Denis and Caroline Denis was upset to see Caroline after five years. She was dating Eduardo again. What's wrong with him that he's been clinging to her like a leech again? he thought with distaste. And the worst part is that he was jealous again. He really wanted to kill his cousin, right there. Maybe he should have killed him when they fought at his mansion last week, then it would make things a lot easier. Caroline was still the same, pretty and simple and very sophisticated. he groaned. I thought I was over it. Her eyes had continued to watch her since she'd entered the club. Eduardo left, and she was left alone at the table. Something made him get up and walk towards her. — Caroline. — He said and sat down in the chair that Eduardo had vacated. — Denis. "Do you still see him after all this time?" - Ah yes. Edward is a good friend. She said defensively. - Of course it is! Denis could no longer contain his anger at her. "What do you want, Dennis?" Do you want to relive the p
“I don't want expensive gifts, I don't want to be bought, I have everything I want. I just want someone to be with me, to make me feel safe and secure…” —Princess Diana. On Monday morning, Camila arrived at the office very early. And she was greeted by the scent of roses the moment she opened the door. - Oh my God! she exclaimed. Her face brightened as she saw the various roses in different colors, as well as the large white teddy bear with a red heart in her arms, which read: YOU ARE THE OWNER OF MY HEART. The chair that was facing the wall suddenly moved. Eduardo gave a firm, sensual smile. He slid his eyes over her so magnetically, she felt like he was some kind of giant magnet and she was just a tiny nail being pulled out. Her heart skipped a beat, jerking violently inside her rib cage. He's magnificent, my God. He was so devastatingly handsome that there was no way she could react any differently to the goof. Eduardo's hair looked darker than she remembered, shining
“I am human, but when I fall in love, I have no control over the situation.” - Beyonce Knowles. - Hello my princess. — Fernando Cavalcanti hugged his daughter. - What a surprise! I... I'm so glad you're here! Camila stuttered confusedly. - Edward! — Marcia exclaimed, when she saw Eduardo leaning against the wall, beside the elevator door, looking solemn. — Hello, Ms. Cavalcanti. He smiled and hugged Camila's mother. “Nice to see you again. Then she shook Fernando's hand. “Are you going out? They were waiting for the elevator, right? Marcia asked them. “Yes, we're going up. — Eduardo said at the same time that Camila said — We're going down. — Ah… ah… we were going to… - Camila looked at Eduardo, trying to reach an agreement between them. — I'm hungry, I was going to eat something. — Eduardo smiled and Camila pressed her lips together to keep from sending him to hell. "Yes, he was going to eat... I mean... we were going to eat something." “But we can do it here. — Eduardo fini
After a few minutes, they arrived at the suite. — Thank you for the ride. She said outside the door. "So does that mean you won't let me in?" Her cold treatment annoyed him a little. He sighed and shoved his hands into his pants pockets. She lifted her chin and pressed her arms over her breasts. - It's late. Good night, Edward. “Let me in, Camilla. “I know what will happen if I let you in. “Then let it happen. - No way. Just go home. I am very tired. He shrugged. - OK. I go home after a kiss. - A kiss? Do you want a kiss? - she laughed. — Good night, Edward. "I already told you, I'm only leaving after a kiss." Camila looked to both sides of the hall to make sure no one could see them. There were security cameras and she didn't want to be caught there and make headlines the next day as another lover of Eduardo Villa-Lobos. - OK. I'll let you in, but just for a minute. - Of course, no problem. Camila opened the door to the suite and he followed her inside. When he closed
Camila's orgasm was intense. It lasted a long time and even after it was over, Eduardo still continued sucking her clit. Then he kissed her thighs, belly and finally, her mouth. Camila tasted her own flavor and the satisfaction she felt was magically gone. She wanted more. She wanted him. “I want you now, Camila. I can't take it anymore. - He said with eyes clouded with desire. Eduardo stood up and took off his remaining clothes: his pants and then his underwear. When her member was freed, Camila's eyes widened. She'd already felt how manly that man had been when he'd pulled her onto his lap in his office and kissed her, but she hadn't imagined he was so…big. Oh my God, what if it doesn't fit? When she looked at him, Eduardo had a satisfied smile. He'd already seen that reaction in other women when they saw him aroused, but he wanted Camila to like it. He wanted her to know that no man was like him. He wanted to dazzle her. And he knew he had made it. He went back to
Denis and Caroline — Hello Caroline. Denis said, looking bored. 'Why am I here?' Do those people work for you? My God! You are a maniacal, crazy, arrogant bastard! I hate you! Caroline yelled at him and started punching him. — Calm down! Denis said, holding her arms tightly until she stopped. “I'm sorry for scaring you. I wasn't thinking straight. I just want to talk with you. “You could have done it using your cell phone. Or asking me for coffee. That's what normal people do. Don't bring me to Greece. This is kidnapping! “I'm sorry, Caroline. I know you're stubborn, and you sure as hell wouldn't take it if I asked you out for coffee, nor would you answer if I called. Caroline was very angry. - Take me Home. I don't want to spend another minute with you. I already excluded you from my life. “I can't take you home. - Why not? “Because I have a lot to explain to you. Caroline was silent. “We have nothing to discuss. What happened between us is no longer rel
