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Alexandre Xavier

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I left Maria Vitória’s apartment late. I needed to rest. Talking to her had been good—more than I expected, maybe even more than I deserved. I left her alone. She needed to rest. So did I. I had to keep my word. I didn’t want to cause any more harm to Heitor—or to her.

I arrived at my apartment, taking off my wet long-sleeved shirt. I thought about her: it was admirable how intense she was… and courageous. I took a hot shower and prepared a simple soup. But when I entered the bedroom, I stopped. A lump under the covers made me freeze.

I stared at the bed, trying to understand what I saw.

“Who’s there?” I asked, my voice low and restrained. Despite the fright, I remained calm. The door wasn’t open when I left. How…?

Without any response, I approached. I carefully pulled the duvet.

The woman, half asleep, mumbled something and turned around, uncomfortable with the cold.

"Maria Clara?" I asked, surprised.

She didn't answer. She was asleep. There. In my bed.

I sighed deeply, exhausted. "M
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  • MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE   Alexandre Xavier

    The days away from the office left me with an absurd pile of work. Endless hours. Stacks of notes. Patients scheduled without a moment to breathe.And yet, Heitor still managed to show up to torment me.“Maria Vitória is just like her mother,” he began, pacing back and forth in my office. Always restless when he’s nervous. “Can you believe she’s living alone? Working in a fast-food restaurant, Alex?”I sighed, setting my materials aside.“Hmm… wouldn’t that be a good thing?” I asked, picking up my notebook to keep writing notes.“Of course not! How could you let her work in a fast-food restaurant, Alex? Is Laura insane?” He huffed, running a hand through his hair, his eyes gleaming with indignation. “Laura had the audacity to tell me I need to bring Mavi here to the city. And when I asked what she was studying, that woman lied, saying she’s studying medicine! How could a teenager possibly study medicine?”I made a mark on the paper without looking at him.He kept pacing, his heavy foo

  • MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE   The End

    The digital clock on the meeting room wall read 8:07 AM when Maria Vitória pushed the door open, a folder of reports under one arm and a coffee cup in the other. Her hair tied in a practical bun, a white coat over a navy blue dress. The room was full — nurses, managers, two representatives from the newly opened public wing."Good morning, everyone," she smiled, sitting at the head of the table. "Let’s try to wrap things up before nine. I have to drop off Alana at school by ten."Everyone smiled. Dr. Xavier was known for being firm, objective, and... absolutely passionate about her children. But her husband? Everyone knew she would drop everything, without hesitation, if he called her suddenly.As she reviewed patient care charts and expansion plans for the public wing, her phone vibrated discreetly on the table. A picture appeared: Alexandre, with messy hair, jacket thrown over his shoulder, and a half-smirk, standing in front of the university.His message:"The class today was a dis

  • MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE   Alexandre Xavier

    "Of course it is! And if it isn't..." I slid my hand between us, inside the robe. The gesture undid the knot with an almost symbolic ease — reckless, different, strange. "I want everything. For you to be my wife, for us to have children, grandchildren... pets, whatever you want. I want to d..."Mavi put her finger to my lips, firmly."Don't you dare say that. I accept being your wife. I'm already your wife. I want to be the mother of your children, your grandchildren... but never talk about dying, Alexandre. Never."I nodded, silent, and led her to the backseat. She lay there, looking at me as if the world were just the two of us."I accept being yours... anywhere," she whispered.I looked at her body, magnificent, natural, in a way that was only hers."You are incredibly perfect... and you can be the mother of my children."She pulled me by the collar of my shirt, urgently."Fuck me first, praise me later," she said quickly, hungrily.I laughed, moving closer to her mouth."You look

  • MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE   Maria Victoria Bocci

    After Maria Clara’s arrest, things finally began to settle down. She was transferred to a prison almost immediately. No one explained why, but Dr. Caroline told me—her expression more serious than usual—that Maria Clara had been classified as extremely dangerous, even to other inmates.I was trying to get back to my life: studies, internship. My mother returned to her work. Aunt Lena came to spend the weekend with us, but I knew it wasn’t just a visit. At night, she disappeared, as always. And this time, I didn’t follow.My father was surprisingly focused during those days. He shared the hospital’s management with Alexandre, and they even hired a temporary surgeon to cover some shifts. He seemed determined to keep everything running, as if trying to prove something—maybe to himself.That night, I stepped outside and found them there: my father and Alexandre, sitting under the amber light, drinking whiskey and discussing hospital expenses.I approached slowly. I knew that, between them

  • MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE   Alexandre Xavier

    As much as I was worried about Maria Vitória, even knowing she was represented by highly competent lawyers, there was a deeper unease gnawing at me.Maria Clara was still out there.There were checkpoints on the roads. Increased surveillance at the bus station.All access points were being monitored.But nothing. No trace of her.When I was informed that Maria Vitória had claimed self-defense, the case flipped completely.The eyes of Justice shifted.So did public attention.She was no longer seen as a reckless criminal—but as someone who had survived.From that moment on, I stopped worrying about her, at least from a legal standpoint.Caroline had prepared her masterfully. Even more so with the investigation now open against Marcelo for the brutal attack on Laura.He was officially a fugitive. A dangerous man.And Maria Vitória… a victim.But my own torment had not ended.When we reviewed the building’s security footage, I felt my blood run cold.Maria Clara was clearly seen entering

  • MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE   Maria Victoria Bocci

    My heartbeat was erratic.Marcelo and I pulled the trigger almost at the same time — his finger pressing down on mine, trying to force me to shoot.But the bullet… it wasn’t meant for me.When his body trembled beneath mine, a lump rose in my throat.His hand weakened over mine.“Maria Vitória… Maria…” I heard Alexandre behind me, voice choked, arms trying to pull me away.But it was too late. Far too late.I pulled the trigger again.Once. Twice. Three. Four times.On the fifth, the gun jammed.It wouldn’t fire anymore.Still, I stayed there. Shaking.I didn’t want to see my mother afraid anymore. Always scared.I didn’t want to change cities again.I didn’t want to live in fear.“Maria Vitória?” his voice echoed in my ear.The sound of the door opening hit me like a distant wave. But I didn’t turn around.I was frozen. In shock.Silently confessing everything I had done.“Give me that!” Alexandre tried to pull the gun from my hand.“No!” I shouted, gripping it fiercely.“I won’t let

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