All Chapters of I am Mrs. Ballmer: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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You are not the one I chose for myself!

“Dr. Jorge asked you to come back next week for your prenatal appointment, okay?”Helena took the papers and forced a smile, her heart pounding—not just for the baby, but for something that had been tormenting her since dawn.Edward was coming back that night.After months away in the United States, he would finally set foot on Brazilian soil, and with him... all the memories, all the secrets would return.The sun beat down on the hospital courtyard. Helena walked out slowly, one hand on her waist, the other trying to hail a taxi. But before she could, the sound of tires screeching on the asphalt made her body freeze.A black sports car stopped abruptly in front of her.A woman in a pink dress, clinging to her body as if it had been tailor-made for sin, got out of the door.Her high heels echoed on the ground—dry, threatening.“Camila! Have you gone mad?” Helena exclaimed, her heart racing.Camila smiled. A slow, poisonous smile.She crossed her arms, her sharp gaze shining with cruel

Time passed and I was reborn!

Six years later...The soft sound of jazz filled the hottest bar on Paulista Avenue.Golden lights reflected off crystal glasses, mingling with muffled laughter, discreet conversations, and the aroma of expensive wine with imported perfume.It was a perfect setting—elegant, superficial, and suffocating.Helena, impeccable in a black satin dress, had spent the evening surrounded by investors who talked too much and understood too little, and now, with a throbbing headache and a professional smile still plastered on her face, all she wanted was a quiet corner to breathe.But fate—as always—would not grant her a break.Tania followed her to the back hallway.“Tania...” Helena murmured, with a tired half-smile. “Is there something you want to tell me?”The businesswoman crossed her arms, her gaze as hard as ice.“Yes, there is.” Her voice cut through the air. “Is it true that you signed up for the assistant screenwriter audition for the movie ‘Love Me If You Can’?”Helena tilted her head,

What was he doing here?

Helena didn't hesitate, holding the boy firmly and lifting him to the top of the stairs.“Come on, hero. Be brave. I'll protect you from down here.”The little boy turned around one last time, his eyes brimming with tears, and began to climb slowly, with effort, and when he reached the skylight, he disappeared into the light.Helena breathed a sigh of relief, but her relief was short-lived when a sudden dizziness made the world spin.The air grew heavy.The floor seemed to recede beneath her feet.“No...” she murmured.And then everything went dark.The sound of her body hitting the floor echoed in the warehouse, dry and sharp. The little boy stood motionless for a second—then panic took over his small face.“Auntie!” he tried to shout, but his voice came out shaky, almost a whisper.Down below, Helena's body lay on the cold concrete, and yet she opened her eyes with effort, her gaze cloudy and feverish. With her last ounce of strength, she whispered:“Go...”The skylight let in a pal

Who was she?

The boy pointed desperately at the door, his eyes watering, his chest rising and falling in short breaths.Henrique, his face cold as steel, took a step forward.“Open the door.”“Y-yes, sir!” replied the bar owner, his voice trembling, and turned to the manager, despair written all over his face. “Manager Ione! What are you waiting for? Quick, where's the key?!”The woman turned pale.“O-open the door...?” she stammered, her whole body shaking. Cold sweat ran down the back of her neck.Helena!She was still locked inside, and Tania had ordered that no one release her until the hearing was over — and now, Henrique Ballmer himself was demanding that the door be opened.With no alternative, the manager swallowed hard and, with trembling hands, inserted the key into the lock.The metallic sound echoed in the silence like thunder, and the door slowly opened. And in the next instant, everyone held their breath.A woman lay on the floor — unconscious, her pale face bathed in the cold light

Will you marry me?

He watched her with the same attention of someone analyzing a rare work of art... or a disguised enemy.For long seconds, he studied every detail of her face, the way she breathed, the way she looked away.And then, finally, he seemed to reach a conclusion:She didn't know.She had no idea who he was.The silence between them stretched out—dense, electric.Until he spoke.His voice was deep, sharp, laden with something she couldn't quite define."What do you want?Helena blinked, confused. “What do I... want?”His gaze didn't waver.“Women don't just happen to show up passed out with my son in their arms.”His tone was cold, but underneath it there was something else...A dangerous curiosity.An interest that even he didn't seem willing to admit.Helena opened her mouth to respond, but her throat failed her.Her heart was racing.That man—with his icy gaze and overwhelming presence—seemed capable of seeing everything she was trying to hide.And for the first time in a long time, Helen

Are you gay?

