He followed them onto the bus.
Leaving his luxury car abandoned in a no-parking zone.
The days that followed were trial by fire.
The DNA test confirmed what he already knew: 99.9%.
But earning the right to be in their lives—that was harder.
Beatriz lived in a small apartment full of light and love, where money was always tight.
Alexandre tried at first to use his favorite tool: a checkbook.
She stopped him.
“They don’t need your gifts. They need to know you’ll be here next Tuesday. Are you a father—or a tourist?”
He accepted the challenge.
He learned to change diapers, brush tangled hair, read bedtime stories in silly voices.
He fell in love with his daughters in a way that terrified him.
Then destiny demanded its price.
Months later, Alice grew tired easily.
Diagnosis: congenital heart defect. Immediate surgery. Expensive.
Alexandre didn’t hesitate.
Best specialists. Best hospital.
But his devotion cost him his empire.
“The board is concerned,” his partner said. “Choose: the company or this… personal matter.”
Alexandre looked at Alice in intensive care.
“Tell them I’m selling my shares. I resign. They can have everything.”
“You’ll lose millions.”
“I’ve already found my status.”