All Chapters of Written in the Stars: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The sun had set in Cuiabá, painting the sky in warm shades of orange and pink as the family gathered to face the difficult moment that lay ahead. Loreta's, Bruno's mother, funeral would take place the next day, and the pain of loss hung in the air.In Nilton's house, where everyone had settled, the atmosphere was laden with emotion. Isabel, Antônio, and Emanoel played together in the backyard, attempting to lighten the heaviness that hung over the family. Helena and Bruno, even amidst the sadness, exchanged knowing glances as they awaited the arrival of the challenging moment.The next day, the funeral was a testimony of love and respect for Loreta. Nilton and Bruno shared stories illustrating the vibrant life she had led before Alzheimer's clouded her mind. Isabel, Antônio, and Emanoel, even without fully understanding the depth of the situation, sensed the heavy atmosphere and stayed close to their parents for comfort.The burial was a silent farewell, each family member placing a f

The kitchen was filled with the enticing aroma of lunch that Helena was preparing while Regina and Marcelo remained in the living room with their children, Isabel, Antônio, and Emanoel. Regina fanned herself with a handkerchief, even with the air conditioning on at the lowest possible temperature. Marcelo, beside her, tried to calm her down.“Cut it out, Mom. You're going to freeze everyone with the air conditioning on full blast,” Marcelo said, attempting to defuse the situation.Regina, with an uncomfortable expression, retorted, “It's impossible; I feel like I'm on fire. Helena could have chosen any place to settle down, and she picks this end of the world.”Marcelo, trying to reassure her, said, “Mom, please, stop it. We're fine, and Helena is treating us very well.”Isabel, the eldest, intervened with her precocious wisdom. “You're wrong, Grandma. The end of the world is Cape Horn in Chile.”Regina, looking at her granddaughter with disdain, replied, “And since when do you, a chi

The sun began to bid farewell on the horizon, painting the sky with gentle shades of orange and blue as Helena parked the pickup truck in the garage. She took a deep breath, feeling the tension of the afternoon still lingering, but seeing her children playing in the garden brought a sense of calm.Isabel, Antônio, and Emanoel ran across the lawn, immersed in their games, oblivious to the challenges the adult world could bring. Helena approached slowly, admiring them. As she joined them, she crouched down to their level.“Do you know how special you are?” Helena began, looking into her children's eyes.The curious gazes of the children fixed on their mother, eager for the conversation. Helena continued with a gentle yet firm voice, “I want you to promise me something. Promise me that you will never let anyone treat you as if you are worth less than you truly are.”Surprised by their mother's request, the children nodded in unison. “We promise, Mom,” Isabel replied, while Antônio and Em

The room in the house in Cuiabá was filled with tension, with the gazes of Helena and Bruno revealing the gravity of the unfolding conversation. Helena took the initiative, suggesting that they needed to decide what to do with the farm. Her mother's suggestion to sell the property lingered in the air as a sensible option.“Bruno, we need to seriously consider the idea of selling the farm. It's getting increasingly dangerous, especially with Graciliano on the loose there,” Helena argued, seeking a prudent solution to the situation.Bruno's response was firm and uncompromising. “I'm not selling the farm.”Perplexed by her husband's inflexibility, Helena calmly asked, “So, what do you intend to do?”Bruno's response carried determination. “I'll run the farm on my own.”Helena vehemently disagreed with this decision. “Bruno, this is madness! The farm is becoming dangerous, and facing Graciliano alone is not the solution.”Bruno, looking seriously at Helena, responded with conviction, “I'l

The guest room was illuminated by the gentle golden glow of the lamp as Helena adjusted the sheets and pillows. Her heart raced, and tension hung in the air. The possibility of Dante being Bruno's son loomed like a shadow, leaving Helena uneasy. It was when Bruno entered the room, interrupting her thoughts.“I imagine you're wondering if I knew about Dante,” Bruno said, breaking the silence.Helena turned to face Bruno, her eyes serious. “Did you know?”Bruno shook his head. “No, Helena, I swear I didn't know. I found out today at the gate when Rosária and Dante arrived.”Bruno's response didn't completely ease the tension on Helena's shoulders. “So, we need to do a DNA test to confirm paternity,” Helena stated, seeking clarity in the situation.Bruno nodded. “Alright, we can do the test. But, Helena, I feel like Dante is my son. Not just because of the prophecy, but there's something about him that feels familiar.”Helena crossed her arms, looking at Bruno seriously. “We can't rely s