<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327</id><updated>2012-02-11T09:08:46.842-02:00</updated><category term='Teenage Dream'/><category term='Devastadora Paixão'/><category term='Firework'/><category term='O Jogo do amor'/><category term='Corações Partidos'/><category term='O Assassino do twitter'/><category term='Você Pertence a mim'/><category term='Alejandro-A Senha Illuminati'/><category term='Quem é você?'/><category term='Rubi'/><category term='Adolescente em Crise'/><category term='Links'/><title type='text'>MWN : De volta em 2012!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>186</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-6985170059305037961</id><published>2012-02-10T09:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T09:35:34.733-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora é pra valer! 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Em março. O novo MWN.'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-5479243640130192530</id><published>2011-11-19T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T15:30:00.615-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alejandro-A Senha Illuminati'/><title type='text'>Alejandro-A Senha Illuminati: 5º e Ultimo Capítulo: Nasce um novo Alejandro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s1600/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484908776985514338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s400/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 354px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atlântida: Quarto de Felipe:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chegou a hora Gaga, a hora em que você perderá sua virgindade. O sangue do seu povo será desonrado e você terá dentro de si, um pedaço de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Gaga permanece em silêncio obedecendo as ordens de Felipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tire a roupa e venha aqui tirar a minha.&lt;br /&gt;Gaga obedece e os dois tranzam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Escrava, para você que é uma virgem, foi ótima esta experiência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Para mim, neste momento, só existe um vazio dentro de mim e um ódio enorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O ódio é excitante, eu adoro mulheres assim.&lt;br /&gt;A nova arma Illuminati, a bomba, dá certo e explode os portões de Atlântida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O que foi isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Uma arma que meu pai deixou para o nosso povo antes de morrer. E agora, você tem uma coisa que pertence aos Illuminatis. Eu a quero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas que coisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Você possui Alejandro, a senha Illuminati.&lt;br /&gt;Gaga enfia um garfo no peito de Felipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sua maldita, então era tudo uma armadilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Desde o começo...&lt;br /&gt;Gaga rasga o peito de Felipe com uma espada e de lá, tira o seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Aqui está, a senha Illuminati.&lt;br /&gt;Após matar Felipe e conseguir a senha, Gaga a declara para o povo Atlânti que é liberto juntamente com os outros povos conquistados por Felipe. O povo Illuminati, após 500 anos, vive feliz, sem guerras e violência no lugar que sempre foi deles por direito, o reino Illuminati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 meses depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esta criança será muito feliz. Mesmo sendo filho de Felipe, ele também é meu filho, e se tornará o novo rei Illuminati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Parteira:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Qual será o nome dele?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Será Alejandro, o destinado a carregar a senha Illuminati dentro de seu peito.&lt;br /&gt;O coração da criança brilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tenho certeza que daqui a milhares de anos, quando nosso povo não existir mais, seremos lembrados na TV, em web-novelas, rádios e outros meios de comunicação como o povo mais forte e feliz do mundo. O povo Illuminati, aquele que derrubou o império Atlânti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-5479243640130192530?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/5479243640130192530/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/alejandro-senha-illuminati-5-e-ultimo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/5479243640130192530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/5479243640130192530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/alejandro-senha-illuminati-5-e-ultimo.html' title='Alejandro-A Senha Illuminati: 5º e Ultimo Capítulo: Nasce um novo Alejandro'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s72-c/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-2035680587594004537</id><published>2011-11-13T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T15:30:00.988-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alejandro-A Senha Illuminati'/><title type='text'>Alejandro-A Senha Illuminati: 4º Capítulo: O povo Illuminati é escravizado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s1600/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484908776985514338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s400/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 354px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após 5 dias de viagem, a comitiva da rainha Gaga finalmente chega a Atlântida.&lt;br /&gt;Os soldados de Felipe levam a rainha Gaga e a comitiva é presa logo após.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atlântida: Quarto de Felipe:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Finalmente rainha Gaga, depois de 500 anos, eu a terei na minha cama. Você será a minha escrava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sim mestre, eu serei sua escrava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Achei a sua entrega muito fácil. Achei até mesmo que poderia estar tramando algo. Mas saiba que se estiver tramando alguma coisa, dará errado, pois meu reino é ipenetrável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Não estou tramando nada, só me entreguei a você porque queria meu povo livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Agora você verá como o seu povo está livre.&lt;br /&gt;Uma bruxa entra no quarto com uma bola de vidro e mostra para a rainha Gaga como está Illuminati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seu povo foi escravizado, estão debaixo de chibatas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Você não cumpriu seu acordo, eu exijo que liberte meu povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Aqui você não pode exigir mais nada, você não é mais uma rainha, agora é a minha escrava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enquanto isso, em uma floresta próxima de Atlântida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Capitão:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Companheiros de guerra, esta arma é a nossa única esperança. Se não der certo, tenho certeza que todos nós morreremos e o povo Illuminati será exterminado do planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Os soldados permanecem em silêncio com medo da morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Capitão:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se morrermos, iremos para o céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atlântida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Atlântida, o povo comenta a chegada da rainha Illuminati para se entregar a Felipe.&lt;br /&gt;Crianças atiram pedra na cruz (simbolo religioso do povo Illuminati).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um fato que vai ficar para a história está prestes a acontecer. Pela primeira vez, uma rainha se deitará na cama de um rei inimigo. Será o fim da raça Illuminati e de toda a sua cultura? Ou o plano de Gaga dará certo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-2035680587594004537?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/2035680587594004537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/alejandro-senha-illuminati-4-capitulo-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/2035680587594004537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/2035680587594004537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/alejandro-senha-illuminati-4-capitulo-o.html' title='Alejandro-A Senha Illuminati: 4º Capítulo: O povo Illuminati é escravizado'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s72-c/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-2066599344034812695</id><published>2011-11-12T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T15:30:00.890-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alejandro-A Senha Illuminati'/><title type='text'>Alejandro-A Senha Illuminati: 3º Capítulo: Que os Deuses nos ajudem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s1600/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484908776985514338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s400/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 354px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reino Illuminati:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rainha Gaga se prepara para ir a Atlântida para se entregar a Felipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Meu povo, me entregarei ao inímigo para salvar vocês. Eu amo o povo Illuminati mais que a minha própria vida. Agradeço ao meu pai, Alejandro que me protegeu durante 500 anos, mas chegou a hora de acabar com esta guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Os tambores soam os ouvidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O nosso povo, triunfará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enquanto isso, no reino Atlanti:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hoje é um dia histórico para o nosso povo. Os nossos inímigos se entregaram com medo da batalha, a rainha Gaga terá sua virgindade perdida e será morta assim que praticarmos o que chamamos de Acasalamento. Viva ao povo Atlânti...&lt;br /&gt;O povo grita e comemora a entrega Illuminati. Mal sabem que a rainha Gaga prepara uma armadilha para Felipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reino Illuminati: Fábrica de Armas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Capitão:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Esta arma não pode ter defeito algum, ela decidirá o destino do nosso povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Escravo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Eu rezo todos os dias para que não morramos fabricando esta arma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Capitão:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se morrermos, morreremos com orgulho.&lt;br /&gt;O exército Illuminati pega a rainha no castelo e começa a viagem para leva-la a Atlântida.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de sair, Gaga engole um terço e reza para os Deuses ajudarem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-2066599344034812695?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/2066599344034812695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/alejandro-senha-illuminati-3-capitulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/2066599344034812695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/2066599344034812695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/alejandro-senha-illuminati-3-capitulo.html' title='Alejandro-A Senha Illuminati: 3º Capítulo: Que os Deuses nos ajudem'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s72-c/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-6037442644556858360</id><published>2011-11-09T18:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:41:11.058-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devastadora Paixão'/><title type='text'>Devastadora Paixão| 9° Capitulo| Penúltimo Capitulo| Mirela se suicida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4xVo8T9Y9U/TmdWDT1W9AI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/qlUa5-8WrOQ/s400/devastadorapaix%25C3%25A3o.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hospital Publico São José – Quarto – Manhã.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Marta sem ser vista consegue entrar no quarto de Rodrigo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marta:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não queria fazer isso com você, pois você nunca me fez mal, mais essa é a vida! Agora vamos lá! Tenho que cumprir minha missão!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rodrigo abre os olhos bem devagar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rodrigo:&lt;/b&gt; Mirela... Mirela! Meu amor! – &lt;b&gt;Diz ele delirando.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marta:&lt;/b&gt; Você deve amar muito minha filha, mais não vai ter jeito, é sua vida ou a minha, e eu escolho a minha é claro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Marta desliga os aparelhos de Rodrigo e aos poucos ele vai perdendo a respiração e vai se asfixiando, Marta vai embora e ele continua a se asfixiar. &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Mirela- Tarde – Quarto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thiago chega e encontra Mirela deitada na cama.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago:&lt;/b&gt; Mirela, onde voe passou a manhã?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Fui ver o Rodrigo no hospital.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago:&lt;/b&gt; Então esse foi o seu ultimo encontro com ele, pois hora dessas ele está morto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela: &lt;/b&gt;Como assim?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago:&lt;/b&gt; Eu mandei sua mãe lá no hospital pra dar um fim nele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: Você não tem coração! Você não tem alma, eu te odeio!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago&lt;/b&gt;: Eu não tenho alma mesmo! Eu vendi minha alma pra te ter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: Você é sujo, é nojento! Eu vou agora mesmo, ver o Rodrigo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago:&lt;/b&gt; Não vai!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thiago pega Mirela e a arrasta ate o quarto, depois ele a solta e ela pega uma arma e dá um tiro nele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Eu te odeio! E espero que você vá direto para o inferno, pois lá é o seu lugar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thiago morre e Mirela vai ao hospital.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hospital Publico São José- Noite – Quarto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mirela chega e vai ao quarto de Rodrigo e quando chega lá encontra a funerário o levando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: O que aconteceu? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Aconteceu que você conseguiu, você matou o Rodrigo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Eu nunca quis fazer isso com ele, se eu soubesse que isso ia acontecer...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Você teria feito a mesma coisa, por que você é uma mulher sem coração.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Não me culpe mais ainda!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Eu desejo pra você toda a infelicidade do mundo e que a culpa te corroa ate&amp;nbsp; morte.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Laura sai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; O que causou a morte dele?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medico&lt;/b&gt;: Alguém desligou os aparelhos dele!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Eu queria ter morrido no lugar dele, eu não vou agüentar tamanho vazio no meu coração!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Meses se passam, e Rodrigo é cremado e as cinzas jogadas no mar. Laura vive sozinha, Julia, Fred e Marcela ainda continuam juntos e vivendo o amor, Mirela enterrou o corpo de Thiago, Marta leva a mesma vida de antes, e Mirela entra numa profunda depressão...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Mirela- Noite- Quarto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mirela anda desgovernada por toda a casa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não agüento mais essa solidão que me coroe, eu não suporto essa culpa que tomou conta de mim, eu não consigo viver longe do Rodrigo, eu nasci pra ele, e ele nasceu pra mim, ele é a minha alma gêmea a agora que ele se foi eu não tenho mais razões pra viver!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mirela se joga da sacada de seu quarto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; 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color: #181818; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s1600/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484908776985514338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s400/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; 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Nós só temos cavalos e homens, não há chance de ganharmos esta guerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Conselheiro:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não podemos desistir rainha, nosso povo não merece isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Já decidi o que vou fazer. Esta guerra acaba hoje. Envie um comunicado ao rei de Atlântida, Felipe. Me casarei com ele e unirei os dois reinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Conselheiro:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Você não pode fazer isto rainha Gaga, seu pai lutou nesta guerra durante 500 anos para não te entregar a Felipe, e agora você vai fazer tudo o que ele menos queria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Conselheiro, quando eu era criança meu pai me contava histórias. Um dia, ele me contou uma que eu nunca esqueci. Existe uma senha, chamada Alejandro no coração de Felipe, que ele herdou de seu pai Dicésar. Se Felipe morrer, e esta senha for dita diante do povo Atlanti, todos os escravos, criaturas do inferno e pessoas serão libertadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Conselheiro:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Você nunca vai conseguir mata-lo. Ele é ipenetrável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nenhum homem resiste aos encantos de uma mulher. Quando ele menos esperar, o nosso cavalo de Tróia já terá tomado todas as suas riquezas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Atlântida: Quarto do Rei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felipe se diverte com prostitutas, quando um escravo chega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Escravo:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Senhor, a rainha Illuminati mandou uma mensagem para o senhor. O mensageiro disse que era importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ué. Será que ela está com medo da guerra? Inimigos não mandam mensagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe lê a notificação:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rei Felipe, eu, rainha do reino Illuminati, Gaga Alejandro Cruztasi me entrego a você, em troca que não faça mal ao meu povo e os deixe livres em Illuminati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Felipe:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Deixa-los livres? 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color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/S0nqKqK_VTI/AAAAAAAAEy4/emcnlQbhOiI/s1600-h/banner.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425124694984447282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/S0nqKqK_VTI/AAAAAAAAEy4/emcnlQbhOiI/s400/banner.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floresta: Fim da Tarde:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hellow, nenhum homem nunca mais cairá sobre os seus encantos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Droga, se eu não posso ter todos os homens para mim, você também não terá.&lt;br /&gt;Camila joga a pérola dentro do rio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Não....&lt;br /&gt;Natália avança para cima de Natália e começa a esbofetea-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sua cachorra, sua prostituta, vadia, você vai pagar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sai de cima de mim seu animal.&lt;br /&gt;Natália dá uma seqüência de tapas em Camila.&lt;br /&gt;Bofe, bafe, tapppy, splash;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aii, paraaa, tá doendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Grita sua vadia, eu vou te bater até você não agüentar mais.&lt;br /&gt;Os policiais tiram Natália de cima de Camila e ela se controla.&lt;br /&gt;Camila é levada algemada para a cadeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prisão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.globalframe.com.br/gf_base/empresas/MIGA/imagens/A9CE1D0C2785A17F6F60DC96E63A4C72EF51_pris%C3%A3o2.jpg" height="425" src="http://www.globalframe.com.br/gf_base/empresas/MIGA/imagens/A9CE1D0C2785A17F6F60DC96E63A4C72EF51_pris%C3%A3o2.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="391" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me tirem daqui, vocês vão pagar por isto, eu não fui feita para ficar nesta gaiola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Policial:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quer sair gracinha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Você ainda pergunta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Policial:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me dá um beijinho vai? Sussurre no meu ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;Camila faz tudo que o policial pede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Policial:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sabe o que eu vou fazer agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me ajudar a sair daqui, é claro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Policial:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Agora eu vou voltar para o meu plantão e fingir que nada aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ahhh, seu burrico de galoxa, você prometeu me tirar daqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Policial:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu menti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me tire, eu posso te dar muito prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Policial:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se você tentar me subornar mais uma vez oferecendo seu corpo, posso depor contra você e piorar ainda mais seu caso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Seu idiota. Olha pra você, você é tão brega que nenhuma mulher nunca vai te querer. Eu sou uma Lady, olha meu corpinho sarado, minha bundinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Policial:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ah, acabei de me lembrar. Chegou a hora de você lavar o banheiro masculino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O que? Não, não, você está brincando.&lt;br /&gt;Camila é arrastada e trancada dentro do banheiro masculino que está imundo e com enorme mal cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me tira daqui seus policiais malditos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Policial:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Eu tiro, mas só quando este banheiro estiver brilhando. Mas pode se acostumar, amanhã tem mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Nãooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casa da Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.bookings.net/images/hotel/org/309/309330.jpg" src="http://www.bookings.net/images/hotel/org/309/309330.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; height: 277px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; width: 416px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;O filme está ótimo amiga.&lt;br /&gt;A campainha toca e a mãe de Natália vai atender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marta:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oi André, entre...&lt;br /&gt;André e Natália se olham...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marta:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Filha, vou até a mercearia buscar ingredientes para fazer o Papo de Anjo que você adora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu vou junto.&lt;br /&gt;André e Natália ficam sozinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Natália, eu vim aqui te pedir desculpas por tudo que eu te fiz passar. Eu era cego de amor pela Camila, nem sabia para que a pérola servia. Mas agora eu sei, e estou arrependido. Eeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eeee o que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Quem sabe agora que tudo deu certo e foi esclarecido, você, nós, agente, poderiamos nos dar uma nova chance pra valer. Desta vez, pra valer mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Pensei que nunca iria falar...&lt;br /&gt;André e Natália se beijam e do lado de fora, Paulo e Marta espiam da janela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marta:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Que lindo, o jogo do amor faz loucuras na nossa vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu com um bofe desses nunca mais ia querer jogar o amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marta:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;KKKKKK;;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em um uma fazenda longe dali, crianças brincam no rio....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.morro.travel/imagens/pousadas/fazenda%20caeira.jpg" src="http://www.morro.travel/imagens/pousadas/fazenda%20caeira.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Menina:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pai, olha só a pedra que eu achei dentro do rio.&lt;br /&gt;A pedra brilha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pai:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sim filhinha, pode pedir tudo que você quiser pro papai que eu vou fazer. Seus pedidos são uma ordem.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da casa, uma velha senhora conta história para 3 crianças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Velha:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;E em uma fazenda , com uma filha conquistando um pai sem mesmo saber, o jogo do amor não teve um fim... A crianças, não podia esquecer de falar, Natália e André depois de muito tempo, se casaram e Paulo, leva todos os dias um lanche para Victor na cadeia. Camila passou o resto dos seus dias lavando banheiro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #181818; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fim? Não! Amanhã estreia a 2° temporada...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-1828479985563576764?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/1828479985563576764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-jogo-do-amor-ultimo-capitulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/1828479985563576764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/1828479985563576764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-jogo-do-amor-ultimo-capitulo.html' title='O Jogo do Amor: Ultimo Capítulo'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/S0nqKqK_VTI/AAAAAAAAEy4/emcnlQbhOiI/s72-c/banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-8387263642310656251</id><published>2011-11-05T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T15:30:00.516-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alejandro-A Senha Illuminati'/><title type='text'>Alejandro-A Senha Illuminati: 1º Capítulo: A morte do rei Alejandro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s1600/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484908776985514338" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s400/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 354px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há milhares de anos atraz, os Illuminatis viveram na Terra como um povo de tecnologia avançada e educação rígida. Assim como Cleópatra governava o egito, Illuminati também tinha uma rainha, a rainha Gaga, destinada a morrer para salvar seu povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reino Illuminati: Véspera de Batalha:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os soldados marcham pelo reino e o som dos tambores pode ser ouvido pelos quatro cantos. O clima é muito tenso, o povo passa por uma guerra que já dura 500 anos e que está perto de seu fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O exército Illuminati composto por homens, coloca fogo na floresta e começa o ritual de batalha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Torre da Rainha: Trono:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A neve cai enquanto a rainha Gaga chora em seus aposentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Será que está guerra nunca terá um fim? Já perdi as pessoas que mais amava, a ultima foi você, Alejandro.&lt;br /&gt;Com maquiagem forte e roupas pretas, Gaga sofre sem poder derramar lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;O exército dança para a rainha que é fria e não demonstra sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Escrava:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Minha senhora, o enterro de Alejandro já vai começar.&lt;br /&gt;O fogo da mata brilha nos olhos da rainha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Quando menos esperar, minha alma estará ao seu lado Alejandro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto acontece o enterro do antigo rei Illuminati, os Atlantas, povo inímigo se prepara para atacar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enterro de Alejandro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No enterro, tudo é silêncioso. Os gatos miam e os lobos ruivam, com um coração de pedra na mão, Gaga coloca fogo em seu amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Gaga:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Por você e pelo nosso povo, eu morrerei lutando.&lt;br /&gt;Gaga pega uma tocha e coloca fogo na tumba enquanto a neve cai no silêncio da noite.