“In the midst of difficulty lies opportunity.” —Albert Einstein. - What the hell is going on here? Fernando Cavalcanti exploded, walking into the suite and coming face to face with Eduardo. “You better have a good explanation, young man. - Calm Please. Eduardo pulled back and tightened the sheet even more on his hips. He was embarrassed to have been caught off guard in this kind of situation. He looked to his father for help, but Gregory just shrugged. Our! He wished the ground would open up and swallow him. He had never been in such a situation. — Oh Fernando, my heart. I think I'm going to have a heart attack. Marcia said, clutching her chest. Her husband went straight to her side, holding her. Eduardo felt he was in trouble. He had to think of something quick to defuse this unpleasant situation. Fernando was a friend of your father's, but he could rip your balls off for messing with his daughter like she was just any one. Then he remembered the conversation Camil
Camila, however, couldn't believe what was happening. Last night she was glad she didn't have to get married anytime soon and now here she was, on Fifth Avenue, trying on dresses after dresses for her engagement party later that night. For the love of God! She was mad at Eduardo for not being able to think of something other than a damn alliance to get rid of her parents. Camila knew her father and knew that if Eduardo hinted that what had happened to them was a one-night stand, he'd cut Eduardo's balls off. Along with the big male pack she'd seen and played with for hours and hours in bed. What a waste! But what a bag! That wasn't why she should get married. After all, she was a grown woman who might as well make her own decisions. Edward just said they would get married, and would they? He didn't own it. The more she thought about how powerful and arrogant he would feel for the rest of his life for having single-handedly made the decision to marry her, the angrier she be
Five years later Marco walked into the house with a huge smile on his face. Tonight, he and Charlotte celebrated five years of marriage blessed with children and lots of love. It seemed that with each passing day, he loved his wife more and the opposite was also true. Charlotte had become even more beautiful with advancing age and even after two pregnancies, one with twins, she was still considered one of the most beautiful women in the world, losing the match to her sister-in-law Luciana, who had leveraged her career as an international model. . Marco parked the car in the garage and the moment he opened the door, two blonde girls with identical faces ran towards him. — Papa! Daddy! Daddy! Beatriz and Juliana shouted happily. They were only three years old, but their lungs looked bigger than they were. “Hello angels of my life. I missed my little princesses. Marco kissed each of them deeply, making them laugh. "Daddy, you're tickling me." Beatriz said, pushing Marco's
“We don't even have the result yet. Charlotte smiled, unable to contain her anxiety. He sneered at her with one hand. “Oh I don't need to. I feel. There's a Villa-Lobos in here. he said, placing his big hand on top of her belly. “And he does. Camilla agreed. “I didn't believe it either when I got pregnant with Marco, but that fool knew right away. Charlotte was touched by the love she saw in their eyes. Twenty-five years had passed and they still loved each other as if they were married yesterday. She wanted that too. After an awkward and loveless life, being part of Marco's family was the greatest blessing she could have. The doctor returned to the office with a huge smile on her face. Eduardo blinked at the two women beside her, full of himself, as if he had reason. "I'll have the trousseau prepared." he said, with a giant smile. — Now all that remains is to know the color. Nicole and Luciana couldn't stop chattering when the three of them returned to the room wit
The weeks that followed were far from easy for Charlotte. In the first, immediately after her father's death appeared in the newspapers and the cause, namely her own daughter, she had to face her mother - who publicly disowned her, saying that she would never forgive her for taking her husband away from her shortly before. of being arrested by the FBI for passive corruption -, the police - to whom he had to give several explanations and describe step by step what had happened in Porto, having to prove that he had acted in self-defense - and the press, which was the worst of all. all. After the news got out, she couldn't take a step anywhere without being surrounded by reporters from all the media. Her father's criminal record was mostly revealed and was extremely extensive. Also, he had a few projects that ended up coming to light. One of them being a major action in Harlem and part of Brooklyn that would take away the housing of hundreds of people, as it included demolishing som
