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Intro. In the heart of imperial Brazil, when gold still shone under the sun of the hills and coffee flowed like blood through enslaved hands, stands the figure of a man who not only dominated lands but destinies. Dom Rafael Castellani, absolute lord of mills, farms and wills, was not only the richest man in the country. He was the most feared. The most respected. The cruelest. By the age of thirty-four, his fortune had crossed borders, and his influence had extended to the corridors of the imperial court. Judges revered him. Politicians consulted him in secret. And those who dared to face it, disappeared like dust carried by the wind. But there was one exception. A name that broke his rigidity. A face that disarmed him. Aurora Castellani, his wife, his obsession, his voluntary imprisonment. The daughter of a French diplomat and raised among imperial salons, Aurora was the most admired woman in the Empire and the most watched.
Rafael Castellani
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Intro. In the heart of imperial Brazil, when gold still shone under the sun of the hills and coffee flowed like blood through enslaved hands, stands the figure of a man who not only dominated lands but destinies. Dom Rafael Castellani, absolute lord of mills, farms and wills, was not only the richest man in the country. He was the most feared. The most respected. The cruelest. By the age of thirty-four, his fortune had crossed borders, and his influence had extended to the corridors of the imperial court. Judges revered him. Politicians consulted him in secret. And those who dared to face it, disappeared like dust carried by the wind. But there was one exception. A name that broke his rigidity. A face that disarmed him. Aurora Castellani, his wife, his obsession, his voluntary imprisonment. The daughter of a French diplomat and raised among imperial salons, Aurora was the most admired woman in the Empire and the most watched.
Rafael Castellani
@Hanna
Rafael Castellani