AMELIA I pull the cell phone that Aurora still holds close to my face away and I forbid myself to cry in front of her. I don't know what's going through his head right now, however, I can tell by his expressions that it's not the most correct thoughts. I could explain everything to my sister from the beginning, but there's not much to explain when I don't even know the name of the guy I was dating and the photo on my cell phone is pretty clear. Heavens, I don't even know what to explain. Nothing happened. Aurora seems to want to move towards me and take out all her anger. The irises that usually mirror all their elegance go from crystal clear to a darker shade of blue every second and it terrifies me. Silence sets in, making his words weigh even more on my conscience. I feel cheated, used in the most vile way in what appears to have been a sadistic game. I was only a few times with Henrico Zattani when he was still my brother-in-law, I remember that my first impression of him was

AMELIA LEALWith my fist clenched, I punch the steering wheel of the car, imagining the face of Henrico Zattani, my sister's ex-husband and enemy of my family.He kissed me.The cheeky brazen had the audacity to KISS me!When the dark eyes finished threatening me earlier, many violent eyes formed in the head, but none of them went with our lips pressed together. So when my rationality returned to my body I tried to wriggle out of his grip at all costs, pushing him away.When I finally managed to pull away and slap his face, I wished with all my might that my hand would gain more weight, thus getting the five"finger mark on the skin of his face for several days.Car horns fill my ears and I force myself to focus on the road, returning my attention to the present.Mine is still pounding memories with the memories, instead of oxygen it's my anger that's inflaming my lungs and driving me back home.I hated your kiss. I hated it so much, it tastes like mint."That son of...Argh!Never min

HENRICO My mood improved almost one hundred percent from yesterday to today, Alencar arrest leveraged my plans and put me in front of this game. Seeing his face in all the media has made me rational again. The fact that Amelia discovered my identity without coming directly from me was a delay, the kiss a rash and inconsequential step, but one that could easily be turned to my advantage. Of course, at first I was shaken, a little bewildered to be touching a woman again after so many years, even more so for who she was. However, it passed. And so, I arrived at this address.When she left the farm in a hurry yesterday, I was the victim of an interrogation and Guilhermino didn't calm down until he found out the reasons why Amélia Leal had gone to our farm possessed and left with her lips swollen from kissing so much, I'm not going to lie and say your comment didn't make me smile because it did. However, I avoided her questions as much as I could, blurting out in the end that she was a

HENRICO ZATTANI I breathe in the clean air, feeling for the first time since I got out of jail a sense of security and familiarity. Guilhermino points from one distance to another with a smile plastered on his face, proud to finally have the opportunity to show me the growth of the crops. All displayed like a peacock."You did a good job." I comment, looking out over the vast rice paddy. "Thank you for not abandoning me and believing in me." I feel his gaze boring into my skin, concentrating on what I'm saying.snort."I know your character, brat. "You would never kill a snake, even if it were close to biting you." I take his reference, frowning and clenching my fists as I remember that night."I still don't remember everything that happened." I comment, seeing the blurry, jumbled images flash through my mind.He sighs, pulling in and out with force, almost as if something is getting in his way."What?" I ask, finally turning to face him."You went out that night to pick up Aurora,

AMELIAHe is insolent. Arrogant and extremely underhanded.And I shouldn't have given the Bar Man your phone number, let alone accompanied him to do so. Argh! Henrico Zattani wants to destroy my father, his hatred for my family has beengoing on for years and I certainly won't escape his revenge, I am fully convinced that the man will not free me from his claws and grudges. Still, I'm in his room, waking upafter a night of too many dreams and a horrible hangover. No one in my family can know about this.I clench my fists, slamming them against the mattress a few times, beyond infuriated at the effects the bastard is having on me.I look back down at my body, running my fingers over her shirt, I'm not wearing a bra underneath and scenes of me from last night are flashbacks in my head. I was pretty drunk when he picked me up from the bar and brought me down to the farm, I vaguely remember a young woman helpingme shower and then change into these clothes, probably the Marisa he menti