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Alexandre Xavier
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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
Last Updated : 2025-05-08MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Prologue
Of all the sins I learned to hide, gluttony was the most harmless. A simple, almost innocent indulgence that allowed me to escape—even if only for a brief moment—the suffocating reality I lived in. On the unbearable heat of a Sunday in Rio, my refuge was a generous cup of strawberry ice cream. Cold, sweet, and almost innocent. Almost.Sitting on the living room couch, the fan blowing in my face, I watched the poolside movement through the half-open window. My mother in an orange bikini, surrounded by tanned guests, hollow laughter, wet bodies, and sparkling wine glasses. The typical scene of her parties. The kind of gatherings that always made me feel like an intruder in her world. A life I never managed to belong to.The laughter sounded empty to me, like a way to fill the uncomfortable silence that always existed between us. The ice cream slowly melted as I got lost in thought, trying—for just a few minutes—to forget what bothered me. The feeling of being there, yet so distant from
Last Updated : 2025-04-29MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Vitória Bocci
The days went by, and the atmosphere at home grew increasingly hostile.My mother was always busy, distracted by her own concerns, barely noticing what was happening around her. I, on the other hand, had college responsibilities—final exams, practical internships coming up, the end of the semester—but none of it seemed enough to keep me away from Marcelo's visits.Sometimes, I could hardly believe how he managed to be present without being invited, showing up in every corner of the house, always with that gaze he couldn’t hide. He seemed to be everywhere, always too close, as if he wanted to occupy every space. Every move I made was followed by him, and I no longer knew how to react.It became routine for me to be in my room, trying to study or rest, when I would hear the door creak open. He never knocked. He just walked in, and the mere sound of his footsteps seemed to fill the room with a tension I couldn’t break.At first, I tried to be polite, pretended I didn’t mind. But over tim
Last Updated : 2025-04-29MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
My days were becoming increasingly full.I still thought about everything — the morning at the hospital, the afternoon lecture, the evening seminar.I got home late at night, but it was the silence that hit me first. A silence that wasn’t peace — it was a warning. A premonition, a subtle sign that something was about to happen. A dense kind of emptiness, spreading through the hallway like fog before a storm. I climbed the stairs slowly, feeling the weight of the day piling on my shoulders. The briefcase slipping from my hand, my blazer already wrinkled from the constant on and off, or perhaps just from being there, waiting.It was past eleven. I had said I wouldn’t come home right after the lecture, that I might stop by the hospital. Maria Clara didn’t need to wait up, but the event ended early, and the rain changed my plans that night. Our days had been busy, hectic. What was once a promise of a peaceful life, of rest, was slowly fading into endless work.Upstairs was dark, except fo
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My schedule remained packed, even though my mind was caught between the pain of betrayal and a full agenda of surgeries. Keeping busy seemed like the best way out. Avoiding a conversation with Maria Clara, at that moment, was the only way to maintain some sanity, avoiding conflicts that would hurt us even more. So, I went to the capital, Rio de Janeiro, for an important lecture.The auditorium at the federal university was packed. It was the end of the semester at that college. Medical and nursing students from all stages crowded into the uncomfortable plastic chairs, some frantically taking notes, others just pretending to be interested. I was used to it: lectures, congresses, opening ceremonies. The same cycle of catchphrases and impactful graphs.But that night, there was something different in the air. Perhaps it was the fatigue from the trip or the discomfort of being back in Rio, where past memories still whispered at every corner, reminding me that our forever was never meant t
Last Updated : 2025-04-29MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Vitória Bocci
The fifth semester finally came to an end, with a major lecture. Dr. Xavier was recognized in the medical field for his skills in complex surgeries, but he stood out for his self-control, something I needed to master. The sixth semester was approaching, and I needed to know more about it.Even though I was far from home, staying at Aunt Helena’s house, I couldn’t stop thinking about my mother. Neither Aunt Helena nor I understood her reasons. As painful as it was, I kept trying.Meu celular vibrou em algum lugar da casa. Fui procurá-lo, tolamente esperando que fosse minha mãe. Mas quando vi "Ísis" na tela, suspirei e levei o telefone ao ouvido enquanto lavava as mãos."Ugh, namorada, estou tão cansado do Thiago."Ela não esperou que eu dissesse olá. Nunca tive muitos amigos, e talvez seja por isso que tolerei as reclamações repetitivas."Então termine com ele", eu disse, sem me conter."Claro que não! Estou farto dele. Eu quero fugir por um tempo. Que tal irmos embora esta semana?"Fo
Last Updated : 2025-04-29MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