&lt;br /&gt;A lua some no céu entre as nuvens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-8387263642310656251?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/8387263642310656251/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/alejandro-senha-illuminati-1-capitulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/8387263642310656251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/8387263642310656251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/alejandro-senha-illuminati-1-capitulo.html' title='Alejandro-A Senha Illuminati: 1º Capítulo: A morte do rei Alejandro'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TB5PeO2k0WI/AAAAAAAAHGQ/N5ITVOzbJ_c/s72-c/logo+classifica%C3%A7%C3%A3o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-7926427937991637585</id><published>2011-11-04T19:00:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T19:00:05.353-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>Rubi| 40° Capitulo| A Descarada| Ultimo Capitulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s400/rubi.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horas depois - Hospital - Tarde.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda chega.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Tenho que ser&amp;nbsp;rápida&amp;nbsp;meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; O que houve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Arranjei ajuda e por isso vou fugir por alguns tempos. O diretor aqui desse hospital se encantou comigo e irá me ajudar a fugir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda: &lt;/b&gt;E eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Devido a situação que aquela cachorra me deixou eu não vou poder te levar. Não agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Quando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Assim que você cumprir sua missão aqui no Brasil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda&lt;/b&gt;: Missão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Sim. Destruir a vida do Alessandro e da Maribel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda: &lt;/b&gt;Mas como?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Com o tempo. Só ele poderá nós ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi entrega um celular a Fernanda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Vamos manter contato por esse celular. E eu estarei sempre te guiando para o que você precisar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda abraça Rubi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Eu confio em você. Eu vou te esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda sorri.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Alessandro - Sala - Noite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro chega desesperado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; O que houve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro: &lt;/b&gt;A Rubi. Fugiu do hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Ela não me intimida mais. Não vai nós fazer mal algum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro: &lt;/b&gt;Como tem tanta certeza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pressentimento&amp;nbsp;de mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Não vai me dizer que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Sim. Eu estou gravida meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt;Obrigado, Maribel... Por me fazer o homem mais feliz desse mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro e Maribel se beijam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meses depois - Hospício&amp;nbsp;- Jardim - Dia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genaro sentado esperando por Elisa. Ela chega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genaro&lt;/b&gt;: Como você está?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa:&lt;/b&gt; Como acha que eu estou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genaro:&lt;/b&gt; Ainda continua tendo aquelas suas&amp;nbsp;alucinações?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa&lt;/b&gt;: Não são alucinações! É real. Eu juro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genaro: &lt;/b&gt;Você vai ficar boa. Eu tenho certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não to louca... Eu vejo, eu converso com o Heitor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genaro: &lt;/b&gt;Vai demorar, mas eu tenho certeza que você vai melhorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa&lt;/b&gt;: Vai embora daqui... Eu não quero te ver nunca mais. Vai embora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genaro sai. Elisa começa a falar sozinha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Rosario - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosario, Cristina e Caetano na sala.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina&lt;/b&gt;: Vamos agora brindar a tudo de bom que tem&amp;nbsp;acontecido&amp;nbsp;conosco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosario&lt;/b&gt;: Depois de tanta tristeza, um pouco de felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caetano:&lt;/b&gt; É nas coisas bobas da vida que estão a nossa maior virtude. Primeiro vem o amor, depois vem os bens materiais, que são&amp;nbsp;essências, mas não fundamentais para a felicidade de uma pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina:&lt;/b&gt; Feliz ano novo a todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eles brindam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15 Anos depois...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Maribel - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Maribel abre uma correspondência. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Maribel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Do México? Quem será?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Maribel abre a carta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;“Surpresa! Seus dias de felicidade, de conto de fadas, estão chegando ao fim! Finalmente eu vou poder me vingar de você, eu vou te ver destruída! No chão. Da sua amiga Eterna, Rubi.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Maribel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Não pode ser! Depois de anos ela está voltando pra me infernizar novamente. Mas dessa vez eu não vou deixar, ela não vai conseguir destruir a minha vida. De novo, não!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Casa de Rosario - Quarto - Dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fernanda fala com Rubi no telefone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Nosso dia está chegando! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Não vejo a hora de acabar com a vida da Maribel. E quanto a você? Como está?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Estou em Cancun, tendo uma vida de rainha! Me casei com o tal diretor do hospital.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo o matei... Do mesmo jeito que fiz com o Heitor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Alem dele ter me curado, me deixou uma bela quantia em dinheiro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Quero que me ligue sempre, para me dar orientações do que fazer!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Assim que acabar sua missão, ai no Brasil, eu mando uma passagem de avião pra você vir pra cá, curtir a vida comigo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Você é a melhor! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fernanda desliga o telefone e sai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hospital Nossa Senhora das Graças – Manhã – Sala do Diretor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alessandro conversa com seu filho Marcelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marcelo: &lt;/b&gt;Ano que vem finalmente eu me formo! E virei exercer a minha profissão aqui no seu hospital.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Tenho certeza que será o melhor medico do mundo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marcelo:&lt;/b&gt; Não! Esse posto cabe a você!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alessandro e Marcelo se abraçam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meses depois...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Cancun – &amp;nbsp;Praia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fernanda e Rubi estão tomando sol á beira da praia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Fernanda: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Estou tão triste, por ter fracassado no nosso plano. E olha que eu tentei de tudo. Joguei sujo, armei e nada...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Não importa. Eu fracassei uma vez e não vou te condenar por ter fracassado&amp;nbsp;também. Agora vamos parar de falar daqueles dois, pra podermos curtir o nosso momento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda: &lt;/b&gt;To me sentindo uma fracassada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;A vida é isso &lt;b&gt;bebê&lt;/b&gt;... Num dia a gente ganha, no outro perde... Mas o importante é que estamos aqui, firmes e fortes pra continuar tudo novamente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Por que o seu Rubi alem de brilhante é&amp;nbsp;indestrutível!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;A nossa felicidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda e Rubi brindam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIM?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-7926427937991637585?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/7926427937991637585/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/rubi-40-capitulo-descarada-ultimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/7926427937991637585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/7926427937991637585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/rubi-40-capitulo-descarada-ultimo.html' title='Rubi| 40° Capitulo| A Descarada| Ultimo Capitulo'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s72-c/rubi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-6436157401100635127</id><published>2011-11-04T18:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T18:00:04.300-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corações Partidos'/><title type='text'>Corações Partidos| 38° Capitulo| Final Feliz| Ultimo Capitulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s400/sasasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Bárbara - Sala - Noite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Padre já realizando o casamento de Bárbara e Carlos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Padre: &lt;/b&gt;Bárbara é de sua vontade se casar com Carlos Diniz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;Sim. É o que eu mais quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Padre: &lt;/b&gt;Carlos Diniz você aceita se casar com Bárbara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;Aceito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Padre:&lt;/b&gt; Então lhes considero marido e mulher. E o que Deus uniu, o homem não separa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos e Bárbara se beijam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minutos depois...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Bárbara - Quarto - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara está retocando a maquiagem. Larissa chega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;O que faz aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa:&lt;/b&gt; Acho que precisamos conversar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Eu prefiro não tocar nesse assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa&lt;/b&gt;: E vai fugir dos seus problemas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Só não quero mais sofrer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa:&lt;/b&gt; Eu quero o seu perdão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; E será que eu devo te perdoar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa: &lt;/b&gt;Eu no seu lugar não perdoaria de jeito algum. Mas você é diferente. Você é boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;O que você fez comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa&lt;/b&gt;: Não fui eu. Foi o amor que bateu mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Eu tento te entender, mas&amp;nbsp;sinceramente&amp;nbsp;não consigo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa&lt;/b&gt;: Então não me entende. Só me perdoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;Só o tempo dirá isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa:&lt;/b&gt; E se o tempo não disser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Ele vai dizer. Eu tenho certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa: &lt;/b&gt;Se você está dizendo... Quem sou eu pra duvidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Não vai me dar um abraço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa:&lt;/b&gt; É claro que sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa e Bárbara se abraçam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alguns dias depois...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nova York - Hotel - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse deitada ao lado de Rafael.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse: &lt;/b&gt;Aaah... Parece que a vida resolveu cooperar comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rafael: &lt;/b&gt;Por que diz isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Ta tudo dando certo. Ainda mais agora que estamos planejando o nosso&amp;nbsp;próximo&amp;nbsp;golpe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rafael:&lt;/b&gt; O&amp;nbsp;próximo&amp;nbsp;de muitos outros que ainda virão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse&lt;/b&gt;: Claro! Nada nós impedirá de&amp;nbsp;realizar&amp;nbsp;os nossos objetivos. E quem tentar eu passo por cima e e esmago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rafael:&lt;/b&gt; É assim que se fala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rafael e Clarisse se beijam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clinica de Reabilitação - Jardim - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hugo chega. Carla o encara.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hugo:&lt;/b&gt; Ta melhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla:&lt;/b&gt; As coisas tão acontecendo de vagar... Agora é ter paciência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hugo:&lt;/b&gt; Eu vim te dizer que antes de você vir pra cá eu já tinha tomado a minha decisão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla:&lt;/b&gt; Não fala nada disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hugo:&lt;/b&gt; E eu tinha escolhido ficar com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla:&lt;/b&gt; Eu te amo, Hugo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hugo:&lt;/b&gt; Eu&amp;nbsp;também. E eu vou te esperar o tempo que for preciso pra gente ficar juntos. Pra sempre. Eu quero me casar, ter filhos, quero formar uma&amp;nbsp;família&amp;nbsp;ao seu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla&lt;/b&gt;: Eu digo o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla e Hugo se beijam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aeroporto - Embarque - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza se levanta em direção ao avião. Bárbara se aproxima.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza: &lt;/b&gt;Pensei que não viria mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; E achou que eu ia deixar minha filha ir embora sem minha benção?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza: &lt;/b&gt;Não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Vim te desejar boa sorte nessa nova fase da sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza:&lt;/b&gt; Eu vou precisar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Que você seja muito feliz. É só isso que eu desejo a você: Felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza: &lt;/b&gt;Eu vou ser! Por que eu vou lutar por ela. Não vou esperar que ela venha bater na minha&amp;nbsp;porta&amp;nbsp; Eu vou atrás, e mesmo com derrotas eu não vou desistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara abraça Luiza.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Estão chamando seu vôo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza:&lt;/b&gt; Ate mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 Anos Depois...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Bárbara - Sala - Noite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Familiares reunidos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;Depois de tantos acontecimentos turbulentos estamos aqui para festejar o que há de mais importante na vida: A&amp;nbsp;família.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa&lt;/b&gt;: Aconteceu de tudo nesses&amp;nbsp;últimos&amp;nbsp;anos, mas o importante é que resistimos a tudo o que&amp;nbsp;aconteceu. O tempo&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;nós ajudou muito. Ele soube apagar as magoas, a trazer as coisas boas, e as coisas ruins... Valeu a pena esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Muita gente partiu os nossos corações, mas aprendemos a juntar os cacos para&amp;nbsp;reconstruí&amp;nbsp;-ló&amp;nbsp;depois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara beijar Carlos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="240" src="http://mundodorpg.files.wordpress.com/2011/08/fim.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-6436157401100635127?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/6436157401100635127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/coracoes-partidos-38-capitulo-final.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/6436157401100635127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/6436157401100635127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/coracoes-partidos-38-capitulo-final.html' title='Corações Partidos| 38° Capitulo| Final Feliz| Ultimo Capitulo'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s72-c/sasasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-600068333454653723</id><published>2011-11-03T22:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T22:18:33.732-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Links'/><title type='text'>Adolescente em crise será reprisada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmj8uET025g/TmqSjgAO0SI/AAAAAAAAA2g/OPk35dpZY2k/s400/adolescente.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E para você que perdeu a 1° temporada de Adolescente em crise mas que está louco para ler, vou postar abaixo o link de todos os&amp;nbsp;capítulos. Ah, não se esqueça, nessa segunda as 17h30 estreia a segunda temporada da trama. Não percam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-1-capitulo-juliana_4158.html"&gt;1° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-2-capitulo-icaro_168.html"&gt;2° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-3-capitulo-juliana_5739.html"&gt;3° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-4-capitulo-taylor_7125.html"&gt;4° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-5-capitulo-icaro-e_3260.html"&gt;5° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-6-capitulo-icaro_5281.html"&gt;6° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-7-capitulo-bianca_8086.html"&gt;7° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-8-capitulo-taylor_400.html"&gt;8° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-9-capitulo-juliana_9914.html"&gt;9° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-10-capitulo-taylor_5215.html"&gt;10° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-11-capitulo_26.html"&gt;11° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-12-capitulo-bianca_27.html"&gt;12° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-13-capitulo-lucas_28.html"&gt;13° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-14-capitulo-icaro_29.html"&gt;14° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/09/adolescente-em-crise-15-capitulo-bianca_30.html"&gt;15° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/adolescente-em-crise-16-capitulo-alice.html"&gt;16° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/adolescente-em-crise-17-capitulo.html"&gt;17° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/adolescente-em-crise-18-capitulo-taylor.html"&gt;18° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/adolescente-em-crise-19-capitulo.html"&gt;19° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/adolescente-em-crise-20-capitulo-ultimo.html"&gt;20° Capitulo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wmj8uET025g/TmqSjgAO0SI/AAAAAAAAA2g/OPk35dpZY2k/s72-c/adolescente.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-5018598469247857197</id><published>2011-11-03T19:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T19:02:34.705-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>Rubi| 39° Capitulo| Rubi descobre que está paraplégica | Penúltimo Capitulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s400/rubi.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi discretamente aponta uma arma para Maribel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Se todos vocês ficarem quietinhos e nada de ruim acontece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel: &lt;/b&gt;Você não vai fazer nada de ruim conosco. Eu não vou permitir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Cala a boca. Quem dá as ordens aqui sou eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro: &lt;/b&gt;Eu não entendo... Era pra você estar morta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Era. Mas eu não estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel&lt;/b&gt;: E veio aqui fazer o que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Mandar todos vocês pro inferno!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel: &lt;/b&gt;Não. Eu não vou permitir que você estrague minha felicidade novamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel empurra Rubi da escadaria. Os convidados ficam surpresos ao&amp;nbsp;vê-lá. Cristina se aproxima da multidão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Me tirem aqui... Eu to sentindo muita dor. Não to&amp;nbsp;conseguindo&amp;nbsp;me mexer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina: &lt;/b&gt;Rubi... Mas você não tava morta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Não minha irmã. O carro explodiu. Eu sai a tempo e fugi para não ser presa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina&lt;/b&gt;: E fez tudo isso em vão. Por que agora você vai se estrepar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Me ajuda. Eu não posso ser presa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina&lt;/b&gt;: Você tanto procurou que achou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Mas eu fiz tudo isso pensando no meu bem. Nosso bem. No bem estar da nossa&amp;nbsp;família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina:&lt;/b&gt; Mas fez tudo errado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Meu&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;erro foi ter amado demais o Alessandro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina&lt;/b&gt;: Não. Seu&amp;nbsp;único&amp;nbsp;erro foi ter posto o dinheiro acima de tudo na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel chega e começa a chutar Rubi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Sua desgraçada... Você finalmente terá o que mereçe: A cadeia. Lá é seu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Deixe-a Maribel. Vamos aproveitar nossa noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro e Maribel saem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Agora sim, eu perdi o Alessandro de vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno chega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno&lt;/b&gt;: E sua liberdade&amp;nbsp;também. Você está presa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Eu não posso ser presa. Eu não aguento nem se quer me mexer. Preciso de um medico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno: &lt;/b&gt;Vamos te levar a um hospital. Mas será vigiada 24 horas por dia. Para evitar outra fuga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No dia seguinte - &amp;nbsp;Hospital - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O medico chega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: E então doutor? Como estou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medico&lt;/b&gt;: No momento você se encontra&amp;nbsp;paraplégica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Que brincadeira é essa? Do que você ta falando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medico:&lt;/b&gt; Se acalme!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Você acaba de dizer que eu to aleijada e ainda tem a&amp;nbsp;audácia&amp;nbsp;de me pedir calma?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medico&lt;/b&gt;: Você tem visitas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele sai. Rosario entra.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Fico feliz em saber que você está bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosario&lt;/b&gt;: Me dá uma angustia de ver nesse estado... Em pensar que podia ser tudo diferente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; A culpa é toda da Maribel. Aquela aleijada me deixou nesse estado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosario:&lt;/b&gt; Não Rubi. Você auto se destruiu. A ambição te tornou uma mulher fria, capaz de tudo pelos seus objetivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;E será que ter uma ambição? O objetivo de ser&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;na vida é crime?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosario: &lt;/b&gt;Não ate você&amp;nbsp;envolver&amp;nbsp;outras pessoas nessa sua busca por felicidade. Já que você considera o dinheiro a maior virtude de uma pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi chora.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosario&lt;/b&gt;: Eu tina tantos planos pra você... Mas você os destruiu. E agora só me resta a culpa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Você não tem culpa por nada que eu fiz. Você tentou de todas as maneiras me tornar uma pessoa melhor. Mas eu sempre queria mais e mais. Nunca me&amp;nbsp;contentei&amp;nbsp;com pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosario&lt;/b&gt;: Mas quero que saiba que sempre continuarei te amando...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: E eu&amp;nbsp;também. Mas agora eu só vou me dedicar a uma coisa: Me vingar do Alessandro e da Maribel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosario:&lt;/b&gt; Eu to vendo que nada que eu disser ou fizer vai adiantar. Por isso eu estou indo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Felicidades. Você merece.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosario sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-5018598469247857197?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/5018598469247857197/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/rubi-39-capitulo-rubi-descobre-que-esta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/5018598469247857197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/5018598469247857197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/rubi-39-capitulo-rubi-descobre-que-esta.html' title='Rubi| 39° Capitulo| Rubi descobre que está paraplégica | Penúltimo Capitulo'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s72-c/rubi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-1468962819696214680</id><published>2011-11-03T18:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:00:03.205-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corações Partidos'/><title type='text'>Corações Partidos| 37° Capitulo| Clarisse é procurada pela policia| Penúltimo Capitulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s400/sasasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Finalmente você conseguiu o que queria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa ri.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Você conseguiu acabar com a sua vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Eu prefiro morrer ao ter que ver o Carlos nos seus braços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Seu amor pelo Carlos era doentio. Você preferiu morrer, ao ter que perde-ló!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa: &lt;/b&gt;E eu me orgulho disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Devia se envergonhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Mas eu não vou sozinha. Eu vou te levar comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa&amp;nbsp;caída&amp;nbsp;no chão atira. Carlos entra na hora e se coloca na frente de Bárbara.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Carlos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa morre. Carlos cai no chão. Bárbara se ajoelha perto dele.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Por que você fez isso? Justo agora que a gente ia ser felizes juntos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: A bala pegou de raspão. Não pense que vais e ver livre de mim assim tão&amp;nbsp;fácil!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;Parece que agora tudo acabou. A Paula ta morta. A Vanessa&amp;nbsp;também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos:&lt;/b&gt; Os vilões que atrapalharam nossa historia finalmente desapareceram!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aconteceu&amp;nbsp;muita coisa em tão pouco tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: Mas o que importa é que a gente está aqui... Juntos!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Ate&amp;nbsp;alguém&amp;nbsp;ou alguma coisa nós separar novamente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;Não vamos pensar nem no passado, nem no futuro. O presente é nosso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara beija Carlos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dois meses depois...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apartamento de Pedro - Sala- Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Murilo e Laura se beijando.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Murilo: &lt;/b&gt;Sabe que eu gostei da morte da mamãe?