Todos os capítulos de THE BOSS I HATED TO LOVE: Capítulo 271 - Capítulo 280

Zoe stepped quietly into the room, walking as if the floor were made of glass. She approached Celina, who was sleeping curled against Thor, her body pressed to his as if that closeness were the only thing holding her together.“Hey…,” Zoe whispered gently, touching her shoulder. “Celina… wake up, honey… wake up.”Celina blinked slowly, as if waking from a dream where she had finally been safe. She looked at Thor, pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, carefully sat up, and stood. Zoe took her hand and gave her a warm, tender smile.“Let’s go outside for a moment? Arthur is waiting. He needs to talk to you.”Out in the corridor, Celina inhaled deeply. The cool air was a stark contrast to the whirlwind she had been living inside.“How are you holding up?” Arthur asked, his expression tight with concern.“Better… now that I know Thor is out of danger, I think I’m okay.” She offered a small, tired smile. “Feels like I slept for hours.”“You slept for one hour,” Zoe said softly.“Really? It

The media still hadn’t let the Brown case die.A month after César and Cristina Brown’s deaths, the news cycle refused to let go—replaying every angle possible: political scandals, judicial investigations, conspiracy theories, and, of course, the shocking love story between Celina and Thor Miller.Celina tried to stay away from it all, but the internet storm was relentless. Her personal Instagram had turned into a battleground. Cruel comments clashed with words of support. She read them in silence, the phone trembling in her hands:> “Gold digger in designer heels. Traded a lawyer for a limping billionaire. Congrats.”“César deserved better. You ruined his life.”“You knew about his past with Karina and still played your game. Revenge, right?”“Won’t be long till you leave Thor and live off child support. Classic move.”“Careful, Thor. She’ll do to you what she did to him.”But amid the hate, there were sparks of kindness that felt like oxygen:> “Your story gave me strength. I went t

Two weeks later, Thor had just finished another morning physiotherapy session. The pain still came and went, but his progress was undeniable. Each week, he pushed his body a little further. The appointment had been quick but productive—the therapist had added a few more resistance exercises, and Thor, determined as ever, absorbed every detail.Celina waited for him outside the clinic, sitting in the back seat of the car, dark sunglasses shielding her tired eyes. When Thor climbed in, she greeted him with a soft smile, one hand resting instinctively on her belly. He kissed her forehead gently and told the driver to head to the restaurant they had booked in São Paulo’s Jardins district.The place was discreet—wood-paneled walls, wide linen-draped windows, and a tranquil indoor garden with small water fountains. They were led to a private table tucked among lush plants, hidden from prying eyes.Lunch unfolded peacefully. After so many hectic days, Celina finally seemed more at ease. They

Celina ran a trembling hand over her face, her chest tightening under the weight of her own pain.“And the worst part… is that I blamed myself,” she whispered. “I punished myself every single day. I told myself I deserved everything that happened. Because I gave myself to César before marriage—because I disobeyed everything my parents taught me. My mother always said sex was only meant to happen after the wedding. And because… I married a man they never would’ve approved of. I betrayed their values—and so, I believed I deserved all of it.”She caressed her belly softly.“When I slept with you… I knew I’d done something wrong. I felt horrible afterward because, on paper, I was still married. A part of me screamed that it was a sin. But the truth is, he and I had been separated for a long time—physically, emotionally, in every possible way. The only thing left was a last name—and even that meant nothing anymore.”Her gaze fell to the water, her voice breaking.“He used to say no other m

The night in New York seemed tailor-made for Gabriel and Ava.The sky was clear, scattered with timid stars trying to compete with the lights of the most alive city in the world. The wind brushed softly through the air, whispering between buildings.Gabriel — charming, effortless, his soul light — walked beside Ava along the Brooklyn Bridge Park waterfront, his navy blazer unbuttoned, hands in his pockets, every movement carrying that easy charisma that came so naturally to him. Ava, composed and poised, walked with graceful steps. Her beige trench coat emphasized the firmness of her posture. She was a woman of conviction, but something about Gabriel’s energy disarmed her with almost no effort.“This city never stops surprising me,” Gabriel said, gazing at the horizon. “But tonight… you’re my favorite landmark.”Ava glanced sideways, a subtle smile tugging at her lips.“That was cheesy. But I’ll admit… a little cute.”“A little?” He feigned offense. “I swear, in Brazil that line would