"Reinaldo"I'm still wondering how that idiot Heitor managed to get to that hotel. When Samantha walked in, I was sure she was expecting to meet him, and just by being there, I was sure she hadn't spoken to that idiot. But somehow, he found out and ruined my plans.And that wasn't all, he even arrived accompanied by that brute of a police officer who immediately set me up. Wow, that police officer's hand is so heavy; the punch he gave me in the face was still stinging.I just wanted my night of pleasure with Samantha and wasn't willing to share my first time with her with that little thug Rômulo. I made a deal with him, but I wasn't interested in waiting until he was willing to let me fuck that hottie, so I made my way, borrowed some money from Rubens, and put my plan into action. I remembered the lunch at Hebe and Samantha's house, telling her that Heitor made romantic surprises and always gave her red roses—how awfully tacky! But it was useful, because she fell into my trap, and I w

“Samantha”The week had come to an end and it was tiring. Rômulo kept calling me, threatening me, but Flávio said the wiretap was active and that they were gathering a lot of evidence and evidence of other crimes Rômulo was committing, meaning he would soon be arrested again. But it was horrible to keep receiving his calls and hearing threats and not knowing what to expect.As if that weren't enough, ever since he found out Eduardo's sisters had organized my bachelorette party, Heitor had been pestering me to know what they had planned, why I'd let them organize the party, or if there would be some kind of libertine ritual, as he himself said. I assured him I knew nothing, but that he shouldn't worry. However, he insisted every five minutes that we escape our friends and family and enjoy some time alone. He was driving me crazy with this story, but I didn't budge. I was going to have my bachelorette party, and it would be fun, he could live with it.I was ready to go to my bachelorett

"Heitor"I arrived with Edu and Enzo at the Social Club. The guys had reserved a room there and had gone all out, setting up a room with a pool table, poker table, and arcade games, leather sofas scattered throughout, and a 1950s-style bar with all kinds of drinks. This would be fun and relaxing."So, ready to have your last bachelor's night?" Patrício asked as soon as I arrived."I thought this day would never come." Alessandro approached and handed me a glass.Only then did I notice they were all wearing the same shirt, a black shirt with a cartoon of me being dragged by a rope tied to my foot by a cartoon of Sam, and underneath it the words "game over." These guys looked like kindergarteners.As if the shirts weren't enough, they had prepared several activities, all of them involving a lot of alcohol. I probably wouldn't even remember my own name the next day. I was already a little drunk when I saw Flávio answer a call and leave the room in disguise. When he returned, he took Patr

"Samantha"My bachelorette party was the most fun I've ever been to, despite the snake. Erica and Emília had done a great job. But for Heitor, it wasn't so much fun. When he arrived to pick me up, he was tense and worried.At home, he told me about his suspicions that Isabella had sent the snake, and I was surprised; I hadn't thought that insufferable girl would be so audacious.We spent Sunday at home, resting and just enjoying ourselves. It was nice to enjoy that quiet time with him, since the week would be hectic because of the wedding, even though everything was already ready.This week I had to get ahead on all my work, since the following week I was going on my honeymoon with Heitor, and starting Thursday, I wouldn't be working, as I would be going to the beach house to oversee all the wedding setup. I was so busy that at lunchtime, I just ate a snack while I worked and dismissed Manu when she came for coffee in the afternoon.However, my phone started ringing. I looked at the s

"Samantha"I was growing more and more nervous. As the car moved toward my destination, I felt more helpless, afraid, and anxious. The taxi driver, a very kind gentleman, watched me in the rearview mirror, never taking his eyes off the traffic, and drove slowly, unhurriedly, perhaps due to his age, careful not to cause an accident.My phone rang, and I reached into my bag. It was Enzo. I couldn't answer him now, I wouldn't be able to. But he insisted. He always insisted, and I always answered. I thought about it, and if I didn't answer, it would raise suspicions. Of course, Michel should have already returned to the company, but he probably thought I was in another department and wouldn't be alarmed yet. Maybe he was still looking for me inside the company. So, it was best to answer Enzo. When he told me he was with my mother, I couldn't believe it, so he put her on the line with me, and I heard her voice. I couldn't contain myself any longer; I started crying and explained that Rômul