Chapter 12 – No One Touches What’s MineFeeling bored by Alexander and Arlette’s constant displays of affection, I decide to get up from the table and head to my room.—Sister, are you already full? But you didn’t even touch your plate —says Arlette, giving me a mocking smile that no one else notices. I shoot her a quick glance and decide to ignore her.—Leave her alone, darling, don’t worry about her. You know your sister is ungrateful —I hear my father say, and I clench my hands into fists, feeling my nails dig into my palms. I don’t respond and quickly climb the stairs to my room, slamming the door behind me.But it immediately opens again, and Arlette walks into my room.—What are you doing? Get out. The last thing I want is to deal with you right now —I say, furious.—Well, I’m sorry, bitch, but you’re going to have to listen whether you want to or not —she replies, her face losing all sweetness.—What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’ve finally decided to show your claws. What happene

"The wife of the billionaire magnate, Alexander Líbano, was spotted last night at Encanto Nocturno romantically involved with the CEO of Colleman Construction."—Read the newspaper, accompanied by photos of me with Erick: holding hands, sitting on his lap, and kissing. In one of them, he was hugging me. But from the angles the photos were taken, it looked like I had initiated the hug. It was clear that whoever took the pictures wanted to incriminate me.I was pulled out of my thoughts when the newspaper was yanked from my hands and a harsh slap landed on my face.—"You filthy whore! We're going to go bankrupt because of you! If that happens, I swear you'll pay for this, Aslin!" —my father shouted, furious, baring his teeth.—"And that's not all, Dad. Look at how she's dressed—she looks like some cheap street tramp. I know, sister, that you're promiscuous, but at least try to tone it down. Look at what you've done! You've shamed both families. We can't even show our faces—everyone's ta

On a dark and desolate road, the screams of a man mingled with the dry sound of blows. Three guards were beating him mercilessly.—“Do you even know whose wife you were kissing at that nightclub?”—one of the guards asked with a mocking grin.—“I don’t know, and I don’t care. All I know is that I love her deeply,”—the man replied between gasps, his voice reduced to a whisper.The guard let out a cruel laugh before landing another precise punch.—“Well, you should care, because the woman you were kissing is Alexander Líbano’s wife.”Erick paled at hearing that name. In an instant, he understood the magnitude of his mistake. A chill ran down his spine as the man seated in the back of a luxurious BMW lowered the window. With a simple snap of his fingers, the guards stopped immediately.—“I don’t ever want to see you near my wife again,”—Alexander said coldly.—“This offense will have consequences. By tomorrow, I’ll make sure your company no longer exists.”His voice was like an icy dagger,

—“Alexander, please, you have to believe me! I didn’t do it!” —I beg him with all my strength.—“Why would I believe a vulgar woman like you, Aslin?” —he says with disgust.Immediately, he grabs my arm and drags me out of the room, throwing me to the floor without mercy, in front of everyone.—“Guards, hold her tight and don’t let her escape!” —he orders firmly.They come toward me and seize me without hesitation.—“No, Alexander! What are you doing? Please, make them let me go! I’m innocent!” —I scream, crying uncontrollably.—“Take her to the car,” —he orders again, and the guards drag me away as if I were a criminal.As we leave the hospital, they shove me into a van while Alexander follows closely behind. He throws me inside roughly, and my head hits one of the seats. I scream in pain. Seconds later, I feel the van begin to move.—“Alexander, please! What are you going to do to me? Let me go, I swear, I didn’t do anything to your mother! I would never do that! I beg you!” —I cry o

I stood at the prison entrance with a small bundle of clothes in my hands. I couldn’t believe that after three months, I was finally seeing the sunlight again.I took a few steps outside and, in the distance, saw dozens of cars parked along the side of the road. I immediately knew who they were. I clenched my fists as I felt my teeth grind with anger.The butler stepped out of one of the cars and approached me.“Madam, it’s a pleasure to see you again. Mr. Líbano is waiting for you in the car. Allow me to help with your luggage,” he said kindly.I nodded silently and walked to the vehicle. I opened the passenger door and got in, making it clear I had no intention of sitting next to that cruel man.Through the rearview mirror, I saw him give me a deadly glare. His breathing grew heavier as he noticed my resolve, but I turned my face away with indifference. If he thought I cared about annoying him, he was very wrong. Those days were over.The butler took the wheel and started the car. I