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura&lt;/b&gt;: Se sim. Aquela lá era um encosto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Murilo: &lt;/b&gt;E quanto a sua mãe? Ela ta melhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura&lt;/b&gt;: Recebe alta hoje. Estou ansiosa pra ver como ela ficou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Murilo&lt;/b&gt;: Hoje é o casamento da Bárbara com o Carlos. Será que eu devo ir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;Claro que sim. Ate o Pedro e Larissa vão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Murilo&lt;/b&gt;: Mesmo assim fico sem jeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura&lt;/b&gt;: Será que a Bárbara perdoará a filha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Murilo&lt;/b&gt;: Não sei. Acho que tudo&amp;nbsp;aconteceu&amp;nbsp;rapido demais. Ela ainda ta tentando se&amp;nbsp;acostumar&amp;nbsp;com essa ideia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hospital - Quarto - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse tira a faixa que cobre seu rosto. Ela se olha no espelho e chora de emoção. Ela passa a mão sobre seu rosto e se emociona ainda mais.&amp;nbsp;Alguém&amp;nbsp;bate na porta. É um policial. Ele entra.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Policial:&lt;/b&gt; Senhorita Clarisse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse&lt;/b&gt;: Isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Policial&lt;/b&gt;: Me acompanhe. A senhora está presa pelo assassinato de Mauricio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Mas eu não matei&amp;nbsp;ninguém!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Policial: &lt;/b&gt;Sabemos de tudo... Ouvimos varias testemunhas que viram a senhora no hotel e&amp;nbsp;também encontramos a arma do crime em sua casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse&lt;/b&gt;: Não. É mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Policial: &lt;/b&gt;Me acompanhe e não resista. Ou se não serei obrigado a pedir reforços!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse derruba o&amp;nbsp;armário&amp;nbsp;sobre o policial. Ela sai correndo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-1468962819696214680?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/1468962819696214680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/coracoes-partidos-37-capitulo-clarisse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/1468962819696214680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/1468962819696214680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/coracoes-partidos-37-capitulo-clarisse.html' title='Corações Partidos| 37° Capitulo| Clarisse é procurada pela policia| Penúltimo Capitulo'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s72-c/sasasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-6778897506475740373</id><published>2011-11-03T12:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T12:43:21.368-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corações Partidos'/><title type='text'>FOTO: Gloria Pires grava cena de Corações Partidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="253" src="http://www.ospaparazzi.com.br/imagem/201108/18071012.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gloria Pires gravou agora pouco uma cena onde sua personagem leva um tiro de sua rival Vanessa. Esse é um dos finais que pode ir ao ar. O autor ainda não se decidiu sobre o final da personagem. Se essa foi a sequência escolhida pelo autor a cena vai ao ar hoje as 18h00. Gustavo havia se pronunciado sobre o destino da personagem e disse que as chances dela ter um final&amp;nbsp;trágico&amp;nbsp;eram muitas. Agora é só esperar. Hoje as seis da tarde: Corações Partidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-6778897506475740373?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/6778897506475740373/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/foto-gloria-pires-grava-cena-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/6778897506475740373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/6778897506475740373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/foto-gloria-pires-grava-cena-de.html' title='FOTO: Gloria Pires grava cena de Corações Partidos'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-4580034641458626519</id><published>2011-11-02T21:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:00:01.955-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devastadora Paixão'/><title type='text'>Devastadora Paixão| 8° Capitulo| Antepenúltimo Capitulo| Laura e Mirela discutem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4xVo8T9Y9U/TmdWDT1W9AI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/qlUa5-8WrOQ/s400/devastadorapaix%25C3%25A3o.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hospital Publico São José- Manhã- Quarto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mirela chega ao quarto de Rodrigo e fica emocionada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: Rodrigo! Fala comigo, se você morrer eu não vou resistir! Meu amor!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O Medico chega&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Fala a verdade, ele vai sobreviver?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medico :&lt;/b&gt; A bala está alojada perto do coração, só depois da cirurgia vamos poder dizer se ele vai viver ou não!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Doutor, por favor, você não pode o deixar morrer! Não pode! Eu te imploro!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Laura chega&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;O que você está fazendo aqui?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: Eu vim ver o meu Rodrigo, o amor da minha vida!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura&lt;/b&gt;: Você não ama ninguém, você não presta! Eu te odeio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Era pra você estar nessa cama, era pra você ter levado o tiro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Eu preferia mesmo, eu preferia morrer ao ter que ver ele nesse estado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: Doutor, quando ele vai fazer essa operação?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medico:&lt;/b&gt; Quando algum dos quartos do hospital desocupar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: Eu sou rica, e eu quero transferir ele para outro hospital, um hospital particular!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Você não vai levar ele pra lugar algum sua assassina!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Laura dá vários tapas na cara de Mirela e as duas começam a se estapear, mais são separadas pelo medico.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Eu vou sair da vida dele, mais com uma condição: Eu quero que me deixem sozinha com ele por 5 minutos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Eu sou capaz de tudo pra ver você fora da vida do Rodrigo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Laura e o medico saem.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Rodrigo, esses são os últimos minutos que passo com você, os últimos segundos que vejo seu rosto, o ultimo momento que estou junto a ti! Mesmo você não escutando nada disso que eu falo, eu quero dizer que eu te amo, que você sempre foi a razão do meu viver! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mirela beija Rodrigo e vai embora do hospital.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Marta – Manhã- Quarto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thiago chega e vai ao quarto de Marta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marta: &lt;/b&gt;O que você está fazendo aqui?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago:&lt;/b&gt; Eu ordeno que você faça uma coisa: Eu quero que você vá ao hospital onde o Rodrigo está internado e dê um jeito de acabar com ele de uma vez por todas!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marta&lt;/b&gt;: Eu não vou fazer isso, eu não sou uma assassina!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thiago pela o braço dela brutalmente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago&lt;/b&gt;: Sua vagabunda! Se esqueceu que foi você que matou o Roberto? Se você não fizer tudo o que eu mandar eu te denuncio, eu acabo com você! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marta&lt;/b&gt;: Está bem! Eu vou matar aquele suburbano! Me passa o endereço.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thiago passa o endereço e Marta vai para o hospital.&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-4580034641458626519?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/4580034641458626519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/devastadora-paixao-8-capitulo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/4580034641458626519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/4580034641458626519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/devastadora-paixao-8-capitulo.html' title='Devastadora Paixão| 8° Capitulo| Antepenúltimo Capitulo| Laura e Mirela discutem'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4xVo8T9Y9U/TmdWDT1W9AI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/qlUa5-8WrOQ/s72-c/devastadorapaix%25C3%25A3o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-189543042318464038</id><published>2011-11-02T19:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T19:02:48.539-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>Rubi| 38° Capitulo| Maribel e Alessandro se casam| Antepenúltimo Capitulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s400/rubi.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel&lt;/b&gt;: Isso não é justo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno: &lt;/b&gt;Queira me acompanhar. Será melhor pra você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Não. Eu não matei&amp;nbsp;ninguém. Por isso não posso ser presa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa chega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa: &lt;/b&gt;Você não será presa Maribel. Por que quem matou a Rubi foi eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artur:&lt;/b&gt; Do que você está falando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa:&lt;/b&gt; Eu cortei os freios do carro dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel&lt;/b&gt;: Mas por que isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa&lt;/b&gt;: Fique&amp;nbsp;obcecada&amp;nbsp;por vingança depois que soube que ela tinha matado o Heitor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno&lt;/b&gt;: E como arquitetou tudo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa:&lt;/b&gt; Foi&amp;nbsp;fácil. O carro ela do meu sobrinho, eu só o levei ate uma oficina&amp;nbsp;mecânica&amp;nbsp;e paguei para cortarem o freio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno: &lt;/b&gt;Mas ele me deu o retrato falado da Maribel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa:&lt;/b&gt; Eu o subornei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno: &lt;/b&gt;Pois então pode se considerar presa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno algema Elisa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa:&lt;/b&gt; Não me arrependo de nada que fiz. Ela mereceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno e Elisa saem. Magda abraça Maribel. Alessandro chega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro: &lt;/b&gt;Parece que acabou. Tudo vai voltar pro lugar daqui pra frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel: &lt;/b&gt;Vai sim. E Alessandro, eu aceito sua proposta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro: &lt;/b&gt;Vai se casar comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Vou. Finalmente a gente vai ser feliz. Pra sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro beija Maribel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dois meses depois - Casa de Rosario - Noite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda já conversando ao telefone. Cristina chega. Ela desliga.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina: &lt;/b&gt;Tava falando com quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Uma amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina&lt;/b&gt;: Estou indo ao casamento. Não devo demorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Isso não é justo . A Maribel matou a titia. O casamento dessa mulher é a comemoração da derrota da tia Rubi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina&lt;/b&gt;: A Rubi tanto caçou que achou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Pois eu serei igual a ela. Ou pior ate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina dá um tapa na cara de&amp;nbsp;Fernanda.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina:&lt;/b&gt; Você nunca via ser igual aquela mulher. Nunca.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Esse tapa não vai ficar assim. Eu juro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Igreja - Noite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel e Alessandro na escada, já saindo da igreja.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel: &lt;/b&gt;Ate que enfim poderemos ser felizes. E nada nem&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;estragará isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; E se tentarem eu atropelo quem for que seja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eles se beijam. Alguém&amp;nbsp;os&amp;nbsp;cumprimentam. Eles se assustam ao verem que é Rubi.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Medo de assombração, queridinhos?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi discretamente aponta uma arma para Maribel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-189543042318464038?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/189543042318464038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/rubi-38-capitulo-maribel-e-alessandro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/189543042318464038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/189543042318464038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/rubi-38-capitulo-maribel-e-alessandro.html' title='Rubi| 38° Capitulo| Maribel e Alessandro se casam| Antepenúltimo Capitulo'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s72-c/rubi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-4465028934886930372</id><published>2011-11-02T18:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T18:00:02.672-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corações Partidos'/><title type='text'>Corações Partidos| 36° Capitulo| Vanessa tem surto psicótico| Antepenúltimo Capítulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s400/sasasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;:&lt;/i&gt; Serio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos:&lt;/b&gt; Sim. Pra mim&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;é tudo novo, mas eu to gostando dessa ideia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa&lt;/b&gt;: Eu sempre mesmo sem te&amp;nbsp;conhecer, senti sua falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: Eu to muito feliz por ter você como filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa:&lt;/b&gt; Posso te abraçar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos:&lt;/b&gt; É claro que pode!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa e Carlos se abraçam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hospital - Sala de cirurgia - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse já anestesiada sobre a cama. Bárbara a operando. Clarisse pega o braço e Barbara e sorri.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clinica de reabilitação - Jardim - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza e Carla já&amp;nbsp;conversando.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla:&lt;/b&gt; É claro que eu te perdoo. Você é minha irmã, Luiza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza:&lt;/b&gt; Fico aliviada em ouvir isso de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla:&lt;/b&gt; E como vão as coisas lá fora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza:&lt;/b&gt; Ta tudo em seu devido lugar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla: &lt;/b&gt;E você e o Hugo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza&lt;/b&gt;: A gente terminou o namoro. Eu vou estudar fora do país. Vou deixar o caminho livre pra você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla&lt;/b&gt;: Não. Você o ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza&lt;/b&gt;: Eu cheguei a conclusão que o meu amor por ele é obsessivo demais. Por isso é melhor cortar o mau pela&amp;nbsp;raiz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla: &lt;/b&gt;Eu só quero que você seja feliz!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Luiza: Eu vou ser. Pode ter certeza disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla e Luiza se abraçam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Horas depois - Hospital - Recepção - Noite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara chega. Laura fica apreensiva.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;E então? Como foi a cirurgia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Um sucesso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Nem sei como te&amp;nbsp;agradecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;Não precisa. A sua mãe merece ser feliz de novo. E ela vai&amp;nbsp;conseguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa chega com uma arma. Todos se assustam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa: &lt;/b&gt;É só a Bárbara fazer tudo o que eu mandar que nada de ruim acontece com vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; O que você quer de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Vem comigo e você saberá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Ta bem. Mas vê se não faz nenhuma besteira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa aponta a arma para Bárbara e as duas saem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hospital - Quarto - Noite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa joga Bárbara na maca.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa&lt;/b&gt;: Eu quero o Pedro. Só isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Mas eu não tenho anda haver com isso. O Pedro é pagina virada na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa dá um tapa na cara de Bárbara.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa&lt;/b&gt;: Vai. Pega o telefone e liga&amp;nbsp;pra&amp;nbsp;ele. Conta tudo o que ta acontecendo. Liiiga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara pega o celular e disca.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Pedro... A sua mulher. Ela&amp;nbsp;enlouqueceu. Eça ta aqui. Com uma arma apontada na minha cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro&lt;/b&gt;: Passa o telefone pra ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara entrega o celular.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&lt;/b&gt; Vanessa, fica calma. Não faz nenhuma besteira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara tenta pegar a arma. O celular cai no chão. As duas brigam pela a arma, e ela dispara.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-4465028934886930372?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/4465028934886930372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/coracoes-partidos-36-capitulo-vanessa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/4465028934886930372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/4465028934886930372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/coracoes-partidos-36-capitulo-vanessa.html' title='Corações Partidos| 36° Capitulo| Vanessa tem surto psicótico| Antepenúltimo Capítulo'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s72-c/sasasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-5371388471096856037</id><published>2011-11-02T09:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T09:23:38.488-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>O remake de maior sucesso do blog, chega ao fim essa sexta-feira...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s400/rubi.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma trama leve, mas ao mesmo tempo marcada por conflitos e agilidades chega ao fim nessa sexta feira, as 19h00 com ar de&amp;nbsp;missão&amp;nbsp;cumprida. A meta da trama era de 2,0. E conseguiu cumprir sua meta chegando as vezes a&amp;nbsp;incríveis&amp;nbsp;9,0.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O autor já escreveu o final da trama e se diz contente com o resultado de um trabalho que durou 2 meses. Maria do Bairro é a substituta da trama e será escrita por Gilberto Nascimento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-5371388471096856037?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/5371388471096856037/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-remake-de-maior-sucesso-do-blog-chega.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/5371388471096856037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/5371388471096856037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-remake-de-maior-sucesso-do-blog-chega.html' title='O remake de maior sucesso do blog, chega ao fim essa sexta-feira...'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s72-c/rubi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-8795089939551104662</id><published>2011-11-01T19:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:00:03.803-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>Rubi| 37° Capitulo| Genaro joga indireta á Elisa| Ultima Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s400/rubi.png" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina&lt;/b&gt;: Mas quem fez isso com ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno: &lt;/b&gt;Eis o&amp;nbsp;mistério!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina&lt;/b&gt;: Não vai ser&amp;nbsp;fácil&amp;nbsp;descobrir quem é o assassino! Minha irmã tinha muitos inimigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno&lt;/b&gt;: As investigações já começaram... Agora é esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina&lt;/b&gt;: Já tem algum suspeito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno: &lt;/b&gt;Não. Mas conversamos com o dono da oficina... Ele confessou que uma mulher o pagou para cortar o freio do&amp;nbsp;automóvel&amp;nbsp;da sua irmã. O retrato falado dela é este aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ele mostra a foto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina&lt;/b&gt;: Ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno: &lt;/b&gt;Você a&amp;nbsp;conhece?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina: &lt;/b&gt;Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno: &lt;/b&gt;Então vamos ate a residência dela. Ela será presa como a principal suspeita do assassinato da senhorita Rubi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina e Bruno saem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Maribel - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alguém&amp;nbsp;bate na porta. Artur atende.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno: &lt;/b&gt;Senhorita Maribel está?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artur: &lt;/b&gt;Sim. Mas quem é o senhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno:&lt;/b&gt; Delegado Bruno Fonseca.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artur:&lt;/b&gt; O que quer com a minha filha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno: &lt;/b&gt;Ela está presa pelo assassinato de Rubi Ribeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artur:&lt;/b&gt; Mas isso é um absurdo. Minha filha não seria capaz de...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno:&lt;/b&gt; Onde ela está?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artur: &lt;/b&gt;Lá encima, mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno:&lt;/b&gt; Vou ate lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artur: &lt;/b&gt;Você não entra na minha casa sem antes me apresentar um mandato de busca e apreensão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno&lt;/b&gt;: Isso só vai dificultar ainda mais a situação da sua filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artur:&lt;/b&gt; Lei é lei, e você como delegado deveria saber disso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno: &lt;/b&gt;Eu vou... Mas volto daqui a pouco. Ah, nem pense na fuga da sua filha. Estarão muitos policiais lá fora para&amp;nbsp;impedir&amp;nbsp;a fuga dela.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno sai. Artur vai para o quarto de Maribel.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Elisa - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genaro chega desesperado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa: &lt;/b&gt;O que houve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genaro:&lt;/b&gt; Descobriram quem matou a Rubi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa fica nervosa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa&lt;/b&gt;: Não pode ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genaro:&lt;/b&gt; Foi a Maribel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não esperava isso. A Maribel me parecia uma mulher tão boa, culta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genaro:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Acho que não foi ela quem matou a Rubi... E já tenho meus suspeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa: &lt;/b&gt;E quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genaro: &lt;/b&gt;Vou investigar e depois acusarei. Mas uma coisa eu digo: Fui injusto com a Maribel no passado, e agora vou fazer de tudo pra provar que ela é inocente, pra colocar o assassino ou a assassina da Rubi atrás das grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genaro sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Maribel - Quarto - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel já arrumando suas malas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artur:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Rápido, Maribel! Não temos tempo a perder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Vamos fugir pode onde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno chega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno:&lt;/b&gt; Pra lugar algum. Você está presa senhorita Maribel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-8795089939551104662?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/8795089939551104662/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/rubi-37-capitulo-genaro-joga-indireta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/8795089939551104662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/8795089939551104662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/rubi-37-capitulo-genaro-joga-indireta.html' title='Rubi| 37° Capitulo| Genaro joga indireta á Elisa| Ultima Semana'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s72-c/rubi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-7672825573854212749</id><published>2011-11-01T18:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T18:00:00.375-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corações Partidos'/><title type='text'>Corações Partidos| 35° Capitulo| Carlos descobre que Larissa é sua filha| Ultima Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="217" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s400/sasasa.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos:&lt;/b&gt; Qual delas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: A Larissa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos:&lt;/b&gt; E por que não me contou isso antes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Estava esperando a hora certa. E ela chegou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: Eu vou agora mesmo procurar a minha filha e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Vai devagar. A Larissa tem o temperamento muito forte, pode não aceitar essa ideia&amp;nbsp;assim&amp;nbsp;de cara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Clarisse - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse entra pela janela. Laura se assusta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Antes que diga alguma coisa, eu quero lhe dar isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse dá um tapa na cara de Laura.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;O que significa isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse: &lt;/b&gt;Sua naja, sua desnaturada. Você me traiu. Me internou no meio daquele monte de doidos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Você ta precisando de tratamento! Ta louca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Eu vou ao meu quarto pegar uma coisa, e volto já.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse sobe. Laura vai atrás dela.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Clarisse - Quarto - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura e Clarisse chegam.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura&lt;/b&gt;: O que você vai fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Vou ate a clinica da Bárbara. Ela é irmã da falecida Paula e vai reconstituir meu rosto. Vai tirar todas essas cicatrizes, essas marcas. E finalmente vou poder ser&amp;nbsp;feliz&amp;nbsp;outra vez. Vou poder me olhar no espelho outra vez sem ter que me lembrar de tudo o que aquela desgraçada me fez no passado. Finalmente Deus ouviu minhas&amp;nbsp;preces&amp;nbsp;resolveu&amp;nbsp;me ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Mas a gente não tem&amp;nbsp;dinheiro&amp;nbsp;suficiente. Essa cirurgia deve ser&amp;nbsp;caríssima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse: &lt;/b&gt;Eu ganhei. A Bárbara arcou com todas as despesas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;Mas quando ela souber que você matou o...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Ela já sabe. E&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;me perdoou.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura abraça Clarisse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura&lt;/b&gt;: Então a unica coisa que eu tenho pra lhe dizer,é sorte. Que você seja muito feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse: &lt;/b&gt;E eu vou ser. Admito que estava descontrolada ultimamente, mas eu tenho minhas razões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse e Laura saem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apartamento de Pedro - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos bate na porta. Larissa atende. Os dois se encaram.