ANMELDENKimberly
Everything around me seemed to spin. I could hear voices, but they were distant, muffled as if I were underwater. Pain throbbed in my knee, and my head felt like it was about to explode. I couldn’t understand how everything had happened so fast. The car, the impact, and... Axel. Axel was beside me, his deep voice an anchor trying to pull me back to reality.
AxelThe garden of the Baumann estate had never felt so alive. The sound of children’s laughter echoed like the perfect soundtrack to that moment.Little Caio, two years old, toddled clumsily through the grass beside Davi, his cousin and the son of Pietra and Anton. Their chubby feet nearly tripped with every step as they clutched the balloons Rebecca had given them. Aaron, usually so serious, was kneeling on the ground, making silly faces for the boys, while his son, Miguel, rested peacefully in his mother’s arms.“Look at him,” Berenice said with a smile, adjusting her sunhat as she watched Caio. “He’s got your stubbornness, Axel.”“And Kimberly’s smile,” Leonel added proudly, as if his great-grandchildren were the family’s g
AntonWe were married in a simple garden ceremony at the family’s country house. The soft music playing in the background seemed to match the rhythm of our hearts. Isaque walked down the aisle with the rings, dressed in a tiny blue suit and wearing a proud little grin. And when Pietra appeared among the flowers, in a flowing dress with tears in her eyes, I knew this was the beginning of something eternal.It was a Saturday, and as if the universe itself was signaling that peace had finally settled in, everything felt perfectly in harmony. Being in our new home, watching TV with Pietra napping in my lap, it was priceless.There was something special about this place. Maybe because we’d chosen it together, a backyard where Isaque could run, a porch wher
AxelSilvana’s words were far too harsh, and Kimberly looked away. And in that moment, I saw the pain etched across her face. The pain of someone who has just been told she was abandoned. That she was forgotten, by choice. That she was treated like a mistake.That was the last straw. I stepped forward and wrapped her hand in mine. “We didn’t come here to ask for anything,” I growled. “We came because Kimberly deserves the truth.”At that moment, Kimberly stepped forward and looked at Silvana with a mixture of pity and disdain that made even me shudder.“You had two daughters,” she said slowly, as if speaking to a child. “One you ruined, turned into a petty
KimberlyThe heavy silence was broken by the loud clinking of Anton’s fork hitting his plate. “Silvana? Priscila’s mother?” “Kimberly and Priscila… my ex-wife… they share a family connection…”Shock rippled across the table. Rebecca and Pietra exchanged worried glances. Aaron frowned, clearly calculating the implications. But it was Anneliese who broke the heavy silence.“Let me guess.” She threw a sharp look at Ettore. “This is yet another discovery from our dear private investigator, isn’t it?”A dense silence fell over the table.
KimberlyThe view of São Paulo left me speechless. Even from above, and later from the car taking us from the private airstrip to the upscale neighborhood where the Baumann mansion was located, I could feel the city’s fast pace and pulsing heat. It wasn’t just the tropical weather; it was the heat of a new reality unfolding before me. And honestly? I was terrified. Beside me, Kathleen looked around with curiosity, not even trying to hide her excitement about being in a new country. Axel, on the other hand, seemed tense, and yet there was a calmness about him that silently said: “I’m here. Everything’s going to be fine.” I wanted to believe that. More than anything.
AxelThe soft hum of the jet engines was like a constant buzzing in my head, but what made me restless was the silence between us. Still, my attention was completely fixed on the woman sitting beside me. Kimberly had her forehead pressed against the window, her eyes staring blankly outside as if the answers she so desperately sought were written in the clouds. Since we boarded, she had barely spoken three sentences straight to me. This was the most important trip of my life and, at the same time, the most tense. I should’ve felt relief. We were finally heading to Brazil to begin what could be the end of this foggy chapter. But the distance between us, despite sitting side by
AaronPaolla rolled her eyes, as if bored by the whole exchange. With icy composure, she sank onto one of the couches, gesturing for us to sit across from her."To what do I owe this honorable visit?" she asked, crossing her legs with feigned disinterest.Leonel, ever the imposing figure, took the
AaronAfter settling Rebecca in and watching her fall asleep, I finally felt like I could breathe again. She was safe—for now—and I needed to keep it that way. I grabbed my phone and called Ettore, needing to update him and, more importantly, get answers."Ettore," I said, keeping my voice low so a
PietraI should have said no. I almost did. But Mirella’s persistence was a force of nature, nearly impossible to resist. She showed up at my place, bubbling with excitement, holding a shiny invitation in her hand and announcing that a wealthy client had gifted her a luxurious dinner.According to
RebeccaThe trip back to São Paulo was smooth but exhausting. The last few days had been emotionally draining, and fatigue hit me mercilessly. I was spent, physically and emotionally, and ended up falling asleep in the bac







