All Chapters of I am Mrs. Ballmer: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The flashes kept going off when a reporter raised his voice:“Camila, Helena is your subordinate. Do you have anything to say about her writing the script for this drama?”Camila adjusted her hair gracefully. Her smile was so delicate that it was deceiving.“Helena has all the necessary skills,” she replied, with impeccable gentleness. “I sincerely believe that she will not disappoint anyone.”To those who knew nothing, it looked like support.It looked like sisterhood.It looked like generosity.But Helena read the intention behind the sparkle in her rival's eyes.Camila wasn't praising her. Camila was pushing her up.And the higher she went, the harder the fall would be when she decided to pull the rug out from under her.Five years of accumulating pain.Five years of accumulating ammunition.Five years of waiting for this moment.If Camila wanted to see her fall, she would have to wait.When the press conference ended, Helena walked away, but was intercepted by Tania in the side co

She leaned against the wall, feeling a little dizzy, and watched Edward walk over to Camila.The Cassano family had prospered greatly in recent years.Edward now exuded power and prestige.He no longer resembled the young man she had loved in the past.“Edward, why are you here? I told you you didn't need to pick me up!” Camila ran up to him, skipping.“It was raining,” he replied, taking off his coat and placing it over her shoulders with excessive affection. “You're not wearing enough clothes.”Camila laughed slyly.“Oh, you... I'm an adult now! Why do you still treat me like a child?”Helena looked away, leaning even closer against the cold wall.The world seemed to want to punish her that night.First, Pedro and Camila's display of affection.Now... the perfect romance between Camila and Edward — the man she once loved with all her heart.Cami

The person in the hallway had already left.So, without hesitation, Henrique Ballmer opened the cubicle door, lifted Helena in his arms, and left the women's restroom as if he were escaping a fire.As soon as Henrique appeared with Helena in his arms, Axel ran to the car, almost tripping in his haste.“You're here?!” he exclaimed, panting.Henrique frowned.“What are you doing?”“I went to your house, but you and Mateo were gone!” Axel complained. “And by the way... when did you buy this car?” he said, pointing to the Bugatti Veyron as if it were a meteor that had fallen into the garage.“This is even more incredible than the one you gave me! What kind of secret friendship do you have with the automotive elite?!”Henrique solemnly ignored him.Without saying a word, he opened the back door and placed Helena in the seat, settling her carefully—alth

Henrique's attraction to that girl defied all logic; it was visceral, almost violent in its intensity.The moment he laid eyes on her for the first time, a strange feeling came over him, as if he were recovering a part of his own soul that he didn't even know was missing. It felt like reuniting with an old lover, even though, rationally, he knew it was the first time their paths had crossed.But there, in the dim light of that bar's storage room, certainty struck him: she was the treasure he had lost. The final piece of the puzzle.A dark desire to have her completely for himself, right there, almost overwhelmed him. He wanted to consume her. However, the need to protect her was even greater. He couldn't risk scaring her away and losing her. He would have to be patient. He would have to wait.Henrique Ballmer moved silently, grabbing a blanket and a pillow from the back seat. He adjusted the air conditioning to a comfortable temperature and, with a gentle

Henrique didn't answer. He just walked silently to a decorative bush near the entrance. Helena followed him, curious, and her eyes widened.There, nestled among the undergrowth, his limbs twisted at strange angles and clutching a professional camera as if it were a teddy bear, was the Second Young Master of the Ballmer family: Axel.Helena knew that the Ballmer empire was not limited to business management. They controlled more than three hundred media outlets. Axel, the younger brother, was known as the “King of Paparazzi.”But seeing him there... it was too ridiculous. Did this guy have no limits? Was he trying to get scoops on his own brother?!The corner of Helena's mouth twitched in disbelief.“Henrique...” she whispered. “Should we wake him up? He'll catch a cold sleeping out in the open.”Henrique looked at his brother with an expression of imperial disdain. He nodded slightly and, without further a