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;Posso entrar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa: &lt;/b&gt;Quem é você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;Seu pai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-7672825573854212749?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/7672825573854212749/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/coracoes-partidos-35-capitulo-carlos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/7672825573854212749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/7672825573854212749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/11/coracoes-partidos-35-capitulo-carlos.html' title='Corações Partidos| 35° Capitulo| Carlos descobre que Larissa é sua filha| Ultima Semana'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s72-c/sasasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-6469066035084060818</id><published>2011-10-31T19:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:00:04.107-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>Rubi| Capitulo 36| Rubi foi assassinada| Ultima Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s400/rubi.png" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estrada - Noite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi segue dirigindo devagar. Ela avista policiais vindo em sua direção. Rubi aumenta a velocidade do carro. A viatura da policia se aproxima. Rubi fica apavorada, aumenta a velocidade do carro. O carro derrapa na pista,&amp;nbsp;destrói&amp;nbsp;a mureta de proteção e cai no barranco.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hospital - Recepção - Noite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina fica desesperada depois de receber um telefonema.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; O que houve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina:&lt;/b&gt; Me ligaram da delegacia. A Rubi... Ela ta morta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Como assim, morta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina: &lt;/b&gt;Ela tentou fugir do país. A policia tentou impedir, ela perdeu o controle do carro, ele derrapou e caiu num barranco. Só sobrou os destroços. Mais nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel abraça Cristina.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Eu sinto muito. Você e sua mãe não merecia isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Rosario - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro chega&amp;nbsp;desesperado.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro: &lt;/b&gt;Tenho uma noticia&amp;nbsp;desagradável&amp;nbsp;pra te dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Antes tenho um recado da tia Rubi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro&lt;/b&gt;: Fala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda&lt;/b&gt;: Ela te pediu perdão. Disse que te ama e que você ficará guardado pra sempre em suas memorias. Falou&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;que fez tudo pensando no bem dela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Tudo isso é&amp;nbsp;inútil&amp;nbsp;agora. Sua tia está morta. A Rubi faleceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda: &lt;/b&gt;Mentira. Você ta fazendo isso pra me colocar&amp;nbsp;contra&amp;nbsp;ela, mas eu não vou acreditar em você. Não vou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro&lt;/b&gt;: Ela sofreu um acidente na estrada. Não sobrou nada no carro onde ela estava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fernanda abraça Alessandro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uma semana depois - Delegacia - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina chega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno:&lt;/b&gt; Te chamamos aqui pra dizer que sua irmã foi de certa forma assassinada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina&lt;/b&gt;: Como assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alguém&amp;nbsp;sabotou o freio do carro que ela estava usando.&amp;nbsp;Alguém&amp;nbsp;queria matar sua irmã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-6469066035084060818?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/6469066035084060818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-36-rubi-foi-assassinada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/6469066035084060818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/6469066035084060818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-36-rubi-foi-assassinada.html' title='Rubi| Capitulo 36| Rubi foi assassinada| Ultima Semana'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s72-c/rubi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-5249263447244684254</id><published>2011-10-31T18:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T18:00:01.592-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corações Partidos'/><title type='text'>Corações Partidos| 34° Capitulo| Pedro mata Paula| Ultima semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s400/sasasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Isso é mentira. Você ta inventando essa historia pra me separar do Carlos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Você é a mentirosa da historia. Uma perua frac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;assada, uma mal amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa&lt;/b&gt;: Nem pense em&amp;nbsp;contar&amp;nbsp;isso pro Carlos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Claro que contarei. Ele é pai e tem o direito de saber disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Você ta brincando com fogo. Cuidado você&amp;nbsp;pode&amp;nbsp;se dar mal. Muito mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;Vai embora. Eu cansei de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Se é guerra que quer. É que guerra que terá. Me&amp;nbsp;aguarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Bárbara - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula e Pedro descem as escadas de mão dadas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&lt;/b&gt; Agora que fiz o que você queria nós deixe em paz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula:&lt;/b&gt; Isso foi apenas o começo. Eu vou querer muito mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa: &lt;/b&gt;Eu vou acabar com isso tudo agora sua infeliz!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa parte para cima de Paula. Pedro consegue tirar a arma dela.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&lt;/b&gt; Acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula: &lt;/b&gt;Isso é só começo. A festa ainda nem começou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&lt;/b&gt; Por isso mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro atira varias vezes na cabeça de Paula. Ela cai morta no chão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa:&lt;/b&gt; Pedro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro: &lt;/b&gt;Agora sim acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro joga a arma no chão. Larissa o abraça.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa:&lt;/b&gt; Você só fez o que era certo.Não se culpa por isso. Ela mereceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro tem crise de choro nos braços de Larissa.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um mês depois - Casa de Bárbara - Quarto - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza entra. Bárbara está se arrumando.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza: &lt;/b&gt;Mãe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;Eu já soube de tudo. Mas não precisa&amp;nbsp;explicar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza:&lt;/b&gt; Serio?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Só quero que você tenha maturidade pra entender que sua irmã está passando uma fase&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;na vida dela. Temos que nós unir pra ajuda-lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza: &lt;/b&gt;Será que ela já está melhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Que tal ir comigo a clinica?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza abraça Bárbara.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Bárbara - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara chega na sala. Carlos está a sua espera.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;Mandou me chamar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: O que quer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Te contar que tivemos uma filha. Que quando você foi embora do país eu estava gravida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: Que brincadeira é essa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Não é brincadeira. 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É o único lugar onde alguém poderia esconde-lo, não daria tempo daqueles homens fugirem pra muito longe.&lt;br /&gt;A pérola de Natália começa a brilhar e ficar vermelha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tem alguma coisa errada, minha pérola só fica assim quando a pérola da Camila está próxima.&lt;br /&gt;Natália chega a um acampamento no meio da mata e se esconde. Ela vê André e Paulo amarrados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Dentro de uma cabana:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://anaksunamoon.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Acampamento-thumb.jpg" src="http://anaksunamoon.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/Acampamento-thumb.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Chegou a hora, vou unir as duas pérolas e me tornarei a mulher mais poderosa do mundo. Os homens farão tudo que eu mandar, eliminarei todas as mulheres e todos no mundo serão meus escravos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victor:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Sim, minha rainha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Vamos lá pra fora.&lt;br /&gt;Natália vê Camila saindo da cabana e percebe porque a sua pérola estava brilhando.&lt;br /&gt;Camila fala para todos ouvirem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Atenção, tenho um recadinho para vocês. Finalmente eu consegui as duas pérolas do amor, uma eu já tinha, outra, o meu namoradinho otário André trouxe para mim. Agora, unindo as duas pedras, todos vocês serão meus escravos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu não acredito que ela fez isto comigo, ela não podia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pare de choramingar, seja homem, temos que impedir que a sua namorada maníaca una as duas pérolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casa da Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.bookings.net/images/hotel/org/309/309330.jpg" src="http://www.bookings.net/images/hotel/org/309/309330.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; height: 282px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; width: 423px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marta:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sim policiais, ela foi para a floresta salvar o amigo dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Policial:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Você não devia Ter deixado ela ir até lá. Aquela floresta é cheia de armadilhas de caçadores, sem falar nos animais selvagens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marta:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Por favor policiais, achem minha filha e tragam ela pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Cinco viaturas policiais vão em direção a floresta para procurar Natália.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esconderijo no Meio da Floresta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://movimentopropatria.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/floresta3.jpg" src="http://movimentopropatria.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/floresta3.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; height: 229px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; width: 389px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;A hora, é agora, curvem-se aos meus pés.&lt;br /&gt;Camila une as duas pérolas e um vento forte sopra a floresta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Está acontecendo, está funcionando.&lt;br /&gt;As árvores começam a cair e uma voz grossa e brava fala ecoando na mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voz:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Você quebrou as regras do jogo do amor, usou uma pérola falsa, tentando enganar aos deuses da paixão para tomar todo o poder sobre os homens. Por isto, você será castigada e nunca será amada por ninguém, alem de sua pérola verdadeira perder todos os poderes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;O que? Não estou entendendo.&lt;br /&gt;Natália aparece e zomba de Camila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Você é muito idiota mesmo. Acha que eu deixaria você pegar a minha pérola assim tão fácil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;André? Você me traiu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O André não fez nada, eu simplesmente troquei a pérola verdadeira, por uma pérola falsa. Minha mãe me alertou e me convenceu a não ir ao piquenique com algo tão valioso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Capangas, peguem ela, não deixem ela escapar.&lt;br /&gt;Os homens vão em direção a Natália, mas ela usa sua pérola e os enfeitiça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Agora, vocês vão prender a antiga amada de vocês numa árvore e vão desamarrar meus amigos Paulo e André.&lt;br /&gt;A policia chega. Mas Camila consegue se soltar e arranca a pérola de Natália.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Homens, policiais, bandidos, gays e trouxas, matem esta infeliz e sirvam a mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-3442045636093005689?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/3442045636093005689/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-jogo-do-amor-4-capitulo-camila-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/3442045636093005689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/3442045636093005689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-jogo-do-amor-4-capitulo-camila-e.html' title='O Jogo do Amor: 4º Capítulo: Camila é castigada'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/S0nqKqK_VTI/AAAAAAAAEy4/emcnlQbhOiI/s72-c/banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-1812294761817553314</id><published>2011-10-30T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T15:30:00.834-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firework'/><title type='text'>Firework: 10º e Ultimo Capítulo: O Dia da Liberdade Chegou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJMkjlCI/AAAAAAAAHf8/oNR3qWWnKaY/s1600/Firework+logo.png" style="color: #cc0000; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536758085426844706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJMkjlCI/AAAAAAAAHf8/oNR3qWWnKaY/s400/Firework+logo.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 295px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 371px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJL81xxI/AAAAAAAAHf0/rw_NuNY5VgY/s1600/10.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536758085260265234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJL81xxI/AAAAAAAAHf0/rw_NuNY5VgY/s400/10.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 53px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo o país está de olho na televisão para saber quem é o novo presidente do Brasil...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Telão no meio da Cidade de São Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gisele espera no meio de uma multidão os resultados da eleição. Finalmente, Willians Bonner aparece no telão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Willian Bonner:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Neste momento, 100% das urnas foram apuradas, e com 81% dos votos em todo o país, o Brasil tem a sua presidente mais jovem em toda a história, Gisele é a nova presidente do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.justjohnnywebster.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Sophia_Bush+Aug_2006.jpg" height="392" src="http://www.justjohnnywebster.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/Sophia_Bush+Aug_2006.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A comemoração começa no meio da rua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casa da Família do Ash:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ash chama seus pais até a sala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pai, quero falar uma coisa muito importante com vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Ricky:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fale logo, quero ver quem é o novo presidente do país na TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu decidi que não vou desistir dos meus sonhos por causa do preconceito de vocês. Saibam que eu amo dançar balé, sempre vou amar, e quando crescer, vou dançar balé para o mundo todo ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/josh_hutcherson/fotos/3949/josh_hutcherson.jpg" height="392" src="http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/josh_hutcherson/fotos/3949/josh_hutcherson.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Ricky:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas meu filho, isto é coisa de mariquinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Ash:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não sou gay pai, mas gosto de balé. E não adianta você falar nada, acabei de ver na internet, Gisele é a nova presidente do nosso país. Agora as leis irão mudar, em breve não haverá mais preconceito, e você queira ou não, vou ser um bailarino.&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez na vida, a mãe de Ash o apoia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Centro da Cidade de São Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Gisele discursa:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Antes de tudo, quero agradecer a todos vocês por votarem em mim. Amo muito todos vocês. Vou cumprir tudo o que eu havia prometido, e meu primeiro decreto como presidente da nossa nação, é que hoje, dia 14 de Outubro, seja o dia da Liberdade em todo o país, e que sempre, mesmo depois do meu mandato, seja um feriado do povo brasileiro.&lt;br /&gt;Vários fogos de artifício começam a explodir no céu, e um grande espetáculo começa no país inteiro. No centro da cidade de São Paulo, 5 milhões de pessoas comemoram livres o dia da Liberdade, e no país inteiro, mais de 100 milhões de pessoas andam pelas ruas comemorando uma nova era que está por vir no país, um tempo que ficará para a história e será motivo de orgulho para o povo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://one-tree-hill.download-tvshows.com/sites/default/files/Sophia%20Bush_1.jpg" src="http://one-tree-hill.download-tvshows.com/sites/default/files/Sophia%20Bush_1.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 anos depois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 anos depois Gisele foi reeleita presidente do Brasil. Depois destes 4 anos que ela governou, conseguiu acabar com 100% de todo o preconceito do país, 100% da violência, e toda a população teve direito a uma educação e saúde de qualidade. O Dia da Liberdade, se tornou o feriado mais importante, até mesmo mais do que o carnaval. Maittly conseguiu o tratamento para o seu cancer, se curou, e voltou a ser uma criança normal. Sharlene nunca mais teve vergonha do seu corpo. O pai de Ash, Ricky, morreu dias após a eleição de Gisele. Ash e a mãe foram para a Europa, aonde ele se tornou um dos melhores bailarinos do mundo. Maurício e Mauro se casaram e adotaram 3 crianças. Patrícia se tornou secretária do turismo do Brasil e hoje é o braço direito de Gisele. E por fim, o Brasil se tornou a maior potência do mundo, e agora serve de exemplo para os outros países. Será que algum dia na nossa realidade irá existir uma presidente tão competente quando Gisele que fará tudo isto pelo nosso país? Acho que sim... Pode ser eu, pode ser você, ou qualquer outra pessoa, basta querer, e não ter vergonha de ser você mesmo, porque o dia da Liberdade é real, e ele está dentro de você, pronto para explodir como fogos de artifício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-1812294761817553314?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/1812294761817553314/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/firework-10-e-ultimo-capitulo-o-dia-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/1812294761817553314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/1812294761817553314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/firework-10-e-ultimo-capitulo-o-dia-da.html' title='Firework: 10º e Ultimo Capítulo: O Dia da Liberdade Chegou'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJMkjlCI/AAAAAAAAHf8/oNR3qWWnKaY/s72-c/Firework+logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-6840819605318898791</id><published>2011-10-29T19:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T19:00:01.748-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Jogo do amor'/><title type='text'>O Jogo do Amor: 3º Capítulo: Natália é perseguida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/S0nqKqK_VTI/AAAAAAAAEy4/emcnlQbhOiI/s1600-h/banner.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425124694984447282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/S0nqKqK_VTI/AAAAAAAAEy4/emcnlQbhOiI/s400/banner.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; 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border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 53px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Piquenique:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://mocambique1.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/VILANKULOS%20-%20paisagem_resize.jpg" src="http://mocambique1.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/VILANKULOS%20-%20paisagem_resize.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; height: 310px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; width: 414px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Natália, eu preciso ir. Fiquei de acompanhar meu pai na caçada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Tudo bem, eu vou ficar aqui mais um pouquinho.&lt;br /&gt;André vai embora...&lt;br /&gt;Um homem pelado chega na frente de Natália.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O que é isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homem:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu vou acabar com você.&lt;br /&gt;Natália joga sal no rosto do homem e os outros aparecem. Natália corre desesperada pela mata.&lt;br /&gt;Ela passa por onde Paulo foi deixado e vê o amigo amarrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vou te tirar daí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homem:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Olha, ela tá ai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Depois eu volto, vou buscar ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;Natália corre e consegue chegar em sua casa, mas os homens a seguem e cercam o lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Mãe, tem bandidos cercando a casa. Eles queriam abusar de mim e deixaram o Paulo amarrado na floresta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marta:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vou ligar para a polícia.&lt;br /&gt;A polícia é rápida e chega...&lt;br /&gt;Os capangas de Victor fogem...&lt;br /&gt;Natália fala com os policiais e vai com eles até a floresta para mostrar onde Paulo foi deixado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floresta: Perto da Mina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.cprm.gov.br/gestao/ppga_valedoribeira/Registros%20fotogr%E1ficos/Fotografias/FOTO0194_1.JPG" src="http://www.cprm.gov.br/gestao/ppga_valedoribeira/Registros%20fotogr%E1ficos/Fotografias/FOTO0194_1.JPG" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ele está ali policiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Policial:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não tem ninguém aqui garota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ah meu Deus, ele foi levado.&lt;br /&gt;Natália percebe que a sua pérola falsa foi roubada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esconderijo na Floresta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Não entendi porque você me mandou vir para este lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Depois você vai entender. Trouxe a pérola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sim.&lt;br /&gt;André entrega a pérola para Camila que comemora a vitória.&lt;br /&gt;Os capangas de Victor trazem Paulo pelado para o esconderijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O que ele está fazendo aqui?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ele é nosso refém, tire a faixa da boca dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sua desgraçada, não acredito que você fez isto. E você André, nunca imaginei que poderia estar envolvido nisto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amarrem o André junto com o Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O que é isso Camila? O que você está fazendo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sinto muito meu amor, eu só te usei. Agora que eu vou ser a mulher mais desejada do mundo, não vou querer meu namorado do colégio.&lt;br /&gt;Camila beija Victor na frente de André, e André chora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Amanhã, vou unir as duas pérolas e me tornar a mulher mais gostosa, linda e desejada do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casa da Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.bookings.net/images/hotel/org/309/309330.jpg" src="http://www.bookings.net/images/hotel/org/309/309330.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mãe, não posso deixar meu amigo nos apuros. Pegarei minha pérola verdadeira e vou procura-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marta:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Filha, não faça isto, deixe a polícia de Lisboa resolver este caso. É muito perigoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não mãe, eu vou salva-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-6840819605318898791?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/6840819605318898791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-jogo-do-amor-3-capitulo-natalia-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/6840819605318898791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/6840819605318898791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-jogo-do-amor-3-capitulo-natalia-e.html' title='O Jogo do Amor: 3º Capítulo: Natália é perseguida'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/S0nqKqK_VTI/AAAAAAAAEy4/emcnlQbhOiI/s72-c/banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-5026887543340491440</id><published>2011-10-29T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T15:30:01.416-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firework'/><title type='text'>Firework: 9º e Penultimo Capítulo: Gisele participa do Debate Presidencial nas vésperas da eleição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJMkjlCI/AAAAAAAAHf8/oNR3qWWnKaY/s1600/Firework+logo.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536758085426844706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJMkjlCI/AAAAAAAAHf8/oNR3qWWnKaY/s400/Firework+logo.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 295px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 371px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJL81xxI/AAAAAAAAHf0/rw_NuNY5VgY/s1600/10.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536758085260265234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJL81xxI/AAAAAAAAHf0/rw_NuNY5VgY/s400/10.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 53px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chega o dia do ultimo debate entre os presidentes na TV Globo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rede Globo: Debate entre os presidentes Ao Vivo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Willian Bonner:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;E começa agora, o ultimo debate entre os candidatos a presidente da república. Cada um poderá fazer perguntas para os outros candidatos e terá 1 minuto para isto, o candidato terá 2 minutos para responder. Começamos com você Sarney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Sarney:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Minha pergunta é para a candidata Gisele. O que você pretende fazer para acabar com a violência no país.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Gisele:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Em primeiro lugar, pagando melhores salários para os policiais, que no momento, estão desmotivados, oferecer cursos para que eles não usem da violência, e acabando com a corrupção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Willian Bonner:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Gisele, é sua vez de fazer sua pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://images.askmen.com/photos/sophia-bush/39615.jpg" height="392" src="http://images.askmen.com/photos/sophia-bush/39615.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Gisele:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Minha pergunta é para o candidato Aécio Neves. Se você for eleito, o que fará para mudar a situação atual que o Brasil se encontra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Aécio Neves:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vou tornar as drogas legais, levar água ao Nordeste e também, almentarei o salário para 2 mil reais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Willian Bonner:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Aécio Neves, é sua vez de perguntar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Aécio Neves:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Minha pergunta vai para a candidata Gisele. Você disse que os policiais recebem muito pouco. Se você for eleita, quantos pretende pagar para eles e quanto será o salário mínimo no país?