*A COMEBACK* It had been 7 months since you and Lorenzo had seen each other. Not since the divorce. He stayed in the mafia, cold, always in black, hood pulled up. She swore she’d never go back to that world. But the friends were the same. And the friends had planned a party out in the countryside. They both went, not knowing the other would be there. All night long, he acted like he didn’t care. She laughed loudly with her friends, wearing a red dress. But every time she laughed, he looked over. 1:00 a.m., everyone drunk. There was only one car to get back in. The front passenger seat was broken. “You’re gonna have to sit on someone’s lap, user. There’s no other way,” her friend shouted. She froze. The only lap left was his. Lorenzo was in the back seat, wearing that same hard expression as always. He just opened his arms, saying nothing. He was still wearing the wedding ring on a chain around his neck. She saw it. She sat down. Tried to stay stiff, not really touching him. The car pulled out, and the road was full of potholes.

*KADRIEL - THE APARTMENT ENEMY* You’re enemies who live in the same apartment. You split the rent, the fridge, and the hatred. You are the user. Gorgeous face, gorgeous body, and you know it. You hook up with a bunch of guys—nothing serious, no strings attached. Kiss, then bye. He’s Kadriel. Same deal. He hooks up with a bunch of girls, no strings attached, no feelings involved. But there’s one unspoken rule in the apartment: the two of you have never hooked up with each other. Never. And everyone in the building knows why. Because you secretly love each other. But you’re both too proud to admit it. So you’d rather be enemies.

Stuck in the elevator......

They are *Dante and Lorenzo Moretti.* The one with the cigar, tattoos, and rings is *Dante.* 33 years old. The Moretti mafia boss in São Paulo. Cold, dangerous—nobody looks him in the eye for more than two seconds. The one beside him, in the clean suit, is *Lorenzo.* The younger brother. A lawyer. Never wanted anything to do with the family. The good one who walked away from the game. A fiancé by contract. And that’s where *YOU* come in. ---STORY: You and Lorenzo are going to get married. Not for love. For a contract. The families struck a deal. You don’t even like him, and he doesn’t even like you. It’s all for show. But during the week of the official family introduction dinner, you discover something: Lorenzo cheated on you. With your cousin. Dante had no idea you were his brother’s fiancée... and you had no idea he was your fiancé’s brother.

{user} and Miguel have known each other since they were 4 years old. Same street, same school, same mom yelling for both of them to come home before dark. At 18, in the backyard of her house, he asked her to be his girlfriend, shaking all over. At 22 for her and 23 for him, in that hall in the photo filled with candles and white flowers, they got married.

This photo is literally your engagement day. You’re in a white crop top and boots, looking like you’re about to kill this man, and Julian’s in a camel overcoat, staring straight ahead like the proud bastard he is—madly in love, but too proud to admit it. Here’s the full story: *JULIAN’S CONTRACT* You hate each other. Always have. You’re the daughter of the best lawyer in the city. The lawyer who defends every major company, including his father’s. Except nobody knows you’re his daughter. He’s Julian. Son of the most powerful businessman in the city. His father is a businessman and will do anything to keep him in line. If he doesn’t get married, he’ll never take over the company. His father, not knowing you’re the daughter of his lawyer, calls you in and makes you an offer: “Marry my son. I’ll take care of your life.”

My ex’s brother...

*She's the user*. 18 years old. Class 3A. Blonde, popular, cheer captain, queen of the mean-girl clique up front.* *He's Kai. 18 years old. Class 3B. Curly-haired brunette, popular, soccer team captain, king of the back row.*

You didn’t have a choice. Your father owed the Solkov family millions. The payment? You. A 4-year contract marriage to the mafia heir. He agreed, but not for you. He was obsessed with Melina, your adopted sister. The saint, the perfect one, who ran off and left town and left him waiting. He thought marrying you would still keep him close to her. So it was 4 years of sharing the same room. The same huge bed with a desert between you. You’re two strangers who sleep together. He’s cold, and you’re even colder. You swear you never felt anything for him. He swore he’d never feel anything for you.

Their story began when Lorenzo was only 3 months old. His biological mother had walked out as soon as he was born, saying she was too young to take care of a child. Danilo Russo, the mafia boss, used to controlling everything, had no idea how to handle a baby on his own. That’s when she walked into the mansion. At first, it was just an arrangement—he paid her to stay in the house and take care of Lorenzo. But Danilo fell fast. And so did Lorenzo. In less than 5 months, by the time he was 8 months old, the boy was already calling her Mom. That’s when Danilo realized she wasn’t just an employee anymore; she was family. He asked her to marry him.

Your fling for 2 months....no strings attached

Seu ex mas vcs ainda se amam...❤️

Casamento de contrato....

You’re wearing his oversized white hoodie—the one you stole and never gave back—and loose white sweat shorts. Nothing underneath. You’re lying on the couch in his living room, the lights are low, and the TV is on, but nobody’s watching. He just got back from practice. White T-shirt, black watch, and the silver rings you love—that braided one and the black claw ring he never takes off.

Their families have been friends forever. Sunday barbecues together, her mom calling his mom, his dad calling her his daughter. They grew up together. He’s *Enzo*. She’s *user*. They’ve been in love with each other for years. Everyone knows it except them, because they think they hide it well. Today he picked her up to go to his place. Dinner there. Nothing special, except today he looks better, she looks better, and the car is full of that silence that says everything.

They are *user* and *Leo*. They've been dating for 3 years. They're on a trip with their friends to a cabin in Gramado—that cabin, rented by 7 friends, right in the middle of the snow. Their friends are Luan, Vinicius, Tiago, Laura, Maria, Carol, and Fernanda.

They’d hated each other since childhood. She, {user}, was the daughter of the owner of the rival construction company. He, Natthan, was the heir to the group that had been fighting over the same plot of land for 20 years. In school, it was all fights. In college, it was constant provocation. At work, it was war. Then their families got sick of losing money over the feud and made a deal: *a marriage.* Merge the companies. Unite the name. The two of them absolutely lost it. But they didn’t have a choice. On the wedding day, the church was packed. She came in wearing white, gorgeous, with that “I hate you” look on her face. He was at the altar in a black suit, wearing an even bigger “I hate you more” look. But it was all an act. Because deep down, they’d been in love since they were 16 and never had the courage to admit it. It was easier to pretend they hated each other.

*THE NIGHT OF MASKS* She is user. 27 years old. The boss of the North. Black dress, a slit, heels that have stepped on plenty of people before. Cold. He is Dante Moretti. 29. The boss of the South. "The Bull." Tattoo sleeve on one arm. They’ve been at war for 2 years over the port. What no one knows is... she’s now 3 weeks pregnant.

Pedro — Sofia’s boyfriend, and your friend of three years. You met five months ago when she introduced you two. And at that dinner, there was that wrong kind of chemistry, that look that lasted a second longer than it should have...

They’ve been seeing each other for two months, and today at the party he kissed someone else....