“Helena, if my brother were gay, where do you think Mateo would have come from?”Helena blinked, completely serious.“Well... surrogate mother? Artificial insemination? Just to continue the family legacy?”Axel laughed even louder, doubling over with laughter. “If he were gay, why would he want to ‘repay’ you with marriage?”“To cover up his true sexual orientation? That way, with a wife and child, no one could say anything.” Helena replied in a sweet, innocent tone... but every word was a stab at the masculinity of the man in front of her.Henrique stood up slowly, and the air seemed to grow thicker.Each step he took echoed in the room like the sound of a predator approaching its prey.His long legs, his dark gaze, his stiff jaw—everything about him exuded restrained danger.“Axel.” His voice was low, sharp. “Take Mateo outside.”“Henrique... what are you going to do?” asked his brother, with a mixture of apprehension and amusement.Henrique stopped in front of the bed, and his cold

She's the savior!

As she left the building, Helena's heart felt light for the first time in years.Everything she had endured—the humiliation, the loss, the exile—had brought her to this point.What Camila and Tania didn't know was that Helena's real goal had always been that position.She had prepared for months, studied renowned screenwriters, immersed herself in narrative techniques, and rewritten scenes until dawn.And now, even after everything, she had succeeded.While Helena celebrated the first professional triumph of her life, on the other side of town, Unimedes Hospital was plunged into pure chaos.In the luxurious VIP room, the sound of the cardiac alarm had been replaced by something even more desperate: the cry of a child.Nurses ran back and forth, not knowing what to do, and doctors tried in vain to calm little Mateo, who was cowering on the windowsill—barefoot, trembling, and with his face bathed in tears.“Mateo, dear, please... come down from there...” begged one of the nurses, her vo

What are you doing here?

Later, when Mateo woke up, Henrique took him home—canceling meetings, postponing appointments, and suspending schedules. For the first time in years, the unapproachable magnate of the ProCosan Group seemed willing to stop the world for someone. The dining room was large and elegant—marble, silver, and silence. But the air inside was cold. Father and son stared at each other from opposite sides of the table, their expressions identical: cold, stubborn, unyielding. “Eat your food,” Henrique said in a deep, patient voice. “I'm telling you this for the last time.” Mateo remained motionless, staring at his plate as if it were an enemy. Henrique crossed his arms. “Do you think this childish hunger strike will work on me?” Silence. The boy didn't even blink. He looked like a little monk in meditation, completely oblivious to the world. The standoff lasted several long minutes, until Henrique sighed, exhausted. He picked up his cell phone. “Axel. Send me Helena Rodrigues' address.

Have we met before?

That smile—natural, light, full of life—pierced Henrique Ballmer's wall of ice like a silent arrow. For a brief second, he trembled. He didn't know why. But there was something about Helena Rodrigues that defied his logic—and made him dangerously curious. Helena looked at the little cupcake next to her and smiled. “I'm especially grateful to Mateo,” she said, raising her glass. “I wouldn't have made it to the audition on time if it weren't for him. Here, dear, this toast is for you!” Mateo looked at his glass of milk, then at Helena, and finally at his father's beer glass. His little face hesitated for a second... but, with all the seriousness of a mini-adult, he raised his glass and toasted her. Then he downed his milk in one gulp. Helena burst out laughing. That five-year-old boy had just toasted as if he were drowning his sorrows in a bar.In the middle of the meal, Henrique received a call and stepped away to answer it, going out onto the balcony. As soon as the glass do

Who was Mateo's mother?

Why had she given birth to and abandoned a man like Henrique? Was it differences in status? Or something even more obscure? These thoughts swirled around in her head until Helena fell asleep, overcome by exhaustion. In the middle of the night, a muffled sound coming from the living room woke her up. Helena carefully got out of bed, making sure Mateo was fast asleep, and went to see what was happening. When she opened the door, she saw Henrique standing there, pale, with one hand pressed against his stomach and a glass of water in the other. “Mr. Ballmer, are you okay?” she asked hurriedly. “It's nothing,” he replied in a low voice. “You have a stomachache, don't you?” Henrique didn't answer. But his silence was answer enough. Helena knew immediately that she was right.Henrique Ballmer really couldn't eat anything spicy. But then... why did he try to eat it anyway? “Wait a minute,” Helena said hurriedly. “I'll get some medicine for your stomach.” Fortunately, she always h

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