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Gisele:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pretendo pagar 20 mil reais para cada policial, e aumentar o salário mínimo para 10 mil reaisSarney e Aécio Neves começam a rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Willian Bonner:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Agora, temos perguntas da internet para todos vocês responderem. Aécio, o que você fará a favor dos homossexuais no país?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Aécio Neves:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Pretendo legalizar o casamento gay e permitir a adoção de crianças por estes casais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Willian Bonner:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sarney, o que você fará de bom para o país?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Sarney:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Isto só vou dizer após ser eleito, mas garanto que são ótimas coisas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Willian Bonner:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ultima pergunta para a candidata Gisele. Gisele, não acha que pagando salários de 20 mil para os policiais e 10 mil de salário mínimo o nosso país irá a falência?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Gisele:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O nosso país tem condições de pagar estes salários. Só que o dinheiro que se poderia fazer isto, hoje em dia são gastos com besteiras, como viagens desnecessárias, desvio de dinheiro, obras inacabadas, reformas em prédios que ainda estão novos, e muitos outros motivos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Willian Bonner:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O debate de hoje fica por aqui, domingo, anunciaremos Ao Vivo o novo presidente do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia se passa, e chega o dia em que as pessoas vão as urnas votarem. Chega o momento de anunciar quem é o novo presidente do Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-5026887543340491440?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/5026887543340491440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/firework-9-e-penultimo-capitulo-gisele.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/5026887543340491440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/5026887543340491440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/firework-9-e-penultimo-capitulo-gisele.html' title='Firework: 9º e Penultimo Capítulo: Gisele participa do Debate Presidencial nas vésperas da eleição'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJMkjlCI/AAAAAAAAHf8/oNR3qWWnKaY/s72-c/Firework+logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-1304567692174078454</id><published>2011-10-28T19:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T19:00:05.603-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>Rubi| Capitulo 35| Rubi consegue habeas corpus| Ultimas semanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Elisa - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa chora bastante nos braços de Genaro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa:&lt;/b&gt; Aquela mulher não tinha o direito de fazer aquilo com o Heitor. Ela não tinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Genaro: &lt;/b&gt;Mas ela vai pagar. Eu tenho certeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa:&lt;/b&gt; Não. A justiça do nosso país é injusta. Ela passa uns anos na cadeia e depois ta de novo livre pra infernizar a vida das pessoas. Mas eu juro que eu vou dar um basta nisso. Eu vou acabar com essa mulher. Nem que essa seja a ultima coisa que eu faça na minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa sai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cadeia - Cela - Noite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O delegado chega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delegado:&lt;/b&gt; Você seu sorte. O seu&amp;nbsp;advogado&amp;nbsp;conseguiu&amp;nbsp;seu habeas corpus. Você ta livre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Eu sabia. Eu sempre tive sorte, não ia ser agora que ela iria me abandonar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delegado&lt;/b&gt;: Não conte vitoria antes do tempo... Tenho certeza que seu castigo não demorará a chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Isso é uma ameaça ou um aviso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delegado:&lt;/b&gt; Interprete como quiser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Posso sair ou não?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delegado:&lt;/b&gt; Fique a vontade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Delegado:&lt;/b&gt; Tem um carro ai na porta te esperando. Deve ser algum familiar seu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;Horas depois - Casa de Rosario – Sala - Noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi entra pela janela e encontra Fernanda brincando com bonecas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Fernanda, meu amor, tenho algo serio para dizer a você!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda: &lt;/b&gt;O que? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Vamos ter nós separar por um tempo! Eu não sei, pode ser dias, semanas, meses, anos e pode ser ate pra vida toda, mas eu quero que saiba que a sua lembrança sempre estará guardada dentro de mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Mas por que vai ter que ir embora?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Por que eu estou começando a pagar por todo mal que eu fiz e...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Não! Você não pode ir embora! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Eu tenho que ir! Mas uma coisa eu digo: Você foi à única pessoa que eu amei de verdade, que me fez sentir viva, que fez brotar dentro de mim algum sentimento bom.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Deixa eu ir com você! Por favor!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Não! Tudo isso por ser perigoso demais, e se algo de ruim acontecer contigo eu não me perdoaria.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Foi a Maribel não é?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Foi! Aquela desgraçada, vai me atormentar pra sempre! Mas você será a minha sucessora, e vai cicatrizar todas as minhas dores, destruindo todos os que me fizeram mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi abraça Fernanda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Quero que depois de eu estar longe você procure o Alessandro. Diga a ele que mesmo depois de tudo o que&amp;nbsp;aconteceu, depois de tudo que eu fiz o amor que eu sinto por ele vai continuar dentro do meu coração pra sempre, e que as memorias dos bons tempos que passamos juntos nunca vão se apagar. E que eu errei muito. Mas fiz tudo pensando no melhor pra mim. Agora tenho que partir meu anjo. Fica com Deus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda&lt;/b&gt;: Ate mais!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-1304567692174078454?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/1304567692174078454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-35-rubi-consegue-habeas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/1304567692174078454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/1304567692174078454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-35-rubi-consegue-habeas.html' title='Rubi| Capitulo 35| Rubi consegue habeas corpus| Ultimas semanas'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-6073341987536171454</id><published>2011-10-27T19:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:00:00.357-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>Rubi| Capitulo 34| Alessandro não perdoa Rubi.| Ultimas semanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s400/rubi.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Como assim, presa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Acabou a farsa Rubi. Finalmente sua máscara caiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel&lt;/b&gt;: Precisamos logo de um medico, a Rosario está ferida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda&lt;/b&gt;: Eu disse que num dia eu ia conseguir te destruir... Ta ai a prova!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Você me paga sua velha. Você e todos os que ousarem se por no meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno sai com Rubi. Eles entram na viatura.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hospital- Recepção - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ricardo chega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel: &lt;/b&gt;E então? Como está a Dona Rosario?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ricardo:&lt;/b&gt; Não vou mentir pra vocês! O estado dela é bastante grave. A bala se alojou no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina: &lt;/b&gt;E ela corre risco de vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ricardo:&lt;/b&gt; São minimas as chances dela sobreviver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina: &lt;/b&gt;Eu tenho fé que um milagre irá salvar a minha mãe. Eu tenho fé e acredito em Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel abraça Cristina.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cadeia - Cela - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro chega. Rubi o encara.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;O que quer?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Quero olhar pra você e fingir que nada disso tenha acontecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; E por quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Por que eu te amava. Era um sentimento forte, no qual eu tenho certeza que nunca mais sentirei por mais&amp;nbsp;ninguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Deu tudo errado pra nós dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Você fez tudo dar errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Mas eu não me arrependo de nada que fiz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro: &lt;/b&gt;Mas agora ta ai...&amp;nbsp;Destruída. Acabada. E agora o dinheiro que você sempre desejou não vai lhe adiantar pra mais nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi se ajoelha aos pés de Alessandro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Me desculpa, Alessandro. Fica do meu lado. Fica comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Já te dei todas as chances do mundo pra você provar que era capaz de mudar, de &amp;nbsp;se tornar uma pessoa mais boa, mas em todas elas você me decepcionou, mas dessa vez eu não vou fraquejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi se levanta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Vai embora. Vai e não aparece nunca mais...&amp;nbsp;Esquece&amp;nbsp;que eu existo, finge que nada disso aconteceu. Recomeça sua vida e seja feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro&lt;/b&gt;: É isso que vou fazer. Te&amp;nbsp;esquecer. Esse é o antidoto pra minha felicidade. Te&amp;nbsp;esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-6073341987536171454?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/6073341987536171454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-34-alessandro-nao-perdoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/6073341987536171454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/6073341987536171454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-34-alessandro-nao-perdoa.html' title='Rubi| Capitulo 34| Alessandro não perdoa Rubi.| Ultimas semanas'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s72-c/rubi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-4920826199332415626</id><published>2011-10-27T18:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T18:00:04.979-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corações Partidos'/><title type='text'>Corações Partidos| 33° Capitulo| Bárbara diz que Larissa é filha de Carlos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s400/sasasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa: &lt;/b&gt;Você vai ser presa novamente! Vai apodrecer numa cela de cadeia ate a morte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula:&lt;/b&gt; Cala a boca sua horrorosa! Eu atirei contra você uma vez. Posso muito bem atirar de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa&lt;/b&gt;: Você ta completamente louca...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O que você quer para parar de infernizar a nossa vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula:&lt;/b&gt; Eu quero você. Quero transar com você... Pra relembrar os velhos tempos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro: &lt;/b&gt;Nunca. Nem por caridade eu iria fazer isso. Se enxerga Paula. Se olha no espelho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula:&lt;/b&gt; Pois se não fizer direitinho tudo o que eu mandar eu mato todo mundo. Não vai sobrar um pra contar historia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&lt;/b&gt; E agora? O que vamos fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa&lt;/b&gt;: Não faço a minima ideia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&lt;/b&gt; Se eu não fizer o que a Paula ta mandando ela nós mata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa: &lt;/b&gt;A decisão é sua. Vou te apoiar sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&lt;/b&gt; Eu vou fazer o que ela ta exigindo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula:&lt;/b&gt; Vem comigo. Já está tudo arrumado lá encima. Teremos uma tarde deliciosa. Vocês ficarão ai quietinhas, por que se eu notar algo de errado eu juro que eu mato o Pedro. E dessa vez eu não vou errar o tiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro e Paula sobem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manicômio - Quarto - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A enfermeira chega. Clarisse está transtornada deitada sobre a cama.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enfermeira: &lt;/b&gt;Está tudo bem com você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse: &lt;/b&gt;Me tira aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enfermeira:&lt;/b&gt; Trouxe aqui seus&amp;nbsp;remédios! Tome todos, você se sentirá melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse enforca a enfermeira.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Melhor eu vou ficar só quando eu tiver fora desse lugar. Na minha casa de preferência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enfermeira: &lt;/b&gt;Você ta me machucando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse&lt;/b&gt;: É pra machucar mesmo. Pra você aprender a obedecer as minhas ordens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enfermeira:&lt;/b&gt; O que você quer de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse enforca a enfermeira com mais força. Apos alguns minutos ela morre.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Eu avisei! Não me ouviu por que não quis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hospital - Quarto - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara com a ajuda de alguns&amp;nbsp;médicos&amp;nbsp;se levanta da cama.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;Não to acreditando que eu finalmente vou embora desse lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa chega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa: &lt;/b&gt;Não sem antes ouvir tudo o que eu tenho pra lhe dizer. E senta, por que é pra não cansar as pernas, por que a&amp;nbsp;conversa&amp;nbsp;vaia ser longa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Mê deem&amp;nbsp;licença&amp;nbsp;por favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os&amp;nbsp;médicos&amp;nbsp;saem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; O que tem de tão importante pra me dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Você ainda pergunta? Vim saber desse seu caso com o Carlos e não saio daqui sem antes saber de tudo o que houve com vocês dois no passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Foram tantas coisas... Coisas essas que você nunca&amp;nbsp;conseguirá&amp;nbsp;viver com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Cala a boca ou eu não respondo por mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;Eu e o Carlos temos um laço que nós unirá pra sempre. Uma filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa fica perplexa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-4920826199332415626?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/4920826199332415626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/coracoes-partidos-33-capitulo-barbara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/4920826199332415626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/4920826199332415626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/coracoes-partidos-33-capitulo-barbara.html' title='Corações Partidos| 33° Capitulo| Bárbara diz que Larissa é filha de Carlos.'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s72-c/sasasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-4520106665422130564</id><published>2011-10-27T12:05:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T12:05:19.505-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corações Partidos'/><title type='text'>Bárbara poderá ter final trágico</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.jornallivre.com.br/images_enviadas/biografia-de-gloria-pires28-mv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Corações Partidos está em sua reta final. O autor já está escrevendo o ultimo capitulo e revela que escreveu um final alternativo. E disse&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;que as chances da protagonista Bárbara ter um final&amp;nbsp;trágico&amp;nbsp;são muitas. "Num dos finais ela morre com um tiro no peito disparado por Vanessa. A personagem é especial, mas sua carga&amp;nbsp;dramática&amp;nbsp;foi muita. Acho que um final&amp;nbsp;trágico&amp;nbsp;e emocionante seria bom. Mas ainda&amp;nbsp;podem&amp;nbsp;acontecer&amp;nbsp;muitas coisas. Vou decidir o final de Corações Partidos e Rubi minutos antes do capitulo final ir ao ar." Explica o autor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-4520106665422130564?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/4520106665422130564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/barbara-podera-ter-final-tragico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/4520106665422130564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/4520106665422130564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/barbara-podera-ter-final-tragico.html' title='Bárbara poderá ter final trágico'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-6024444103008010212</id><published>2011-10-26T21:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T21:00:03.615-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devastadora Paixão'/><title type='text'>Devastadora Paixão| 7° Capitulo| Mirela atira em Rodrigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4xVo8T9Y9U/TmdWDT1W9AI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/qlUa5-8WrOQ/s400/devastadorapaix%25C3%25A3o.png" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago:&lt;/b&gt; Surpresa!&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: Thiago, você está completamente louco! Larga esse cinto!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago:&lt;/b&gt; Você não pode me enganar mais! Eu contratei um segurança e ele te seguiu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Eu fui mesmo, ver o Rodrigo, eu fui ver o amor da minha vida, a minha paixão!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thiago pega o cinto e bate com ele na cara de Mirela.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Thiago, para! Eu não vou mais agüentar isso por muito tempo! Eu quero a separação!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago&lt;/b&gt;: Separação é uma palavra que não existe no meu dicionário. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Eu cansei, já chega de agüentar as suas humilhações, suas piadinhas, suas ironias!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago&lt;/b&gt;: Você escolheu que fosse assim! Agora agüente.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Eu escolhi ter uma vida feliz e normal ao seu lado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago:&lt;/b&gt; Você escolheu foi o meu dinheiro! Largou o amor da sua vida, por dinheiro, merece sofrer!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não tive escolha! Mais eu mereço mesmo sofrer! Vai bate!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thiago começa a bater em Mirela.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alguns meses se passam – Igreja Bom Senhor- Noite.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Laura entra deslumbrante e linda na igreja, a cerimônia começa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Padre:&lt;/b&gt; Laura aceita se casar com Rodrigo Simões?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;Sim!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Padre:&lt;/b&gt; Rodrigo, aceita se casar com Laura Rodrigues?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rodrigo pensa em Mirela e fica sem reação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura&lt;/b&gt;: Rodrigo? Diz que sim!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rodrigo&lt;/b&gt;: Sim!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mirela chega na igreja com uma arma e aponta ela para Laura&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: Laura, você não vai ter o tão esperado final feliz ao lado do Rodrigo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mirela atira em Laura mais Rodrigo entra na frente e é baleado. Mirela joga a arma no chão e vai desesperada ver Rodrigo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: Rodrigo! Não era pra te acertar, meu amor!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Desgraçada! Eu te odeio!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: Rodrigo, fala comigo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;Você matou ele! Matou o meu amor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Ambulância chega e leva Rodrigo, e Mirela vai presa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cadeia- Manhã- Thiago e o advogado chegam a delegacia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Advogado:&lt;/b&gt; Eu consegui um habeas corpus e a Mirela vai poder responder o processo em liberdade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago:&lt;/b&gt; Muito Obrigado, Doutor!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mirela chega&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não queria sair daqui! Eu cometi um crime e tenho que pagar por ele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago:&lt;/b&gt; Mirela chega! Vamos pra casa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: Eu não vou pra casa! Eu vou ver o Rodrigo no hospital.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thiago:&lt;/b&gt; Você não vai!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Você não tem como me impedir! 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Foi um acidente. Eu juro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Maribel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Eu vou ligar pra policia agora mesmo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi dá um tapa no celular de Maribel que cai longe. Rubi joga Maribel no chão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Você não vai ligar pra ninguém... Vai ficar ai quietinha, na minha mira!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi aponta a arma para Maribel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel&lt;/b&gt;: Alem de sinica, desonesta, agora você é também uma assassina. Você matou o Heitor!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não tive alternativa! Ele me matou. Era ele ou eu! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel: &lt;/b&gt;Dessa vez você vai se estrepar. Por que quando eu sair daqui eu juro que vou te denunciar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;O difícil vai ser você sair daqui com vida!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi ri. Maribel fica assustada.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Casa de Maribel - Sala - Dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda e Alessandro já conversando.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda: &lt;/b&gt;Ela saiu daqui desesperada dizendo que tinha que resolver um assunto muito serio. Pensei que fosse com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Não. Mas eu estou suspeitando de outra coisa: Que ela tenha ido tirar satisfações com a Rubi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda: &lt;/b&gt;A meus Deus. E se aquela mulher tiver feito alguma coisa com a Maribel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro: &lt;/b&gt;É isso que eu vou ver agora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda: &lt;/b&gt;Eu vou com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda e Alessandro saem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mansão de Rubi - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda e Alessandro batem na porta. Rubi abre a porta e se assusta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;O que estão fazendo aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda: &lt;/b&gt;Sabemos que a Maribel está aqui. E não vamos sair daqui sem ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; E por que acham que aquela retardada estaria aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro&lt;/b&gt;: Sai dessa porta ou então eu vou ter que usar a força com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Tenta! A justiça ta do meu lado. Pra ela vocês não passam de dois malucos, insanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda:&lt;/b&gt; É melhor irmos e voltarmos daqui a pouco com um mandado de busca e apreensão vindo da policia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Então façam isso! Mas depois nãos e arrependam das&amp;nbsp;consequências&amp;nbsp;que virão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda e Alessandro saem. Rubi entra. Maribel está amordaçada no chão da sala.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Eles já descobriram que você está aqui... Vou ter que arranjar um outro lugar pra ficarmos! Levanta desse chão e vem comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel se levanta. As duas saem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Casa de&amp;nbsp;Rosário&amp;nbsp;- Sala - Dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Rubi chega com uma arma apontada para Maribel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Se todo mundo ficar quieto nada acontecerá com a Maribel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosario&lt;/b&gt;: O que você ta pensando em fazer, Rubi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Depende.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina:&lt;/b&gt; Você ta louca, Rubi! Completamente louca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Antes louca do que sonsa! E é melhor todo mundo calar a boca. Eu já to sem paciência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi joga Maribel. Maribel começa a gritar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Eu vou por um ponto final nessa historia. Você vai morrer Maribel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi atira em Maribel, mas Rosario entra na frente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina: &lt;/b&gt;Mamãe! Ta vendo o que você fez, Rubi? Finalmente você&amp;nbsp;conseguiu&amp;nbsp;o que queria. Acabar com a nossa&amp;nbsp;família!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi joga a arma no chão e sai. Ela abre a porta e dá de cara com Alessandro, Magda e Bruno.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno&lt;/b&gt;: Queira me acompanhar Rubi. Você está presa pela morte de Heitor Ribeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi fica sem reação. Bruno a algema.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-3113161390866331388?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/3113161390866331388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-33-rubi-atira-em-rosario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/3113161390866331388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/3113161390866331388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-33-rubi-atira-em-rosario.html' title='Rubi| Capitulo 33 | Rubi atira em Rosario| Ultimas semanas'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s72-c/rubi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-4105910615641693255</id><published>2011-10-26T18:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T18:00:00.305-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corações Partidos'/><title type='text'>Corações Partidos| 32° Capitulo| Paula atira em Larissa.| Últimos Capítulos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s400/sasasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa:&lt;/b&gt; Mas como isso aconteceu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla: &lt;/b&gt;Eu não sei direito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa&lt;/b&gt;: É só isso mesmo? Você ta estranha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro encara Carla.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro&lt;/b&gt;: Ela ta drogada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa&lt;/b&gt;: Como assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro: &lt;/b&gt;Trabalhei muitos anos numa clinica de reabilitação. E só de olhar os olhos da sua irmã dá pra ver que ela ta totalmente fora de si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla:&lt;/b&gt; É mentira. Eu to bem. Quem não tá nada bem é a Luiza. Ela ta morta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa:&lt;/b&gt; Será que ela fez alguma coisa com a Luiza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&lt;/b&gt; Acho bem&amp;nbsp;provável&amp;nbsp;que sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa&lt;/b&gt;: Então temos que ir. A Luiza pode ta correndo perigo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eles saem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Vanessa - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos chega. Vanessa e ele se encaram.