozy, huh?” “It seems her private parts have become ‘publicly accessible,’” Mark shook his head. “So, what are we going to do? Fire her?” Luana’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. “Not yet. As her ex-husband who failed to provide the necessary and desired support, I need to keep her in the company to make up for it,” Mark replied in a conciliatory tone. But Luana didn’t want to care about that. “What do you mean? Mark, that’s completely absurd! You have no more obligations to that girl! Yo

Mark looked directly at Briana before replying. Maybe he sensed something in her question. “It's not a matter of wanting, my dear. It’s a matter of duty. There’s no one else ahead of me to take the throne of Aurelia. Yes, I could abdicate and let someone else take over — I don’t even know who that is.” Mark laughed at the last part. He truly hadn’t had time for these details while he was busy commanding Aurelia’s Armed Forces. Briana let go of his embrace and pointed to the documents she brought. “I was at the ‘Colorful Kisses’ studios. Luana said you looked for me.” Mark remembered the other matter he wanted to discuss with Briana. He frowned. “Yes, but it’s not about the reign. It seems Luana was right about her complaints regarding Celia behaving immorally.” Briana rolled her eyes. “Ugh, I wish Luana would let that rivalry die!” “But it wasn’t Luana, dear.” Mark sat on the edge of the desk. “It was Karl who witnessed something... unpleasant.” “Hmm... now I’m curious...” Bri

The next day dawned promising rain this time. The tide was rough, fueling the excitement of surfers and young adventurers who enjoy challenging the rip currents. However, at Sergio’s elegant house, located in another upscale neighborhood, he didn’t seem cold despite just wearing a nearly transparent white linen pajama pants while reading the contract Heitor had handed him in the living room. Heitor avoided looking at Sergio from the waist down, impatiently waiting for his client’s signature. “This series mentioned is second to last on a list of fifty programs.” Sergio, as expected, wasn’t going to make it easy. “Heitor, you should have demanded a more prominent series.” Heitor took a deep breath as if to say, ‘Here we go...’, then said, “Sergio, you don’t understand the great opportunity you have in front of you.” “Starring in a failed series?” Sergio asked sarcastically. “No, reviving the ratings by being the person responsible for it. Can you imagine how your fans will react w

Wanting to act like the head of the family, Sandro made a decision: he gathered all his strength and spun on the floor, now on top of Nadir, causing her to let out a brief squeal of surprise. Then he managed to free himself from the blankets, sticking his head out and lying down beside his wife, panting and grimacing in pain from the fall. “This floor is so hard, it feels like solid concrete!” Sandro complained. “It’s the new porcelain tile floor, dear.” Nadir still remained hidden under the blankets. “Back to the subject, don’t you think Katrina has already complained to her father?” Sandro looked at the ceiling. “No. I heard her secretly talking to the lawyer on the phone, hiding in the library. I was going to go in and pick out a book to read,” Nadir revealed. Sandro nodded. Nadir caught her niece, but couldn’t grab the desired book, and to make up for it, she decided to pin her husband on the bed for another mischievous marathon... “It would’ve been better if you had gone i

“Hey, do you think that idiot is going to call Briana Ferro, ordering me to be blocked? Katrina Vasconcelos was the one to hire me!” Sergio puffed out his chest like a rooster. “Are you sure you'd rather be backed by HER?” Heitor grumbled. “Listen to what I have to tell you: I went to deliver the contract you signed to the headquarters, but she wasn’t there.” “She doesn’t punch the clock from nine to five.” Sergio shrugged. “In fact, I know for a fact she was in bed with someone when I called to warn her,” Heitor added, somewhat brusquely. Sergio’s eyes widened, and he made a ‘PFFF’ sound even with his mouth dry. Then he started to laugh, slowly but loudly. “HA, HA, HA... Who would’ve thought! Looks like that little slut didn’t learn her lesson, huh?” “No, she doesn’t stop. Incredible how she still hasn’t shown up pregnant.” Heitor shook his head, acting as if he were her priest. Sergio was about to suggest something, but decided not to — the idea was too controversial. Howev