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're all a little weird. And life is a little strange. And when we find someone whose weirdness matches ours, we join that person and fall into this mutually satisfying weirdness we call true love.” — Robert Fulghum.Eduardo Villa-Lobos began to lose patience, his lips were pressed together with irritation. He continued to stare at the top of Cavalcanti Mansion's grand carpeted staircase, then back at his Rolex.Where the hell was she? It had been fifteen minutes since they got there and still no sign of her. Damn, she was wasting her time. He gritted his teeth and ran a frustrated hand through his unruly black hair.He stood up and stuffed his hands in his pockets, emphasizing her height and lean, yet muscular body. The rich contour of her shoulders strained against the fabric of his gray Armani suit, exuding power and confidence.He moved closer to the life-size portrait that hung in the center of the living room. His bright blue eyes studied the portrait sharply. It was a picture
"Love me or hate me, both are in my favor... If you love me, I will always be in your heart. If you hate me, I will always be in your mind." — William ShakespearePetrópolis- Camila! What are you doing here?- Hi, aunt. Camila looked so downcast, carrying a briefcase in her left hand and a large bag over her shoulder. His sunglasses hid his brown eyes.- My God! What are you doing here? You had to be with your fiancé right now, right? Her aunt Beatriz almost screamed. She was shocked to see her niece on her doorstep.Beatriz Rodrigues was the younger sister of Camila's mother, Márcia. She was in her late forties, had no children, and wasn't even married. She lived in Petrópolis, where the Cavalcanti's ancestral home was located.“He's not my fiancé. I'm not marrying that idiot. – Camila said as she entered her aunt's house and sat directly on the antique sofa."Did you find him at your house today?"- No. I left before he saw me.- Oh God. Beatriz's eyes widened. - Because you left?
“I can't tell you that I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second, or the third, or the fourth. But I remember the first moment I saw you walking towards me and I realized somehow, that the rest of the world seemed to have disappeared when I was with you.” — Cassandra Clare.PetropolisAt eight in the morning, Camila left the supermarket, carrying a bag full of fruits and vegetables. She was just a few feet away from the supermarket when she noticed someone following her. Her heart began to beat very fast and a cold sweat ran down her spine. Suddenly, she slowed her pace and looked to the side. Camila slowly turned around, but there was no one. Then she took a deep breath and sighed.It's just my imagination, maybe from watching too many horror movies, she smiled to herself.Camila started walking again. Then she saw through her peripheral vision a man in black, flannel shirt and jeans, really following her. She wasn't crazy.Oh, God help me! She thought. A stalke
"You only need one man to love you. But love you like freedom from a fire, mad as the moon, always like tomorrow, sudden as an inspiration and unsurpassed as the tides. Just one man and all that." — C. JoyBell C.Camila immediately went upstairs to hide. She was pacing her room trying to calm her nerves. She still felt mad at Eduardo Villa-Lobos for scaring the hell out of her."How dare that idiot follow me?" She gritted her teeth. Then she wondered why he knew where she was. She hadn't told anyone, not even her best friend, Toni.“Camilla, come here. — She heard her aunt call her.Camilla sighed. She really hated the idea of facing Eduardo Villa-Lobos again. He was the most arrogant man she had ever seen. She'd hated him before, when her father had filled her in on this marriage story, and now that she'd met him, she hated him more. Damn it! However, she had no choice now, he was downstairs and she didn't want to upset her Aunt Beatriz by being so childish in facing the situation.
"Love is like the wind, you can't see it, but you can feel it."- Nicholas Sparks.Two days later, Gregório Villa-Lobos called Eduardo and gave him unexpected news.— The prodigal daughter returned yesterday. Fernando is still very angry, but because of his wife's heart, he decided to forgive his daughter.“So what happens now? Will we forget about this wedding thing? – Eduardo asked, holding the phone between his chin and shoulder as he undressed to shower in the presidential suite of his hotel in Rio.— Hmm… Fernando did not pursue this question any further. Camila vigorously disagrees with the marriage. She doesn't understand how important this is to us. She is still young, actually twenty-two years old and has now graduated in Management. We agreed that we should give her time to mature.“Well, I'm not in a hurry either. I'm enjoying my life now. – Eduardo said, but inside him, he felt rejected by Camila.He didn't really want to get married, but her denial stirred his ego. The la
"You don't love a person because they are perfect, you love them despite the fact that they are not." — Jodi Picoult.Camila was sitting on the Villa-Lobos' private plane with Eduardo's father.Gregorio had picked her up at her house a few hours ago. He had lunch with his family, talked about business and reminisced about old times with his father. Mr. Villa-Lobos earnestly asked her parents not to worry about her. He would take care of her needs and ensure she received the best training in running a business.Camila was just listening to their conversations. She felt like a child who couldn't take care of herself. She was already twenty-two years old, but still, her parents were very protective of her.They had been on the plane for nearly an hour when Eduardo appeared, holding a laptop and talking on the phone. He just nodded at his dad and Camila and then settled into the chair across from them. He looked sexy and handsome in faded jeans, white shirt, and black jacket. Did he reall
"What is essential is invisible to the eye, and can only be seen with the heart." — Antoine de Saint-Exupery.Camila heard someone calling her name.- Camila! Camila!And there was the tremor again. Oh God! Please make it stop!"Damn it, Camilla. Wake up! Eduardo snapped and shrugged his shoulders.Suddenly, Camila opened her eyes. She gasped and shuddered in panic. She sat up immediately, fear laced inside her. She surveyed the place, feeling lost and disoriented. Her face was pale as a ghost.- What happened? Where are we?“We're still on the plane. Are you okay? You were tossing and turning, restless in your sleep. We were joking when you dozed off.Eduardo had been a little disappointed that she'd fallen asleep at such a pleasant time, when the two of them were flirting with each other, but he assumed she must be tired. So he went to do some work on his laptop, and after a few minutes, he noticed that she was very agitated. He started to get anxious when it took him some time to w