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa: &lt;/b&gt;Você não devia ter feito isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;Por que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa: &lt;/b&gt;Por que eu não vou te perdoar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: Não to pedindo seu perdão. Aliás de você eu só quero distância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Onde ta querendo chegar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: Na separação. Eu quero me separar de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa: &lt;/b&gt;Não. Eu não vou admitir que você me troque por aquela mosca morta. Não vou!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos:&lt;/b&gt; Não é por ela. É por mim. Eu to sufocado ficando com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa&lt;/b&gt;: Ta vendo? É por isso que eu queria ver aquela mulher morta. Por que viva eu tinha certeza que ela iria me causar problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos:&lt;/b&gt; Eu vou pegar as minhas coisas e vou embora da sua vida. Pra sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Isso não vai ficar assim! Vai ter troco. Tanto pra você, quanto pra aquele rasputia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Bárbara - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa passa amão na&amp;nbsp;maçaneta&amp;nbsp;da porte e vê sangue. Eles entram.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula: &lt;/b&gt;Surpresa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&lt;/b&gt; Paula? O que você ta fazendo aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula:&lt;/b&gt; Estava ansiosa esperando por vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro: &lt;/b&gt;Cadê a Luiza? O que você fez com ela?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula:&lt;/b&gt; Não estava aqui quando cheguei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa:&lt;/b&gt; Então quer dizer que isso foi uma armação pra nós atrair para cá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula:&lt;/b&gt; Sim. E não foi muito&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;convencer a Carla de se aliar a mim. Ela ta completamente desnorteada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa tenta correr. Paula saca uma arma.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula&lt;/b&gt;: Nem pensar. Se der mais um passo em falso eu acabo com você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&lt;/b&gt; Se não for embora daqui agora eu chamo a policia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula:&lt;/b&gt; Chama. Ai eu terei um bom motivo pra ir presa: A morte de todos vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa tira o&amp;nbsp;celular&amp;nbsp;do bolso. Ela disca rapidamente. Paula atira em Larissa. Ela cai no chão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-4105910615641693255?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/4105910615641693255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/coracoes-partidos-32-capitulo-paula.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/4105910615641693255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/4105910615641693255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/coracoes-partidos-32-capitulo-paula.html' title='Corações Partidos| 32° Capitulo| Paula atira em Larissa.| Últimos Capítulos'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s72-c/sasasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-8600415943478875664</id><published>2011-10-25T19:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T19:00:04.243-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>Rubi| Capitulo 32| Rubi mata Heitor| Ultimas Semanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s400/rubi.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Artur:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Maribel, me desculpe, mas você é burra. Uma mulher que cai nas lábias de um safado duas vezes é burra.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Maribel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Você diz isso por que nunca amou de verdade. É um seco de sentimentos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Artur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Se engana você ao dizer isso. Eu amei a sua mãe de verdade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Maribel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Amou no passado. Mas agora não ama mais ninguém... Nem você mesmo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Maribel sai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mansão de Rubi – Sala – Dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor chega &lt;st1:personname productid="em casa. Rubi" w:st="on"&gt;em casa. Rubi&lt;/st1:personname&gt; está na sala.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Você destruiu a minha vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi: Eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; só o fiz o que achava certo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Você não vale nada Rubi. Você tem que morrer sua desgraçada!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor esbofeteia Rubi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; A Maribel tem que morrer. Ela é uma desprovida, uma destruidora de lares.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Eu vou tirar tudo de você. Vou acabar com a sua vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; O que vai fazer?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Me separar de você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Nunca, Heitor. Eu te amo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Você não me ama Rubi. Você ama a minha grana, o meu dinheiro. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Isso não é verdade.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Vai embora da minha casa. Eu quero te ver longe daqui.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Pois a metade dessa cassa também é minha, eu tenho os meus direitos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tem o direito de sumir da minha frente. De sair da minha casa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Nunca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi vai para o quarto. Heitor sai correndo atrás dela.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3399; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mansão de Rubi – Quarto – Dia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi e Heitor chegam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Se não sair da minha casa agora eu juro que...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Jura nada. Você é um paspalho. Um idiota.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;r: Cala a boca. Por que eu to com tanto ódio de você que sou capaz de cometer uma loucura!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Você nunca vai conseguir ser feliz. Não enquanto eu continuar viva. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Então é simples. Pra eu ser feliz só basta te matar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Você não teria coragem...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor joga Rubi na cama e começa a espanca –lá. Rubi grita. Heitor não para.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Para...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Eu não vou parar ate te ver morta. Ate te ver completamente destruída!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi consegue se levantar. Ela abre a cômoda e retira de lá uma arma e aponta para Heitor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Abaixa essa arma, Rubi. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: É só você ficar quietinha ai que nada te acontece. Por que acha que eu iria te matar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Pra ficar com o meu dinheiro. Você ta com medo deu tirar tudo de você. De ficar pobre outra vez.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Ate que não é uma má idéia... Mas eu não tenho sangue frio suficiente pra pode te matar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor corre. Rubi vai atrás dele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff3399; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Mansão de Rubi – Corredor – Dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor para no topo da escada. Rubi o encara.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Não vai fugir?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Não. Vou te enfrentar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Perda de tempo! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Já que não atira. Eu atiro em você!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi aperta o gatilho. Heitor tenta pegar a arma, mas ela escapa e cai das escadas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Eu vou entrar na justiça e vou tirar de você tudo o que é meu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Tudo que você fizer vai ser &lt;st1:personname productid="em vão. Eu" w:st="on"&gt;em vão. Eu&lt;/st1:personname&gt; sou a injustiçada da historia. Você me traiu. E eu tenho provas disso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Heitor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Com dinheiro ou não eu vou reconquistar a Maribel. Custe o que custar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi empurra Heitor. Ele saiu rolando as escadas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;: Desculpa Heitor. Mas eu não tive como evitar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi desce as escadas e vê que Heitor está morto. Ela tem uma repentina crise de choro. Maribel chega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Maribel:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; O que você fez com ele? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Rubi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt; Maribel? O que ta fazendo aqui?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;As duas se encaram.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-8600415943478875664?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/8600415943478875664/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-32-rubi-mata-heitor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/8600415943478875664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/8600415943478875664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-32-rubi-mata-heitor.html' title='Rubi| Capitulo 32| Rubi mata Heitor| Ultimas Semanas'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s72-c/rubi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-1732156560148706082</id><published>2011-10-25T18:00:00.014-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:00:00.815-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corações Partidos'/><title type='text'>Corações Partidos| 31° Capitulo| Clarisse é internada em manicômio| Últimos Capítulos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s400/sasasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;Quem é essa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa&lt;/b&gt;: A esposa dele queridinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Você é casado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Não. Eu sou uma esposa de mentirinha. Não seja idiota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;Olha o barraco, Vanessa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa: &lt;/b&gt;Barraco? Eu to muito calma. E vocês nem queiram me ver estressada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;Vai embora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Não saio daqui sem você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;Se não sair eu chamo os seguranças!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa: &lt;/b&gt;Você é meu marido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;E você minha esposa, não minha&amp;nbsp;proprietária!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa: &lt;/b&gt;Ta bem... Eu saio, mas em casa você vai se ver comigo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vanessa s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos:&lt;/b&gt; Desculpa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Você precisa ir embora... Eu preciso descançar!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: Eu vou ir. Mas eu volto depois!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos sai.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Casa de Clarisse - Sala - Dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Clarisse&amp;nbsp;transtornada&amp;nbsp;na sala. Laura chega com&amp;nbsp;vários&amp;nbsp;médicos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;Podem leva-lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; O que ta acontecendo aqui? É uma conspiração? É isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Você precisa de tratamento! Vai ser melhor pra você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não to louca. E&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;vai me tirar da minha casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os&amp;nbsp;médicos&amp;nbsp;chegam perto de Clarisse, mas ela começa a tacar objetos neles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Você&amp;nbsp;precisa&amp;nbsp;se tratar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse: &lt;/b&gt;Se não&amp;nbsp;saírem&amp;nbsp;daqui agora eu juro que eu mato todos vocês. Eu mato um por um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Os&amp;nbsp;médicos&amp;nbsp;chegam perto de Clarisse e lhe dão um sedativo. Ela cai desmaiada no chão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Apartamento de Paula - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula já&amp;nbsp;conversando&amp;nbsp;ao telefone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula: &lt;/b&gt;Então fica tudo combinado assim... Não quero falhas. Os explosivos terão que ser instalados e acionados com sucesso! Quero garantias&amp;nbsp;também! Garantia de que morra todo mundo que estiver lá dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bruno:&lt;/b&gt; Não sobrará&amp;nbsp;ninguém&amp;nbsp;pra contar historia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula: &lt;/b&gt;Assim espero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Paula ri e desliga o telefone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Pedro - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla chega desesperada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla: &lt;/b&gt;Vocês precisam me ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa: &lt;/b&gt;O que houve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla:&lt;/b&gt; A Luiza. 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Do que você ta falando, sua louca?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Isso tudo foi um plano meu e do Heitor pra te humilhar... Pra te colocar pra baixo! Foi tudo armado, e você caiu direitinho! Achou mesmo que ele te amava? Me poupe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; É mentira Maribel! Eu seria incapaz de...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maribel dá um tapa na cara de Heitor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Eu te odeio... Eu fui muito boba em confiar em você! estava louca quando pensei que você tinha mudado!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Maribel, por favor acredita em mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maribel se veste, e vai em direção da porta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Ate nunca mais, Heitor!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Por favor, me espera! Temos muito o que conversar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Não temos nada o que conversar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maribel sai e Rubi ri.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Eu consegui! Eu disse que ia me vingar de você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Como você pode ser tão cruel? Como tem coragem de passar por cima dos sentimentos dos outros, mudar cursos de vida... Sem sentir nenhum arrependimento, nenhum rancor?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; A vida me ensinou a ser assim!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Você me fez perder a Maribel uma vez, e agora fez tudo de novo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Você foi feito pra mim! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor enforca Rubi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor&lt;/b&gt;: Eu vou te matar Rubi! Eu vou te matar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi vai ficando cada vez mais sem ar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Faz isso... Assim passará o resto dos seus dias dentro de uma cela suja de cadeia.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor solta Rubi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor&lt;/b&gt;: Não! Eu não vou estragar a minha vida por causa de uma pessoa tão fútil como você!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor se veste e sai. Rubi fica no quarto vendo as fotos que tirou.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Essas fotos vão bombar na imprensa! Hulala!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Maribel – Madrugada – Sala.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maribel chega em casa chorando, e encontra Magda na sala.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda&lt;/b&gt;: O que houve, Maribel?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; O Heitor! Ele me enganou de novo! Se aproveitou de mim e depois...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda:&lt;/b&gt; Não fale mais nada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel&lt;/b&gt;: Eu juro que dessa vez isso não vai ficar impune, nem que para me vingar dele seja preciso...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda:&lt;/b&gt; Não precisa sujar suas mãos! Eu faço isso pra você, eu mato o Heitor! Eu juro que eu mato aquele desgraçado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Magda e Rubi se abraçam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Rosário – Manhã – Quarto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi chega e vai ao quarto de Fernanda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Veio me buscar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Não meu amor! Você vai ter que ter calma! Eu estou vivendo uma crise com o Heitor, mas assim que eu me acertar com ele, eu juro que vou te levar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Mentira! Você sempre faz promessas, mas nunca às cumpre!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Mas eu juro que vou cumprir essa! Por que eu te amo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda&lt;/b&gt;: Será?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; É! Você é a única pessoa que eu amo nessa vida, você ate hoje foi à única pessoa que me fez sentir boa, que me fez enxergar algo bom dentro de mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fernanda abraça Rubi, que chora sem Fernanda perceber.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Maribel – Manhã - Cozinha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Artur, Maribel e Magda estão sentados à mesa. Artur pega o jornal e se choca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artur:&lt;/b&gt; Filha de empresário famoso é flagrada em motel com homem casado. Maribel o que significa isso?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maribel pega o jornal e se choca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel: &lt;/b&gt;Eu posso explicar tudo...&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-8326484527205596751?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/8326484527205596751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-31-magda-e-maribel-juram.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/8326484527205596751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/8326484527205596751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-31-magda-e-maribel-juram.html' title='Rubi| Capitulo 31| Magda e Maribel juram vingança à Heitor| Ultimas semanas'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s72-c/rubi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-6938633373331849874</id><published>2011-10-24T18:00:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:00:00.421-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corações Partidos'/><title type='text'>Corações Partidos| 30° Capitulo| Bárbara e Carlos se reencontram| Ultimas semanas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s400/sasasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla&lt;/b&gt;: Por que tanto&amp;nbsp;ódio&amp;nbsp;de mim? O que foi que eu te fiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza:&lt;/b&gt; Você roubou o Hugo de mim. Fez ele acreditar que eu tava louca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla:&lt;/b&gt; Nem precisou. É só olhar pra você pra ver que você ta completamente insana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza:&lt;/b&gt; Insana vai ficar você quando for parar na cadeia. Por que uma coisa eu te digo: Essa traição não vai ficar assim! Eu juro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla&lt;/b&gt;: Então tenta! Se é briga que você quer é briga que você terá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla pega Luiza pelos cabelos e a joga para fora do quarto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza:&lt;/b&gt; Isso vai ter volta. Vai sim! Eu prometo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla fecha a porta do quarto e começa a se drogar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Clarisse - Quarto - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse andando de um lado para o outro, ate que Laura chega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;O que ta acontecendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse&lt;/b&gt;: A culpa. Ela ta me massacrando por dentro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Eu acho que você deveria procurar um tratamento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Não. Isso é passageiro. Eu convivi tantos anos com esse sentimento e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;E ele foi tomando conta de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Sai daqui. Eu preciso ficar sozinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;Mas mãe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Sai daqui antes que eu faça um besteira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Laura: Eu vou sair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura sai. Clarisse começa a quebrar todo o quarto.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hospital - Quarto - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara sentada na cama. Carlos chega. Os dois se encaram.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não to acreditando no que to vendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;Pois pode acreditar. Sou eu Bárbara. O Carlos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;O que te traz aqui depois de tantos anos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos:&lt;/b&gt; Vim te ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Comigo está tudo bem. E você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos:&lt;/b&gt; Eu continuo o mesmo Carlos de sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;Antes de tudo eu queria te dizer que eu não te abandonei no altar. Foi tudo um plano da Bárbara. Ela foi na minha casa, começou a ferir a si mesma e depois chamou a policia. Eu fui presa e por isso não pude comparecer no altar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos:&lt;/b&gt; Então quer dizer que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Que a gente nós separou sem motivos. Eu nunca deixei de te amar, nunca te&amp;nbsp;esqueci, e vivi todos esses anos as sombras do nosso relacionamento!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: Eu&amp;nbsp;também! E eu sabia que tinha algo de errado acontecendo... Só não queria admitir pra mim mesmo!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: Mas agora já é tarde demais, né?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;Será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;Se passaram tantos anos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: Um amor como o nosso não se paga nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos abraça Bárbara. Vanessa chega.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa: &lt;/b&gt;Se desgruda dessa vagaranha agora, ou eu armo um barraco com direito a publico nesse hospital!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-6938633373331849874?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/6938633373331849874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/coracoes-partidos-30-capitulo-barbara-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/6938633373331849874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/6938633373331849874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/coracoes-partidos-30-capitulo-barbara-e.html' title='Corações Partidos| 30° Capitulo| Bárbara e Carlos se reencontram| Ultimas semanas'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s72-c/sasasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-3747242153578152113</id><published>2011-10-23T19:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:00:03.838-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Jogo do amor'/><title type='text'>O Jogo do Amor: 2º Capítulo: Cilada armada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/S0nqKqK_VTI/AAAAAAAAEy4/emcnlQbhOiI/s1600-h/banner.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425124694984447282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/S0nqKqK_VTI/AAAAAAAAEy4/emcnlQbhOiI/s400/banner.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casa da Camila: De Manhã Cedo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://aftbrasil.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/lado_casa_propria.jpg" src="http://aftbrasil.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/lado_casa_propria.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;E aí André? Conseguiu conquistar aquela tonta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Calma, vamos devagar, hoje depois do almoço vou fazer um piquenique com ela. O pior é que aquele gay do Paulo vai também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hahahaha, piquenique, que programinha mais ultrapassado. O Paulo não importa, você pode dar um jeito nele, pedir para ele buscar alguma coisa, todo mundo sabe que ele é caidinho por você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;E depois que eu me livrar dele? O que eu faço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ai você agarra a Natália e beija ela. Passe a mão na bunda dela e quando ela estiver distraída, pegue a pérola e traga para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;E eu não mereço nenhum beijinho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Merece...&lt;br /&gt;Camila pula no colo de André, os dois caem na cama e tiram as roupas.&lt;br /&gt;Os dois transam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;Casa da Natália: Almoço:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.bookings.net/images/hotel/org/309/309330.jpg" src="http://www.bookings.net/images/hotel/org/309/309330.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mamãe, estou muito animada hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marta:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O que aconteceu minha filha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Vou Ter um piquenique hoje com o André. Hoje eu consigo conquistar ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marta:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tome cuidado minha filha, deixe sua pérola em casa e leve a falsa, pois ele não cai nos encantos da Pérola e pode tentar rouba-la a mando da Camila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ele não seria capaz de fazer isto comigo mamãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marta:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ouça sua mãe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Tudo bem mamãe, vou levar a pérola falsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esconderijo na Floresta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://maurosilva.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/floresta_arvores.jpg" src="http://maurosilva.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/floresta_arvores.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; height: 231px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; width: 370px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victor:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Pessoal, a Camila me avisou que hoje o namorado trouxa dela vai fazer um piquenique com a rival dela, a Natália.&lt;br /&gt;Os capangas de Victor começam a rir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victor:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;E vocês vão ficar de tocaia na mata. Quando vocês vêem que o André, este aqui da foto, roubou o colar da Natália, estuprem ela.&lt;br /&gt;Os capangas comemoram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Com eles também vai estar um gay, vocês podem fazer o que quiserem com ele, tenho certeza que ele vai gostar. Depois de estuprarem a Natália e fazer qualquer coisa com o amiguinho dela, levem os dois até a praça no centro da cidade e os deixem lá amarrados.&lt;br /&gt;Os capangas saem para o local onde será o piquenique e Camila chega com uma langeri super sexy para Victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Local do Piquenique:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://mocambique1.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/VILANKULOS%20-%20paisagem_resize.jpg" src="http://mocambique1.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/VILANKULOS%20-%20paisagem_resize.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; height: 318px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; width: 424px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu estou adorando este piquenique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu também.