Todos los capítulos de Written in the Stars: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

The farm atmosphere was imbued with the aura of happiness that lingered over the newlyweds, Antônio and Melissa. After the cake cutting and warm farewells, the couple set off for their honeymoon, taking along their adorable daughter, little Sofia. As the guests dispersed slowly, Bruno's family nucleus remained together, including Dante, Isabel, and Emanoel.Helena, regarding Bruno with a gentle expression of nostalgia, remarked on the party. “It was a wonderful celebration,” she said, her gaze lost amidst the memories the event had stirred.Bruno agreed, a tender smile crossing his face.“Yes, it truly was,” he concurred, his eyes meeting Helena's in a meaningful glance.Their daughter, Isabel, interrupted the moment with an innocent question.“Why don't you and Leandro stay here at the farm? It's already late, and I'm sure Dad wouldn't mind,” she asked, looking at Helena with curiosity.Leandro prom

Bruno stood on the doorstep, perplexed by the sudden appearance of the mysterious woman. He furrowed his brow, trying to understand how she knew where he lived and what she was doing there.“How do you know where I live? And what are you doing here?” he asked, his voice sounding cautious.The woman smiled enigmatically, her lips painted red curving into an intriguing smile.“Oh, Bruno, always so direct,” she said, her voice soft and melodious. “You told the investigator to send me to you. The gypsy you've been searching for so long, the one who has the answers you seek.”Bruno became even more confused by the woman's enigmatic words. He took two steps out of the house, approaching her cautiously. His eyes ran over the woman's exotic attire, her sparkling jewels catching the sunlight.“I don't understand,” he admitted, his expression a mix of curiosity and suspicion. “What do you mean by answers?

The morning began to sketch its first rays of sunshine over Bruno's farm, enveloping it in a gentle luminosity. In the quiet kitchen, Bruno moved with the familiarity of one who masters the environment, preparing breakfast before his children awakened to face the new day. As Bruno finished brewing the coffee, the soft sound of footsteps approaching caught his attention. In an instant, his daughter Isabel appeared in the kitchen doorway, her presence radiating a youthful and infectious energy. Isabel regarded Bruno with a radiant smile, revealing the joy of seeing him again. “I've been missing the smell of your coffee so much,” she confessed, expressing her appreciation for the morning routine with her father. Bruno returned Isabel's smile, feeling grateful to share that moment with his daughter. He poured a mug of coffee for Isabel, his skilled hands performing the gesture with inherent tenderness. “I've been missing serving coffee to my daughter,” Bruno admitted, his eyes shinin

Helena walked through the bustling streets of São Paulo, lost in her thoughts as she searched for the perfect dress for her courthouse wedding. Although it wasn't a traditional ceremony, Helena wanted to find something special to mark the significant moment in her life. However, she was determined to avoid white, a color associated with purity and youth, something she had left behind long ago. After all, at fifty years old, Helena was no longer a young innocent, but a mature woman who knew what she wanted. Entering the tenth store on that busy street, Helena felt a mixture of hope and anxiety. She rummaged through the racks in search of the perfect dress, examining every detail carefully while trying to visualize how she would feel in each model. Finally, she found a light blue, flared, and elegant dress. As she looked at herself in the mirror, Helena imagined wearing that dress at her wedding, feeling confident and beautiful. However, her thoughts were interrupted when a young man

Helena was standing in front of the mirror in her room, observing herself with a mixture of anxiety and resignation in her gaze. The light blue dress she had chosen for her registry office wedding with Leandro seemed heavier than she had imagined. She smoothed the folds of the flared fabric as she tried to convince herself that she was making the right choice. The door to the room opened gently, and Emanoel entered, wearing an expression of admiration on his face. His eyes, so much like those of his father, Bruno, conveyed a mix of pride and tenderness as he watched his mother. “You look beautiful, Mom,” Emanoel said, his voice laden with sincerity. Helena lifted her gaze to meet her son's eyes, feeling touched by his words. “Thank you, my dear,” she replied, her voice choked with emotion. “It means a lot to me to hear that from you.” Emanoel smiled, his expression radiant. “I'm glad to be a part of this moment with you,” he said, his voice brimming with joy. “And about Paris... i