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With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 82
DAVIDWe stayed at the party for an hour, chatting a little with most of the guests, unfortunately, I lost Nelly for a long twenty minutes to Cassandra. The two women were having an excited conversation about motherhood and I didn't want to interrupt, however, when Eduardo appeared with a bouquet of orchids for my wife, I had to intervene.He gave me a single look and snorted.Bastard.Apparently, Alice went into labor the night before and couldn't come to the party. Nelly hugged the idiot and cried a little in her arms, promising that she would soon visit her goddaughter and friend.I pulled my wife back and kept my arm around her waist until it was time to get into the car, which happened right after our dance.She complained about needing to throw the bouquet, and I threw it towards Kiara.Nelly laughed when my friend cursed me.I shrugged and moved on. She will overcome.It takes me thirty minutes to get to the house and the beach, and I watch it with silence and expectation.I fo
With love, Mr. Bragança EPILOGUE
NELLY 5 years later... I don't think I'm an eclectic music person, I mean I can tolerate some styles of music, but hard rock is definitely not one of them. Well, well, maybe I'm just irritated that I woke up and didn't find David in bed. So where is he? The sound of the music tells me he's close, but how close? My legs and feet are hurting, but nothing compares to the constant throbbing in my back, and I need the message he promised. Not to mention the discomfort between my legs, but that part is good. Last night was crazy. I leave the room and go down the hallway in silence, taking the opportunity to stop by the five-year-old twins' room, they both hate following rules and follow their father everywhere. They are a faithful copy of my husband, despite having different personalities. Luca and Xavier are complete matches, which I'm grateful for, because they are extremely similar physically. At first, I had some difficulty identifying who was who. To be honest, my husband was the
With love, Mr. Bragança PROLOGUE
NellyNine before.My stomach is in knots, my palms are sweaty, and I'm failing not to cry in public. This is my first day of high school and I tried to be different from other years, but I was naive and I'm paying for my mistake. My classmates are careful to cover up the giggles and whispers, but the disgust in their looks and expressions speaks volumes for me. I curl up in the seat, resisting the urge to pull my legs up and hide my head between them.I can hear every little joke.Mom was right when she said my hair would just be another bully, I should have listened to her when she said that being fat was bad enough, I had to cooperate or people would have reason to laugh at me. I painted it pink in an attempt to look different, cool, but I feel like a freak.I slide further in my seat, trying to hide from the mocking stares. I keep my head down, avoiding direct contact with any of them because it's safer that way. I contain the urge to get up and run, but I can't weaken right at th
With love, Mr. Bragança PROLOGUE 2
NELLY The days passed quickly, and we were entering the second month of classes, I have been camouflaged all this time, trying to go unnoticed among the crowd of students at the Carmen Lucia school. Although, Alice insists a closeness constantly and I feel that her intentions are true, I keep my distance, I don't believe that someone like her wants to be my friend in fact. I mean, look at me? Fat and Ugly. No one would really want to be seen with me. I quicken my steps, tightening my backpack strap as I pass Edu's little group, thankfully at times like now they are oblivious to my presence. In some moments. My happiness was short-lived, three steps away, and Carlota finally noticed my presence, calling me by name in a false voice. Anxiety takes hold of me and I don't stop, running down the still tumultuous hall. “Hey, girl…” She calls me again. One Two Three... Just a few more steps and I'll be safe in your classroom. Just a few more steps, Nelly. Just a few steps. Voices
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 1
Five years... David With my palms sweating and my heart heavy with every step, I pray it's a terrible mistake, a heartless prank. The ambulance siren dulls my senses, making it difficult to think logically, and I have to decide between ignoring the agonizing noise and continuing on my way. However, the crowd continues to block my way, forcing me to take the drastic and desperate step of pushing until I reach the scene of the accident. Lying on the gray, bumpy avenue are the lifeless bodies of my wife and son. I have to blink a few times to believe what my eyes are showing me, to make sure it's not a terrible nightmare. An immeasurable pain takes hold of my soul and a loud roar comes from my throat, drawing the attention of the curious. I ignore the looks of pity directed at me and approach the bodies of my son and wife. Ignoring the policeman's warnings, I take my first-born son in my arms, feeling his already cold skin covered in blood. I look in the direction of the car my wife w
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 2
Current days…NellyIn a single day I argued with my mother, faced my biggest fear of public speaking and presentedmy workof completion dandcourseO,getting top marks.uhHul!!! Finally journalist. Nothing could sour my happiness, except, of course,give in to my mother's game of persuasion and go to a slimming clinic,known asspa.Pathetic, I know. How can a twenty-four-year-old woman give in to her mother's whims and throw away years of self-love?But what self love? That's it.RI constantly repeat how wonderful I am to my reflection in the mirror, but every minute I spendyoufeeding my self-esteem fall to the ground when I meet Kaciana, the woman who brought me into the worldand makes a face whenever I call her mom🇧🇷 She manages with one look to tear down every wall of trust I've taken years to build, every damn time I feelwell, she comes and ruins all my fantasies.“We want everything we're entitled to, Ro.” Kaciana winks at the masseuse, in such an exaggerated intimacy that it makes
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 3
David I try hard not to contest my mom's request and keep the smile on my face, acting kind whenever one of her friends tries to get close and disturb her."Until what time do I need to stay?" She looks at me like I'm a thorn in her side, raising both eyebrows."What? It's hard as fuck to act like a teenager who needs to be disciplined. I'm a grown man!"She cannot demand more than that.Can not.“You're not smiling.” she cries out so that only I can hear and I don't stop moaning, seeing that yes, she can always demand more.I intercept a waiter and grab two glasses of champagne, downing one after the other.“ What?” I ask, when I see her looking at me in disapproval.She presses her lips into a thin line and shakes her head in the negative, snorting.low so as not to attract attention, but looking at me affectionately afterwards.“I only want your happiness, my dear.” I smile sincerely, giving him a kiss in the middle of the forehead."I know my life." She wipes away a lone tear and pa
With love, Mr. Bragança CHAPTER 4
Nelly I walk into the bathroom huffing through my nostrils, allowing the door to slam with no delicacy and frighten me. Ingot her party guests checking their makeup. I mumble a lame apology and huff in spite of myself, heading straight for a private stall inside the bathroom and locking myself in. “Argh! How could he be such an asshole?” I tell myself, lowering the lid of the toilet and sitting down. "You don't remember me, Mr. Bragança?” Disdainful, adopting a mocking tone and three octaves lower than mine. Snort. Damn Nelly! This is all your fault, you agreed to come to this cocktail party even though it was his company's birthday party. What did you expect? Flowers and burning kisses? Wake up! I run both my hands over my face, realizing that I'm still addressing him formally, giving him the power of superiority from years ago. Mister Bragança. I press my lips together until they form a thin line and proceed to fan my face with both hands, refusing to shed another tear tonigh
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