I went out in search of a heater, since the room didn’t have one. When I returned, I found an intruder in my bed.He or she was curled up under the blanket, breathing lightly, as if they had claimed the space without the slightest shame. I frowned, but the light went out again.“Damn these technologies... They never work properly for us,” I muttered, complaining about the sensor.“Who’s there?” asked a young female voice, leaving me perplexed. Had I entered the wrong room? I instinctively checked my pockets, a common habit when I feel uncertain.“I should be the one asking. Who’s there? This is bungalow number four. It’s reserved for me.”Before I could finish, the stranger sat up in bed, triggering the sensor at last. My gaze instinctively locked in place as I realized she was completely naked.She was a stunning sight. Her damp dark hair, like a moonless night, cascaded over her shoulders as if each strand had a life of its own. Her brown eyes, almost amber, gleamed intensely like r
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"I should be the one asking. This is bangalo number four. It’s reserved for me."I sat on the bed, and the light finally turned on.Standing before me was a man with graying hair, though not old. His expression was tired, but not worn. His deep black eyes fixed on me with a furrowed brow. There was something unsettling about his presence—a contained strength, almost dangerous. Tall and imposing, I knew him, and I admired him.He exuded a rare elegance, the kind you don’t learn—you’re born with it. Every movement was silently measured, yet filled with a natural sensuality, as if the very air around him knew it had to make way. He was beautiful, but in a way that hurt—not because of perfection, but because of the impact. There was charm and mystery in his gestures, desire in his silences, and a cruel beauty seemingly made to be forbidden.I had raced against time that Wednesday to attend his lecture—two packed buses, running through the halls—just to get a good seat. Everyone wanted to
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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
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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
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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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It had been a wonderful night. We didn’t make love like we did the other times—this time there was no rush, no urgency—because we knew it wasn’t the last time anymore. We intertwined our bodies in a slow, delicious act with no set end.I fell asleep with Maria Vitória in my arms as she talked about the harsh cuts her new advisor had made to her thesis. I told her she should publish the research after her defense—with my review.Seeing her eyes shine in the darkness of the room gave me a certainty: we were starting over. I didn’t know how long it would last, but I wanted it to be good while it did.She left early. She had an internship. And even though it was hard to let her leave the bed, she was... admirably responsible as she reached the door.The morning light crept shyly through the curtains. The sun hadn’t warmed enough to take the chill from my chest. I sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless, phone in hand.Mavi’s message still glowed on the screen:“He called me. Said he’s going
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I spent another night at Alexandre’s apartment. Maybe my mother had gotten used to the idea. I arrived in the morning, and she was still asleep in her room. I entered quietly, changed my clothes, and packed my bag.My phone started ringing.When I saw the name on the screen, I hesitated.It was my father.The day before, he had only sent a brief message:"Tell Alexandre to answer me. It’s urgent."Nothing more.It was as if he knew I was with Alexandre — though I wasn’t. Not yet.I stared at the screen for a few seconds before I answered. But I didn’t say anything."Maria? Are you listening?" he asked from the other end.I didn’t know how to respond. Maybe I had been too harsh in our last conversation."I’m here," I replied, seriously."I’m stepping away. Tell Alexandre to go back to the hospital. I can’t continue leading anymore. I took out a loan, there’s money in the account. He should take over the management. Do whatever you want with that mess..."His voice was firm, but hollow.
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Alexandre Xavier
Maria Vitória didn’t return to my apartment.It was getting dark when Heitor's car left the building. I waited for her, but I didn’t want to suffocate her. That outcome was between two people: father and daughter.On Monday, it was strange not following my routine. After the gym, I stayed home, bored. No reading flowed. No thoughts made sense. And she... didn’t show up either.On Tuesday, nothing changed.On Wednesday, Heitor called me several times. I ignored all of them. Later, I saw Maria Vitória arriving with her mother. She still seemed shaken. When she lifted her eyes toward my window, I hesitated: was she avoiding me or did she want to talk?Had she decided to distance herself from me?It seemed like it.I started evaluating job offers I had been receiving... but none of them made sense. None had her in them.It was night when the doorbell rang.I looked through the peephole. Seeing her there, I opened the door in a hurry. My heart raced as if I were a nervous kid, about to be
MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE Maria Vitória Bocci
I didn’t know what to say, but I knew that without Alexandre at the hospital, everything would soon collapse.“What are you planning to do? You can’t just…” I tried to say, but he shook his head, still shirtless, wearing only shorts, and turned his back to me, heading toward the kitchen.“I’ve turned down countless job offers. I never left the hospital out of respect for your father. Besides, I can afford to stay away for a while. Years dealing with blood, saving the lives of strangers… Deep down, maybe Maria Clara is right: I don’t have a life beyond an operating room.”Just hearing her name made the discomfort return. I wished he wouldn’t refer to his ex-wife, but I’d never have the courage to say that.“I understand. I won’t take up any more of your time. Either way, this conversation has to happen,” I said, watching as he placed the empty glass on the white island counter.“Hey, wait…” he rushed toward me, grabbing me by the waist. I looked into his eyes, trying to read his reason
