Chapter 4 — The Miracle Child Is Born
Bright white lights.
The sterile scent of disinfectant.
The distant echo of hurried footsteps.
The world greeted him not with celestial trumpets or divine halos—
but with the ordinary, chaotic miracle of a hospital delivery room.
A woman screamed.
Monitors beeped.
Nurses rushed around.
And in the middle of it all, a child entered the world with a sharp, clear cry that instantly caught everyone's attention.
But to him, that cry felt like a beginning.
A new life.
A new story.
His tiny eyes opened for the first time—golden, shimmering with a depth no infant should possess. But to the humans around him, it simply seemed like unusual beauty.
The doctor blinked in surprise.
"This child… he's gorgeous," he whispered before quickly correcting himself. "Ahem—healthy! Very healthy!"
The nurses couldn't hide their awe; they exchanged glances, as if witnessing something unreal.
And in the bed, exhausted, sweating, but glowing with joy—
his mother cried tears of pure happiness.
The baby—the miracle—had finally arrived.
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The Country of His Birth — Brazil
He had chosen to be born in Brazil, a nation where:
Football isn't a sport—it's a religion.
Talent is worshipped.
Legends are born in every alley, field, and broken playground.
Passion vibrates in the air like music.
Carnivals, beaches, wild colors, warm people—
this was the perfect soil for someone destined to shine brighter than all stars.
And he wasn't just born in Brazil…
He was born into one of its wealthiest, most influential families.
Not just rich.
Not just powerful.
Mega wealthy. Dynasty-level wealthy.
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The Family Background
Father — Leonardo "Leo" Azevedo
A tall, handsome man in his mid-thirties.
Jet black hair, sharp jawline, deep brown eyes filled with tiredness and hope.
Background:
CEO of Azevedo Ventures, one of Brazil's largest conglomerates.
Controlled businesses in real estate, tech, agriculture, media, and global imports.
Known as a "Golden Visionary" who turned every idea into profit.
Loved football so much he owned a major club in São Paulo.
Personality:
Charismatic.
Brilliant.
Caring.
A man who would die for his family without hesitation.
His one heartbreak in life: He couldn't have a child. Doctors said he was infertile.
But today?
He held his son with trembling hands.
"Meu Deus… meu filho…"
(My God… my son…)
Tears fell down his face freely.
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Mother — Isabella Duarte Azevedo
A breathtaking woman, soft-featured yet strong-willed.
Long chestnut hair, hazel eyes glowing with fierce maternal love.
Background:
Heiress of the Duarte Medical Group, owners of elite private hospitals.
A world-class surgeon and researcher who dedicated her life to saving children.
But her uterus had a rare condition that made pregnancy impossible.
Her biggest dream: To become a mother.
Today, holding her newborn son against her chest, she whispered through tears:
"You're my miracle… my little angel."
She kissed his forehead as if blessing him.
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Grandfather (Paternal) — Augusto Azevedo
A legendary businessman, founder of Azevedo Ventures.
Large, imposing, but with eyes that drowned in emotion when he saw the baby.
A man who built an empire… yet cried like a child holding his grandson.
"Our bloodline finally… continues."
He kissed the baby's tiny hand with reverence.
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Grandmother (Paternal) — Helena Azevedo
Elegant, refined, gentle.
A philanthropist who spent her life helping orphans and sick children.
She believed in miracles, prayed for them every night.
When she saw her grandson, she whispered:
"Thank you… thank you, God… for giving us him."
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Grandfather (Maternal) — Dr. Ricardo Duarte
A stern man with a soft heart.
World-famous doctor.
Ran hospitals, trained surgeons, saved thousands of lives.
He had seen tragedies, losses, and miracles…
…but nothing shocked him like the birth of this child.
"He looks… divine," he muttered.
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Grandmother (Maternal) — Sofia Duarte
Warm, gentle, dramatic—a typical Brazilian grandmother whose love overflowed.
She held him close, crying loudly and smiling even more loudly.
"My beautiful grandbaby! The heavens blessed us!"
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Every relative.
Every doctor.
Every nurse—
They all felt it.
This child was something else.
Something special.
Something sent from above.
And he could feel it, too—love washing over him like sunlight, just as he wished.
He was their entire world already.
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A Name Filled With Fate
His father whispered:
"His name…
should be one that shines."
His mother smiled gently.
"Árman."
A blend of "armação" (destiny) and "manhã" (morning light).
Árman Azevedo.
A name that would one day shake the entire world.
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Wrapped in warm blankets, held by loving arms, surrounded by wealth, protection, and destiny…
He drifted into his first sleep as a mortal.
But even as his eyes closed—
his golden irises glowed faintly.
His divine soul pulsed quietly.
And deep inside his mind—
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His new life had only just begun.