CEO and Money

thought of a thing or two to say to her and show her that I knew how to give compliments, but I preferred to keep quiet. Luckily for me, we were interrupted by the very little girl we were tal

g down in Diana's arms, until she started to laugh, throwing her head back. My secretary had a way with children, and she seemed to love them. It was mesmerizing and it made my heart ache to think that my son should be alive. He deserved to be treated by someone like that, although I could swear that Taís would never be exactly a loving mother. Pregnancy had been a mistake for her, something that would rob her of her youth and ruin her body – although she had access to all kinds of cosmetic procedures and abused them – so I couldn't imagine a

set my limits, but I did it with all the love I could. And he understood. I understood perfectly well my daily struggle to make him a good man. I would have declined the invitation, but it was a company party. I really liked my colleagues, but I never participated in anything, and I knew that this made a difference. I had gotten a good job at a great company, and I could even try to advance there, with a bit of luck, since I didn't have a college degree. No matter how much everyone criticized my boss, the po

e. Throughout the time we worked together, I learned to nurture an admiration for him, even though it was something completely platonic. Nicolas Sodemberg would never be interested in his mere secretary. But that was beside the point. It was time to take off my high heels, take a shower and get under the covers. The next day would be a Saturday, and I could sleep in a little later, if João would allow it. Ten-year-old boys could be very noisy when they wanted to be. I opened the door to the apartment where I lived, barefoot, and turned on the light as soon as I entered. I had hired someone to stay with Joã

h to lift me off the floor – not that I was very tall – and drag me into the living room, throwing me on the couch. He had a gun in his hand, and he wasn't alone. Two other men had positioned themselves near the door, probably so I wouldn't run away. The moment my eyes fell on the scoundrel who had held me, I recognized him. He was Leonardo Vilar, my brother's father. João Pedro wasn't my parents' legitimate son; he h

ock got the best of me. - The nanny is fine. A friend of mine took her home, safely. Then he took my son to where he belongs. With me. That was m