Patrick and Elena“Elena, there hasn't been a day that I haven't thought about you. "So while you were working out your revenge plan against my father, was it me you were thinking about?" As you tried to destroy my family's business, was it me you were thinking about? There was fire in Elena's eyes and as much as Patrick couldn't physically feel the heat emanating from them, he was afraid of being burned just like ten years ago. He panicked. “Please, please, please, Elena. He knelt at her feet. “Try to see my side. Look, I know I messed up, I see it now, but I was wrecked. - Then he started crying. “I was scared, ashamed, filled with pain… I didn't know how to guide myself. Closing her eyes tightly and turning away, Elena tried to run away from the pain in Felipe's eyes. She laughed sadly and shook her head. She didn't know if she should refer to the man with her in that room that way. Felipe was sweet, kind and never, not in a thousand years, would he hurt her. But Pat
Patrick and Elena Elena couldn't believe it. Her breath hitched as she tried to absorb what she had just discovered. How had Felipe escaped the fire on the hill? And why did he use the name Patrick Matarazzo now? "How come I didn't connect the dots earlier?" Elena wondered, remembering everything that man had told her. An arson, isn't that what he told you? How could she not have guessed? Dammit, she didn't even think about it. But she couldn't blame herself. She never thought that Patrick could be Felipe because deep down she imagined that if he had survived that hellish night, she would have looked for her immediately. That was the image she had of the guy she knew and loved. It didn't cross her mind for a miserable moment that he would one day become such a calculating man. But where did his father fit into this story? Why did Patrick do what he did with his family's company? Why did he bring his father almost to ruin? Or rather, why did she hate him so much? Even
- Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Eduardo roared with rage. James Hardy had called him a few minutes ago, telling him about the ill-fated FBI raid on Senator Bernard McKeena's home. Apparently, he had spies inside the agency and already knew about part of the operation, so his men managed to get him out of prison, killing four federal agents and a detective in the process. It was obvious that at that moment he was preparing to leave the country. And maybe never come back. Something that raised every hair on Eduardo's body. “Darling, calm down. Camila asked, fearing that her husband would end up having a health problem. “How am I going to calm down? That worm put my son in a coma just because he got a few bumps. What do you think he's going to do with the rest of us when he finds out I'm the one who gave him to the police for good? That's if he doesn't already know. “Marco will be fine. - Yes go. But I don't want to spend the rest of my life fearing that at any moment he or you or Luc
Marco was taken to a specially monitored room. His condition was not really serious, the doctors had said that when his body was ready he would wake up, but it was good to always keep an eye on him for any changes in the condition. Not many people were allowed to stay there for long, so after each of the family members saw him, only Camila, his mother, was able to spend the night with him. Charlotte would have liked to have had that honor, but she understood that the poor woman was desperate to be close to her son and besides, she had to help Edward get his father. Around two in the morning, Patrick's investigators and Eduardo himself contacted him. They already had the evidence they needed to turn Bernard over to the police. Not only the ones that linked him to the attack on Marco, but also a video recovered from years ago in which the senator plotted Thomas' death with two mobsters. Yes, mobsters. James Hardy identified them on the recording. They were men of the mobster wa
- It is clear. Charlotte felt a lump in her throat. She wanted to see Marco, she wanted to be with him when she got out of surgery, but she also wanted to help with the evidence against her father. Eduardo got up and started to walk down the hall back to the waiting room. But he stopped before walking through the cafeteria door, looking at Charlotte. “Thanks for that, Charlotte. - He smiled. — I'll talk to Camila, I'm sure when she's calmer, she'll reconsider her words. “Thank you, sir. Please just... let me know if he comes out of surgery before we get back. — Yes, notice. Keep me informed of developments. Matarazzo Corporation's IT technician was analyzing the images captured by the camera, which, thank God, was still recording in good performance. Patrick and Charlotte had been with him for over an hour, and as cooperative as she was, her mind hadn't left the hospital. She just wanted to know about the man she loved. - Charlotte? Charlotte? “Uh, what? - She blinke
"I must apologize for my wife, Ms. McKeena. Eduardo sat in the chair next to Charlotte's, giving her an apologetic smile. "She's nervous and... — Don't worry, Mr. Villa-Lobos. Charlotte smiled back at him. “I understand perfectly. “Hello, Charlotte. - Patrick greeted her, sitting down too. — Patrick. And Elena? “She stayed there with my wife. – Edward informed. "But tell me, why did you want to talk to us?" Charlotte shifted in her chair so she could look the two men in the eye – even if she had to lift her head very high to do so. “I can help you find the biker who shot Marco and put the person responsible in jail. “And how can you help? Sorry, I don't mean to be skeptical, but I don't see how you can help. — I know who is responsible for sending Marco to the hospital, Mr. Villa-Lobos. - As? Who is it? — Eduardo scowled, already preparing himself for what he thought he was going to hear. “It was my father. After Marco told me the truth about my brother's death