&lt;br /&gt;Paulo não para de olhar para André.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Paulo, porque você não vai até a mina buscar água para nós fazermos um suco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tá, tá, Andrezinho fofo, já estou indo.&lt;br /&gt;Paulo sai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Natália, você é muito atraente, estou com a Camila mas só tenho olhos para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;É mesmo, então me beija.&lt;br /&gt;André beija Natália e rouba a pérola de seu pescoço sem que ela veja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Nossa, que beijo Magnífico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mina perto do Piquenique:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.cprm.gov.br/gestao/ppga_valedoribeira/Registros%20fotogr%E1ficos/Fotografias/FOTO0194_1.JPG" src="http://www.cprm.gov.br/gestao/ppga_valedoribeira/Registros%20fotogr%E1ficos/Fotografias/FOTO0194_1.JPG" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nossa, que balde pesado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homem sem camisa:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Quer ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Nossa que bofe. Quero sim.&lt;br /&gt;O homem se aproxima e empurra Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;O que é isso gato. O que você tá fazendo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homem:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vou fazer o que você gosta.&lt;br /&gt;Mais 5 homens chegam e arrancam a roupa de Paulo. Eles amarram ele na árvore, colocam uma fita em sua boca e mandam ele ficar quieto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Homem:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Agora sim, ela tá bem lindinha.&lt;br /&gt;Os homens vão para onde Natália e André estão e deixam Paulo ali pelado e amarrado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-3747242153578152113?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/3747242153578152113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-jogo-do-amor-2-capitulo-cilada-armada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/3747242153578152113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/3747242153578152113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-jogo-do-amor-2-capitulo-cilada-armada.html' title='O Jogo do Amor: 2º Capítulo: Cilada armada'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/S0nqKqK_VTI/AAAAAAAAEy4/emcnlQbhOiI/s72-c/banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-9023446022502366043</id><published>2011-10-23T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T15:30:01.498-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firework'/><title type='text'>Firework: 8º Capítulo: Maurício e Mauro se beijam e Sharlene toma coragem para ser o que realmente é</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJMkjlCI/AAAAAAAAHf8/oNR3qWWnKaY/s1600/Firework+logo.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536758085426844706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJMkjlCI/AAAAAAAAHf8/oNR3qWWnKaY/s400/Firework+logo.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 295px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 371px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boate no Viaduto do Chá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maurício chega na boate aonde ele e Mauro marcaram de se encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Maurício:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Já passou da hora que eu e o Mauro marcamos, será que ele não vai vir?&lt;br /&gt;Quando Maurício olha para o lado, reconhece Mauro na bancada aonde vende bebidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Maurício:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;É agora ou nunca...&lt;br /&gt;Maurício vai até Mauro e sem falar nada, o abraça e o beija na boca.&lt;br /&gt;Todos na boate começam a aplaudir o beijo e o DJ coloca uma música especial para os dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Mauro:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Finalmente nos encontramos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Maurício:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sim, e agora ficaremos juntos para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Mauro:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Maurício, você quer dançar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Maurício:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sim, eu quero.&lt;br /&gt;Mauro e Maurício dançam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casa da Sharlene:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mickaela liga para Sharlene. Mas Sharlene não atende e Mickaela deixa na caixa postal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Mickaela:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alô, Sharlene, acho que você não vai querer vir, mas o Fernando está dando outra festa na casa dele e mandou convidar todos. Então resolvi te ligar, se resolver, aparece, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Sharlene:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;A mulher não precisa ser magra para ser bonita, isto é a mídia que coloca na nossa cabeça. Obrigado por esta frase Gisele, por mim, você já é a nova presidente do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Sharlene pega seu biquini, coloca por baixo da roupa e vai em direção a casa de Fernando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casa do Fernando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharlene chega na festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Mickaela:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Sharlene, você veio? Que surpresa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Sharlene:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sim, eu vim, e adivinha o que eu trouxe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Mickaela:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O que?&lt;br /&gt;Sharlene tira a roupa e fica só de biquini. Todos na festa começam a olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://olheparaoteto.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/bethdittolive_450x598.jpg?w=408&amp;amp;h=582" height="392" src="http://olheparaoteto.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/bethdittolive_450x598.jpg?w=408&amp;amp;h=582" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Sharlene:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;O que foi pessoal? Continuem dançando? Nunca viram uma baleia orca de biquini? É bom começarem a se acostumar, porque daqui á 2 dias, quando Gisele ganhar as eleições, será sempre assim.&lt;br /&gt;Sharlene sai correndo e mergulha dentro da piscina.&lt;br /&gt;Todos na festa ficam surpresos com a atitude de Sharlene...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-9023446022502366043?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/9023446022502366043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/firework-8-capitulo-mauricio-e-mauro-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/9023446022502366043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/9023446022502366043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/firework-8-capitulo-mauricio-e-mauro-se.html' title='Firework: 8º Capítulo: Maurício e Mauro se beijam e Sharlene toma coragem para ser o que realmente é'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJMkjlCI/AAAAAAAAHf8/oNR3qWWnKaY/s72-c/Firework+logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-1593031721628956506</id><published>2011-10-23T15:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T15:15:42.155-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>Rubi terminará com 40 capítulos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s400/rubi.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi, a web - novela de maior sucesso tanto em aceitação do publico, quanto em audiência do blog chega ao fim em duas semanas. E existe uma pergunta que não quer se calar. Qual será o final da vilã mais odiada do MWN? Há quem torça para ela se dar bem, mas há&amp;nbsp;também&amp;nbsp;aqueles que odeiam essa&amp;nbsp;hipótese&amp;nbsp;e que&amp;nbsp;querem&amp;nbsp;um final&amp;nbsp;trágico&amp;nbsp;para a protagonista. Tivemos a oportunidade de fazer algumas perguntas ao autor. Confira o que eles nós respondeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entrevistador:&lt;/b&gt; Rubi está chegando ao fim. O que pretende fazer com a personagem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gustavo: &lt;/b&gt;Estou dividido. 50% de mim quer que ela tenha um final feliz, mas outros 50% quer que ela pague por tudo que fiz. É complicado escolher, principalmente o destino de uma personagem tão especial como a Rubi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entrevistador:&lt;/b&gt; Já escreveu os finais alternativos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gustavo&lt;/b&gt;: Um sim. Mas o outro ainda não. Estou escrevendo o capitulo 33 da trama onde a Rubi será presa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entrevistador:&lt;/b&gt; E Maribel? Ficará com Heitor ou com Alessandro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gustavo&lt;/b&gt;: Isso não posso contar. Mas o destino do Heitor já está entrelaçado. No capitulo 32 vocês descobrirão qual será o final do personagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Entrevistador:&lt;/b&gt; Por ultimo: A Fernanda terá&amp;nbsp;destaque&amp;nbsp;no final da sua trama como teve na obra original?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gustavo&lt;/b&gt;: Sim. Aguarde e verão!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-1593031721628956506?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/1593031721628956506/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-terminara-com-40-capitulos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/1593031721628956506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/1593031721628956506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-terminara-com-40-capitulos.html' title='Rubi terminará com 40 capítulos.'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s72-c/rubi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-7348447400560310618</id><published>2011-10-22T19:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T19:00:03.343-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O Jogo do amor'/><title type='text'>O Jogo do Amor: 1º Capítulo: Encontro casual na pizzaria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Verdana; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/S0nqKqK_VTI/AAAAAAAAEy4/emcnlQbhOiI/s1600-h/banner.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425124694984447282" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/S0nqKqK_VTI/AAAAAAAAEy4/emcnlQbhOiI/s400/banner.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ffcc66; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quarto de Camila: Lisboa: Portugal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifaUKmSYTnY/STnSqOOdyrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Z-E0U09hTe4/s400/bicama09.jpg" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ifaUKmSYTnY/STnSqOOdyrI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Z-E0U09hTe4/s400/bicama09.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Que delícia, isso, esta massagem está ótima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O que mais você deseja minha rainha?&lt;br /&gt;A pérola de Camila brilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me beije...&lt;br /&gt;Victor beija Camila e André bate na porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Camila, você está ai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sim meu amor, já vou abrir a porta.&lt;br /&gt;Camila empurra Victor e manda ele se esconder no armário.&lt;br /&gt;Victor veste sua roupa e entra no armário de Camila. Camila abre a porta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Oi meu amor. Nossa, você tá mais gato do que nunca hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;São seus olhos minha gostosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;E aí? Nosso plano está de pé? Você topa seduzir a Natália e pegar aquela pérola pra mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu ainda não entendi porque você quer tanto aquela pérola meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Um dia você vai entender.&lt;br /&gt;Camila e André se beijam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casa da Natália: Copa de Jantar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.bookings.net/images/hotel/org/309/309330.jpg" src="http://www.bookings.net/images/hotel/org/309/309330.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Mãe, sua macarronada está ótima, mas eu tenho que correr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marta:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Aonde você vai minha filha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Eu combinei de ir no rodízio de pizza com o Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marta:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não demore minha filha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Tudo bem mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pizzaria: Centro de Lisboa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.ilhaplaza.com.br/data/documents/storedDocuments/%7B5F8A6537-75D0-4CA4-8AD5-84E628284295%7D/%7B978EED19-7525-4735-8897-97F6E2B3B756%7D/DSC00142.jpg" src="http://www.ilhaplaza.com.br/data/documents/storedDocuments/%7B5F8A6537-75D0-4CA4-8AD5-84E628284295%7D/%7B978EED19-7525-4735-8897-97F6E2B3B756%7D/DSC00142.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; height: 266px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; width: 355px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Como sempre atrasada não é.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Minha mãe me fez comer a macarronada dela antes deu sair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;A macarronada da sua mãe é uma delícia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Já pediu a pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Já. Olha quem está vindo ali. O André.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ah meu Deus, preciso fazer ciúmes nele.&lt;br /&gt;A pérola de Natália brilha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Paulo, me beije.&lt;br /&gt;Paulo beija Natália.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André vê e pensa:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O que a Natália está fazendo com aquele gay. Será que ela é bissexual? Bom, vou sentar na mesa do lado e prosseguir com meu plano de conquistar a Natália.&lt;br /&gt;Natália diz para Paulo parar de beija-la e esquecer que aquilo aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oi André. Sente aqui nesta mesa conosco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Tudo bem Natália? Nossa, você está muito gata hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natália:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Obrigada. E a Camila? Não veio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não a Camila ficou e casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Nossa, com um bofe destes ela é louca de deixar você sair sozinho na rua.&lt;br /&gt;André ri e debaixo da mesa Natália pisa no pé de Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Ai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;André:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;O que foi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paulo:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Nada, eu mordi na língua.&lt;br /&gt;Natália chama André para fazer um piquenique com ela e ele aceita.&lt;br /&gt;Paulo pede para ir junto e Natália fica com raiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ffcc66; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esconderijo no meio da floresta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://maurosilva.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/floresta_arvores.jpg" src="http://maurosilva.files.wordpress.com/2008/03/floresta_arvores.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; height: 212px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; width: 340px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Então está tudo combinado não é Victor. Você e seu bando vão me ajudar a eliminar a Natália e pegar a pérola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victor:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Claro, mas agora que você me seduziu, eu vou querer fazer besteirinha com você toda noite minha gostosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Claro, mas não pode ser lá em casa, pois corre o risco do André pegar nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Victor:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Mas aqui no esconderijo só poderemos fazer na frente dos meus capangas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camila:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eu não ligo.&lt;br /&gt;Camila beija Victor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-7348447400560310618?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/7348447400560310618/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-jogo-do-amor-1-capitulo-encontro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/7348447400560310618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/7348447400560310618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-jogo-do-amor-1-capitulo-encontro.html' title='O Jogo do Amor: 1º Capítulo: Encontro casual na pizzaria'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/S0nqKqK_VTI/AAAAAAAAEy4/emcnlQbhOiI/s72-c/banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-5254918372069228291</id><published>2011-10-22T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T15:30:01.617-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Firework'/><title type='text'>Firework: 7º Capítulo: Maurício é expulso de casa e Patrícia é violentada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #181818; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJMkjlCI/AAAAAAAAHf8/oNR3qWWnKaY/s1600/Firework+logo.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536758085426844706" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJMkjlCI/AAAAAAAAHf8/oNR3qWWnKaY/s400/Firework+logo.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 295px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 371px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJL81xxI/AAAAAAAAHf0/rw_NuNY5VgY/s1600/10.png" style="color: #0066cc; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536758085260265234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJL81xxI/AAAAAAAAHf0/rw_NuNY5VgY/s400/10.png" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 53px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casa dos pais do Maurício: Quarto do Maurício:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de ir embora, Maurício entra no MSN para falar com Mauro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Mauro:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Oi meu amor, pensei que não iria entrar hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Maurício:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mauro, contei para os meus pais que eu sou gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Mauro:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sério? E aí? O que aconteceu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Maurício:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Eles me expulsaram de casa, o pior é que não tenho para onde ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Mauro:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não esperava que seus pais fossem tão rígidos, mas você pode vir morar comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Maurício:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Sério?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://image.com.com/tv/images/processed/photo_viewer/bd/65/55581.jpg" src="http://image.com.com/tv/images/processed/photo_viewer/bd/65/55581.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Mauro:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Claro que sim, enquanto gays não podem se casar no Brasil, nós moramos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Maurício:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cara, você não poderia me dar uma notícia melhor neste momento. Estou muito feliz. Aonde podemos nos encontrar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Mauro:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Em uma boate muito boa que eu conheço.&lt;br /&gt;Mauro passa o endereço da boate para Maurício e os dois combinam de se encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #000099; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enquanto isto, Sharlene recebe alta do hospital e volta para sua casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Casa da Gisele:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gisele está em casa planejando suas falas para o debate presidencial, quando Patrícia bate na porta.&lt;br /&gt;Quando Gisele abre, toma um susto ao ver que sua amiga está toda machucada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Gisele:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;O que aconteceu Patrícia? Você está toda machucada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Patrícia:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Não sei o que aconteceu comigo Gisele. Só me lembro que três garotos brancos sairam de um carro e começaram a me bater muito, disseram que iam acabar comigo por eu ser negra. Aí acho que desmaiei e não me lembro de mais nada. Acordei em um motel totalmente nua. Sorte que os funcionários de lá me ajudaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/dana_davis/fotos/6693/dana_davis.jpg" height="391" src="http://www.lahiguera.net/cinemania/actores/dana_davis/fotos/6693/dana_davis.jpg" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #f2f2f3; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 1px; border-right-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-right-style: solid; border-right-width: 1px; border-top-color: rgb(230, 217, 229); border-top-style: solid; border-top-width: 1px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 6px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Gisele:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vou preparar um banho quente pra você tomar na banheira. Vai te ajudar a melhorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Patrícia:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Gisele, agora estou decidida, farei de tudo para que daqui a 3 dias, na eleição, você seja a nova presidente do Brasil. Isto tudo que está acontecendo precisa acabar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Gisele:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Obrigada Patrícia, você é uma grande amiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Patrícia:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Além de sua amiga, confio e você e sei que cumprirá tudo que está prometendo, mesmo que pareça impossível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;Gisele:&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pode esperar que sim.&lt;br /&gt;As duas se abraçam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-5254918372069228291?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/5254918372069228291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/firework-7-capitulo-mauricio-e-expulso.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/5254918372069228291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/5254918372069228291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/firework-7-capitulo-mauricio-e-expulso.html' title='Firework: 7º Capítulo: Maurício é expulso de casa e Patrícia é violentada'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jYLh5SxVVyY/TNaEJMkjlCI/AAAAAAAAHf8/oNR3qWWnKaY/s72-c/Firework+logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-7149291531890501476</id><published>2011-10-21T19:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:00:03.880-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>Rubi| Capitulo 30| Rubi fotografa Rubi e Heitor transando.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s400/rubi.png" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Eu te avisei... Aquela cadela não vale nada!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alessandro se aproxima de Rubi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Agora eu quero você! Cansei de bancar o homem apaixonado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; É?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro&lt;/b&gt;: É isso mesmo! Eu te desejo, eu...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi pressiona Alessandro contra ela.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Que pena, por que agora quem não te quer mais sou eu!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Como assim?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Mesmo te amando, eu não vou me entregar a você! Se me quiser mesmo, terá que me conquistar de novo! Fazer por merecer! Agora vai embora!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Francamente...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alessandro vai embora e Rubi ri. E depois de minutos, Heitor chega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Heitor... Temos que conversar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor&lt;/b&gt;: Depois! Tenho um compromisso agora!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Aonde vai?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Não te interessa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi: Você vai me pagar caro! Tanto você, quanto a Maribel! A vingança é um prato que se come frio! Por que quente, a gente queima a boca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Uma ameaça?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Não... Eu não sou mulher de ameaças... Eu faço o que eu quero, sem avisar! Mas pra você vou abrir uma exceção! Cuidado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor sai, e sem que ele perceba, Rubi vai atrás.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Rosário – Noite – Cozinha.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos estão na mesa, jantando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda&lt;/b&gt;: A Tia Rubi disse que....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caetano:&lt;/b&gt; Fernanda! Eu já te disse que não quero saber de você conversando com a Rubi!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Você tem inveja dela! Por que ela é rica e você é um morto de fome.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caetano&lt;/b&gt;: Ela pode ser rica, mas ela não é feliz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Ela é sim! Você que não é! aliás ninguém pobre, consegue ser feliz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina:&lt;/b&gt; Fernanda, já para o seu quarto! Você está de castigo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fernanda sai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rosário:&lt;/b&gt; Ela está revoltada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caetano:&lt;/b&gt; E tudo isso por causa da Rubi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Rosário – Noite – Quarto De Fernanda.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fernanda pega o telefone e liga para Rubi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Tia Rubi! Eu quero que você venha me buscar agora! Não quero mais morar aqui...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; O que aconteceu?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Meu pai...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Já sei! Ele está te colocando contra mim!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Vem agora! Por favor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Agora eu não posso! Estou seguindo o Heitor! Mas amanhã cedo passo ai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fernanda:&lt;/b&gt; Ta bom! Vou ficar esperando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Fernanda desliga o telefone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Motel Amor Supremo – Madrugada – Recepção.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi chega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Eu quero a chave do quarto, do casal chamado Heitor e Maribel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recepcionista:&lt;/b&gt; Não! Isso é contra as normas do motel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi tira varias notas de sua carteira.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: E agora?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A recepcionista pega o dinheiro e entrega a chave para Rubi, que sobe para o quarto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Motel Amor Supremo – Madrugada – Quarto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi abre a porta do quarto, entra e encontra Heitor e Maribel, transando. Ela pega uma câmera e fotografa a cena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Que ceninha em?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Rubi? O que faz aqui?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Acha que eu ia perder essa cena patética!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi continua tirando fotos, e Heitor e Maribel ficam assustados.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-7149291531890501476?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/7149291531890501476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-30-rubi-fotografa-rubi-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/7149291531890501476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/7149291531890501476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-30-rubi-fotografa-rubi-e.html' title='Rubi| Capitulo 30| Rubi fotografa Rubi e Heitor transando.'