Semua Bab MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND IS MY LOVE: Bab 81 - Bab 90

It was complicated for him, I knew. And I decided to respect it.I left the room, avoiding my mother's gaze in the living room. Alexandre did the same, although he left his jacket on the back of the chair."Good afternoon, I'll hold this here," he said, as if that could erase what had just happened.I went straight to my room. I opened my suitcase, letting the tears flow silently. I grabbed any thin pants—I needed to cover what hurt more inside than out."What happened?" my mother asked, as if she didn't know."Nothing... I'm just going to take off my shorts," I replied, trying to sound indifferent.She grabbed my hand tightly, making me stop."Mavi, look at me. What's happening? I can't allow this. Daughter, that man drags you into a room, you two argue over a piece of clothing... what is he, your owner, by any chance?"I denied it. He wasn't. But I also didn't want any more friction between us."It's not because of him... the men were watching," I lied, trying to protect everyone, e

The days passed, little by little.My mother was recovering, while I... standing still, restless, stared at the curriculum of the college my father had enrolled me in. The entrance exam I took couldn't even be compared to a mini-test from my old college. It was too easy. Except for the internships and the monograph I and II, there were still curricular components that I had already completed.On the first day of the internship, I felt like a pre-med student — if that term even exists. It was as if I were playing doctor. The classmates asked basic questions, elementary stuff, and the professor handed me the paperwork as if he already knew something. He said that Fortaleza Vital Hospital had opened new internship positions. Somehow... I had the impression he knew. He knew where I came from. He knew who my father was. It was the kind of disguised privilege I had never needed.As soon as I left the class, I was approached by a tall, red-haired, beautiful professor. I was used to chasing a

"No, daughter, he hasn’t been here! After your aunt left, no one else showed up," my mom called from the kitchen.My heart rate sped up even more. I looked at Alexandre, terrified. He seemed slow, dazed. I closed the door, staring at him."Do you think he could...? I’ll call Ana Liz. He might be at home, right?"I was shaking. I knew his condition. Alexandre had already told me: hospitalizations, relapses..."He was furious earlier. With you. But..." Alexandre scratched his neck, as if he couldn't even put into words what he was thinking.I stepped inside, and he followed. I grabbed my bag, took out my phone, and dialed Ana Liz."No, Vihh... Your father is in the hospital. He might not even come back today..." she replied. "Do you want to come stay with me?"It wasn’t the right time. My head was pounding. And from the look on Alexandre’s face, I only saw the worst. He began calling a list of contacts, one by one. With each negative answer, fear grew inside me like a monster."I’ll sta

Alexandre's hands held my waist, forcing me to make each movement, me facing forward, exposed in that car seat, in endless darkness, while he moved me firmly. "That's what you like, isn't it? Making me lose my mind." I opened my mouth trying to argue, but he was fucking me hard."Of course you like it!" He answered behind me, when I came he didn't take long to do the same. "Satisfied?" I asked trying to get myself together, even with the front window open, the back windows were sweaty. "Not yet! But for now, I need to take you home." "To mine, please." He sat in the front seat looking at me, with little pleasure. "Fuck!" he muttered, adjusting his pants with a hoarse sigh. "I'm going to stay with you until I'm satisfied." I imagined that I was dirty, and that made me shiver with discomfort. I crossed my arms, irritated. "No way. My mother must be worried about me. And, of course, my father..." "I'll deal with your father. He's going to be mad at me, but it'll pass," he said, sitting

Maria Vitória entered the building, and I was still watching her every step."You had sex, didn’t you, you son of a bitch?" Heitor growled as soon as she disappeared behind the door.She still looked back when I nodded, silently."Can we talk somewhere else? I don’t want to…" he murmured. But I knew. He wanted the same thing I did: to prevent his daughter from having to choose between us—or feel guilty about the outcome.Heitor went to the car, and I followed him in the darkness of the early morning. When he stopped in a deserted part of the city, I knew there was no turning back.He came toward me and, without thinking twice, punched me in the face."You had sex with her, after you promised me, didn’t you?"I spat out the metallic taste of blood invading my mouth and stared at him."Promises were easy. Resisting your daughter… is hard." He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, his eyes fixed on mine."Hit me. You can hit me. We did have sex, yes. And it wasn't the first time. Nor wil