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s72-c/rubi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-2101179514657396535</id><published>2011-10-21T18:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:01:12.630-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corações Partidos'/><title type='text'>Corações Partidos| 29° Capitulo| Vanessa humilha Carlos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s400/sasasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; É melhor&amp;nbsp;você&amp;nbsp;ir embora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não saio daqui ate falar com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; E o que vai dizer? Que não pôde evitar? Que o seu amor pela Larissa foi mais forte que o seu amor por mim? Não Pedro. Eu já sei disso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&lt;/b&gt; Não é bem assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara: &lt;/b&gt;Se ta querendo meu perdão, desista. O que você fez comigo é&amp;nbsp;imperdoável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro: &lt;/b&gt;Nada é&amp;nbsp;imperdoável!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: No seu ponto de vista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro:&lt;/b&gt; Nós de qualquer jeito vamos formar uma&amp;nbsp;família. Não podemos continuar assim!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara&lt;/b&gt;: A Larissa não é mais a minha filha. Por isso não temos mais nenhum tipo de relação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro: &lt;/b&gt;É só isso que tem a me dizer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; Não tem mais uma coisa: Some da minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro: &lt;/b&gt;Ta bem.Vou fazer o que você ta me pedindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Vanessa - Sala - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O telefone toca. Ele atende.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;Sim. Obrigado por me manter informado sobre o estado da paciente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos joga o telefone no sofá. Vanessa o encara.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; E então? Ela está melhor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: Ta falando de quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa&lt;/b&gt;: Da Bárbara.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: Como descobriu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa: &lt;/b&gt;Tava ouvindo a&amp;nbsp;conversa&amp;nbsp;pelo telefone do quarto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos: &lt;/b&gt;Você não tinha esse direito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa&lt;/b&gt;: A casa é minha. Eu pago a conta do telefone e por isso faço o que eu bem entender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos:&lt;/b&gt; Ta com ciumes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa&lt;/b&gt;: Não. Só não quero perder o homem que eu gosto pra uma acamada... Uma cirurgiãzinha plastica de quinta categoria!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: Ela é apenas uma amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa&lt;/b&gt;: Pois que se dane a sua amizade. Você escolhe: Ou fica comigo ou com ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carlos&lt;/b&gt;: Você ta precipitando as coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Aqui quem dá as ordens sou eu. Você só obedece!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vanessa sai.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Bárbara - Quarto - Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla chega e vê Luiza mexendo em suas coisas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla: &lt;/b&gt;O que significa isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luiza:&lt;/b&gt; Vim procurar provas que indicam que você está usando drogas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carla engole seco.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-2101179514657396535?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/2101179514657396535/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/coracoes-partidos-29-capitulo-vanessa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/2101179514657396535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/2101179514657396535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/coracoes-partidos-29-capitulo-vanessa.html' title='Corações Partidos| 29° Capitulo| Vanessa humilha Carlos'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s72-c/sasasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-6945891690509561347</id><published>2011-10-20T19:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:00:03.047-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>Rubi| Capitulo 29| Heitor convida Maribel para jantar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s400/rubi.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hospital Nossa Senhora das Graças – Tarde – Sala.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maribel chega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Alessandro... Tenho algo muito serio pra falar com você!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro&lt;/b&gt;: O que houve?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel&lt;/b&gt;: Eu juro que tentei te amar durante todos esses dias que ficamos juntos... Mas não deu! Eu ate hoje não consegui tirar ele do meu pensamento, eu ate hoje não...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro&lt;/b&gt;: Ele quem? O Heitor?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Ele sim! Parece que ele tem um imã que me gruda a ele cada vez mais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Mas ele...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Eu sei que ele me fez sofrer... Chorar! Mas é inevitável o amor que sinto por ele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Juro que não consigo te entender! Mas se é assim que prefere, não posso fazer nada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Ta chateado comigo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Vai embora...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel&lt;/b&gt;: Mas Alessandro...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Por favor, vai embora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maribel sai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mansão de Rubi – Tarde – Sala.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor chega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Onde você estava&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; No quinto dos infernos!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi: Heitor, não faz isso comigo! Eu estou te avisando...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor: &lt;/b&gt;Sai da minha frente....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Então me beija! Vai, faz de mim sua prisioneira.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor empurra Rubi, que cai no chão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não vou mais cair no seu joguinho de sedução... Eu não vou!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Pois você vai se arrepender! Você e todos que ousarem entrar no meu caminho! Todos... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor sai novamente e Rubi começa a chorar de raiva.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Maribel – Tarde – Porta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor bate na porta, e Magda o atende.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor&lt;/b&gt;: A Maribel está?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda&lt;/b&gt;: Por favor, saia da vida da Maribel.Você já fez ela sofrer muito e eu não quero que isso se repita.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Eu só quero conversar com ela! e se puder...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda&lt;/b&gt;: E se puder o que?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Uma segunda chance! Uma nova chance de provar que eu desacordei do feitiço da Rubi... Que só agora eu fui parar pra ver a burrice que eu fiz!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda:&lt;/b&gt; Está bem, eu vou chama –lá... Mas cuidado, pois se fizer algum mal pra minha menina, eu juro que...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor põe o dedo sobre a boca de Magda, e pisca pra ela. Magda sai, e depois de alguns minutos Maribel chega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; O que você quer Heitor?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Eu quero conversar com você! explicar direito tudo o que aconteceu. Aceita, jantar comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não sei...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Uma segunda chance... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel&lt;/b&gt;: Está bem! Me pegue às 19h00!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor&lt;/b&gt;: Obrigado...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor sai, e Maribel fica fascinada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mansão de Rubi - Noite- Sala.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi está na sala aflita, ate que Alessandro entra desesperado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro: &lt;/b&gt;Foi não é mesmo? Foi você que fez a Maribel terminar comigo, não é?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Não... Dessa vez não foi eu! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Como assim?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; A Maribel ainda está apaixonada pelo Heitor! E pelo que me parece, ele por ela!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; O que?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Isso mesmo que ouviu! Maribel e Heitor... Juntos!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; Não! Desgraçados... Ele já te tirou de mim, agora a Maribel... Mas isso não vai ficar assim, ele vai me pagar muito caro, isso vai custar à vida dele! 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Esses encontros só fazem a gente sofrer!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Rodrigo volta pra mim! Por favor!&amp;nbsp; Eu te amo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rodrigo:&lt;/b&gt; Eu já te disse, eu não te amo, eu não quero te enganar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Então fica comigo, só assim você vai poder esquecer ela.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rodrigo&lt;/b&gt;: Não, eu não quero, eu não posso!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Então está bem! Eu vou indo! Adeus.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rodrigo:&lt;/b&gt; Não! Espera! Eu vou ficar com você! Mais com uma condição!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Qual?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rodrigo:&lt;/b&gt; Casa comigo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;Isso é o que eu mais quero! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Laura beija Rodrigo e ele se sente sem graça.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Marta- Manhã- Quarto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mirela entra, sobre ate o quarto de Marta, e lhe dá um tapa na cara.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marta:&lt;/b&gt; Você ta ficando louca, Mirela?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Cala a sua boca, ordinária!&amp;nbsp; Assassina!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marta&lt;/b&gt;: Do que você está falando?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: Pra mim você não precisa mentir, eu sei que você matou meu pai!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marta&lt;/b&gt;: Ate agora eu não consigo entender!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Você não tem coração, você não tem alma! Só pensa em si mesma!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marta&lt;/b&gt;: Me respeite, que eu sou sua mãe!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Você nunca foi minha mãe, eu não tenho mãe! Agora eu vou ir! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marta:&lt;/b&gt; Vai mesmo! Eu nunca gostei de você, sua mal amada!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mirela dá vários tapas na cara de Marta e depois vai embora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hospital- Manhã- Mirela chega e encontra Laura abraçada com Rodrigo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela: &lt;/b&gt;Rodrigo? Quem é essa?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rodrigo:&lt;/b&gt; Ela é minha noiva e daqui a alguns dias minha esposa!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Vocês dois vão se casar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rodrigo:&lt;/b&gt; Vamos! Acha que é só você que tem o direito de ser feliz? De ter uma família?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela:&lt;/b&gt; Não, só fiquei surpresa com a rapidez da sua decisão!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rodrigo&lt;/b&gt;: Mirela, faz um favor pra mim? Sai da minha vida! Finge que eu nunca existi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mirela&lt;/b&gt;: Não! Não! Eu te amo, e eu não vou te perder pra essa mulherzinha!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Olha como fala de mim!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rodrigo:&lt;/b&gt; Vai embora, Mirela! Nossa relação não tem mais volta.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mirela vai embora decepcionada e Rodrigo e Laura vão para casa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Na casa de Fred- Manhã – Quarto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Marcela e Julia passam a noite discutindo , e Fred se cansa dessa situação.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fred:&lt;/b&gt; Chega! Vão embora as duas!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marcela&lt;/b&gt;: Como assim?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fred:&lt;/b&gt; É isso mesmo! Eu me cansei dessa situação!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julia:&lt;/b&gt; Fred, eu fui expulsa de casa, você não pode fazer isso comigo!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fred:&lt;/b&gt; Só tem uma solução pra toda essa confusão! Nós ficamos todos juntos!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julia:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não tenho outro opção!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Marcela&lt;/b&gt;: Por mim tudo bem!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Mirela- Sala – Manhã.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ela chega em casa e encontra Thiago com um cinto na mão.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mirela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;: O que é isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-5165243933106265507?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/5165243933106265507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/devastadora-paixao-6-capitulo-mirela-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/5165243933106265507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/5165243933106265507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/devastadora-paixao-6-capitulo-mirela-da.html' title='Devastadora Paixão| 6° Capitulo| Mirela dá bofetada em Marta'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4xVo8T9Y9U/TmdWDT1W9AI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/qlUa5-8WrOQ/s72-c/devastadorapaix%25C3%25A3o.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-3860150301506603843</id><published>2011-10-19T19:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T19:00:05.259-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>Rubi| Capitulo 28| Heitor descobre a farsa de Rubi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s400/rubi.png" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Agora vai embora da minha casa e não aparece nunca mais.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Não antes de te dar o que você merece.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi se levanta, pega uma pedra, e quanto vai atira –lá em Maribel, alguém a segura.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Pare, Rubi! Você está completamente louca.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Heitor? O que faz aqui?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Eu te segui! Achei que você estava mentindo pra mim e vim conferir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Você não tinha esse direito...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel&lt;/b&gt;: Vai embora os dois! Agora...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Os incomodados que se retirem!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Não Rubi! Nós vamos nos retirar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Você ta defendendo essa mulherzinha? Ta contra mim? É isso Heitor?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Não Rubi! eu só quero paz... Só isso! Agora vamos embora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Não pense que isso vai ficar assim! Um dia desses eu volto, e acabo com você!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi e Heitor vão embora.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mansão de Rubi – Manhã – Sala.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi e Heitor chegam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi: &lt;/b&gt;Você não tinha o direito de me afrontar na frente daquela ordinária.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Você que não tinha o direito de ir ate lá infernizar a vida dela.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Vocês dois combinam mesmo: São dois trouxas....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Isso Rubi! Vamos, eu quero mais... Você está se revelando mais a cada dia que passa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Me respeite! Eu sou sua mulher!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Você não é nada! Você não passa de uma aproveitadorazinha barata, uma ordinária.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi dá um tapa na cara de Heitor, que devolve.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Por que está agindo assim comigo? O que foi que eu te fiz?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor&lt;/b&gt;: Eu escutei toda a sua conversa com a Maribel! Sua falsa... Ordinária! Eu quero a separação!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Não! Você não pode me deixar... Eu vou sentir muita falta de...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor&lt;/b&gt;: Do meu dinheiro! Você só sentirá falta disso!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Você está sendo injusto comigo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor pega Rubi pelos cabelos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Injusta foi você! E alem de injusta foi louca, por ter me enganado todos esses anos!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não te enganei! Eu juro...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor&lt;/b&gt;: Nada que você fizer, vai me fazer mudar de opinião! Agora me dê licença.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor solta Rubi e sai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi:&lt;/b&gt; Aonde você vai... Heitor, volta aqui!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Rubi se desespera.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Elisa – Tarde – Sala.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor chega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor: &lt;/b&gt;Você tinha razão madrinha! Você tinha razão...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa:&lt;/b&gt; O que houve?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; A Rubi...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa:&lt;/b&gt; O que aconteceu? Está me deixando aflita...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Eu descobri toda a verdade... A Rubi nunca me amou! Ela é uma descarada!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elisa:&lt;/b&gt; Ah, meu Deus... Obrigado. O senhor ouviu minhas preces.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Elisa abraça Heitor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Maribel – Sala – Manhã.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Magda e Maribel conversam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Ah, Magda! Foi tão lindo! Ele chegou... Afrontou a Rubi e me defendeu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda&lt;/b&gt;: Maribel, não se iluda de novo com esse rapaz. Ele já te fez sofrer muito!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Mas eu tenho que confessar que ate hoje não consegui esquece – ló.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda&lt;/b&gt;: Cuidado, o seu pai não pode nem sonhar com isso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Artur chega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artur:&lt;/b&gt; Não posso sonhar com o que?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Não é nada, papai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda&lt;/b&gt;: Não minta Maribel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel&lt;/b&gt;: Magda...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Magda:&lt;/b&gt; Ela está apaixonada pelo Heitor de novo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Artur:&lt;/b&gt; Não, Maribel! Isso é inconcebível. Você só pode estar brincando.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maribel:&lt;/b&gt; Eu não mando no meu coração, e também não sei controlar meus sentimentos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Maribel vai para o quarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-3860150301506603843?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/3860150301506603843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-28-heitor-descobre-farsa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/3860150301506603843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/3860150301506603843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/rubi-capitulo-28-heitor-descobre-farsa.html' title='Rubi| Capitulo 28| Heitor descobre a farsa de Rubi.'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s72-c/rubi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-2100053583674582835</id><published>2011-10-19T18:00:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:00:02.948-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corações Partidos'/><title type='text'>Corações Partidos| 28° Capitulo| Clarisse revela que Mauricio a chantageava.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s400/sasasa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;E por que você fez isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse: &lt;/b&gt;Ele me chantageou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura:&lt;/b&gt; Como assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Eu fiquei hospedada no mesmo hotel que ele... Pensei que ele não me conhecesse, por isso continuei a agir como antes. Não sei como, mas ele me&amp;nbsp;reconheceu, e começou a me chantagear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flash Back - Hotel - Quarto - &amp;nbsp;Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mauricio já&amp;nbsp;conversando&amp;nbsp;com Clarisse.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mauricio:&lt;/b&gt; É isso mesmo que ouviu. Se não fizer tudo o que eu mandar eu acabo com a sua farsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse: &lt;/b&gt;Se fizer isso vai destruir a minha vida! Meus planos vão todos por agua abaixo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mauricio: &lt;/b&gt;Pois eu não dou a minima pra você. Ou faz o que eu to mandando ou vai se ferrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Clarisse - Quarto - Noite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse guarda a arma novamente.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Ele me pediu dinheiro, mas eu não tinha a quantia que ele estava me pedindo. Eu havia feio um grande saque antes de forjar minha morte, e não poderia fazer nenhum saque na minha conta bancaria por que se não meu plano ia todo por&amp;nbsp;água&amp;nbsp;abaixo. Então eu tive a ideia de mata-ló. No dia do assassinato eu fiquei de tocaia em frente ao quarto dele. Então vi a filha da Bárbara entrando, escutei muitos gritos e depois ela saiu, eu então entrei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flash Back - Hotel - Quarto - &amp;nbsp;Dia.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #a35ba4; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa&lt;/b&gt;: Eu vou sim! Não quero ficar nem mais um minuto perto de um monstro como você.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Larissa sai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mauricio:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Desgraçada. Você me paga sua infeliz.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mauricio pega o telefone. A sombra de Clarisse aparece. Ele se vira, o telefone cai no chão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mauricio:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não faz isso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse dispara 5 tiros contra Mauricio. Ele cai morto no chão.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casa de Clarisse - Quarto - Noite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse se levanta.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse: &lt;/b&gt;E foi isso que aconteceu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura: &lt;/b&gt;Eu não te reconheço mais... Você mudou muito. Tanto por dentro quanto por fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clarisse:&lt;/b&gt; Eu me arrependi de ter matado o Mauricio. Eu juro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura&lt;/b&gt;: Com&amp;nbsp;licença...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Laura sai. Clarisse tem crise de choro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Hospital - Quarto - Noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro chega. Bárbara está sentada sobre a cama.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bárbara:&lt;/b&gt; O que você ta fazendo aqui?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pedro: &lt;/b&gt;Vim esclarecer tudo o que aconteceu enquanto você ficou em coma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2515791929199852327-2100053583674582835?l=minha-webnovela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/feeds/2100053583674582835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/coracoes-partidos-28-capitulo-clarisse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/2100053583674582835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2515791929199852327/posts/default/2100053583674582835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://minha-webnovela.blogspot.com/2011/10/coracoes-partidos-28-capitulo-clarisse.html' title='Corações Partidos| 28° Capitulo| Clarisse revela que Mauricio a chantageava.'/><author><name>Guh Feliphe</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1x-4vY_UL-A/TmzjFdTNg3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/RXmmXuNYq-k/s72-c/sasasa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2515791929199852327.post-777655166659359900</id><published>2011-10-18T19:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:51:32.157-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rubi'/><title type='text'>Rubi| Capitulo 27| Rubi humilha Maribel, e leva bofetada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TvgaaE2_BD4/TmaYfE4aRpI/AAAAAAAAA2I/YVRqieg0YkE/s400/rubi.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor desce do carro rapidamente. Espanta os cachorros e coloca seus braços sobre os de Alessandro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Está tudo bem com você?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Melhor agora... Eu esperei tanto tempo pra esse dia chegar!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Me deixa explicar, eu tenho certeza que você vai me entender.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Não vou te escutar, e também não quero te entender, agora me deixa ir embora...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Por favor, me deixa dizer tudo que eu estou sentindo, me deixa contar tudo o que aconteceu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro&lt;/b&gt;: Isso pra mim não me importa mais! Eu já estou em outra, e quero esquecer o passado de uma vez por todas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Você está me perdoando? É isso?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alessandro dá um soco no rosto de Heitor, e sai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Está ai, o seu perdão! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor:&lt;/b&gt; Da próxima vez eu deixo os cães de matarem!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alessandro:&lt;/b&gt; Não vai ter próxima vez! Eu nunca mais vou pisar numa casa como essas! Tão suja, tão...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alessandro sai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Casa de Rosário&amp;nbsp; – Noite – Sala.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Caetano chega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caetano:&lt;/b&gt; Cristina, já estamos juntos há muito tempo, temos uma filha e acho que está na hora da gente, finalmente se casar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina:&lt;/b&gt; O que? Está me pedindo em casamento? É isso?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caetano:&lt;/b&gt; É! Aceita se casar comigo?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cristina abraça Caetano.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cristina&lt;/b&gt;: É claro que eu aceito... Eu esperei tanto tempo por esse momento! Eu te amo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caetano:&lt;/b&gt; Eu também...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cristina e Caetano se beijam.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff0066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mansão de Rubi – Noite – Sala.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heitor chega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor&lt;/b&gt;: O que o Alessandro estava fazendo aqui?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rubi&lt;/b&gt;: Ele veio aqui me ameaçar... Ele falou que ainda me ama e que se eu não me separar de você, ele te mata.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Heitor&lt;/b&gt;: Não fica assim! Eu te amo, ele não vai conseguir nós separar... Amanhã mesmo eu vou ate o hospital e vou ter uma conversa com ele.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&l
