Chapter 91— The Godmother’s Voice (Point of view: Sofía Rojas) The afternoon was drawing to a close, with that exhaustion weighing heavily on my bones after so many days of waiting. I was at the hotel across from the hospital, trying to get some sleep, when my cell phone rang. The name on the screen sent a chill down my spine and filled me with hope at the same time. “Guillermo?” I asked in a whisper. On the other end, his emotion was breaking. “Sofi… she woke up.” He paused, as if tears were stopping him from continuing. “Lili woke up and asked for me.” I covered my mouth with my hand, sobbing. “Thank God… thank God, baby… the godmother woke up.”The impulse overcame me, and I hugged Adrián. I didn’t think, I didn’t hesitate. It was a tight embrace, a shared refuge. He received it like someone receiving a miracle: trembling, moved, as if that gesture were the echo of the unresolved kiss from the night before. I felt his hand on my back and his low, emotional voice: —She made

Chapter 93— The Return Home(Point of view: Sofía Rojas)The call to Adrián had been brief, but decisive. I asked him not to put the company on hold, to keep leading it, and not to lose sight of everything it had taken to build it. I couldn’t think about balance sheets or board meetings—I didn’t want to. Right now, the only things that mattered were my baby and Lili’s fight. Everything else could wait.Still, there was another shadow I couldn’t shake: the call Guillermo had received before going into the ICU. The look on his face—surprised, unsettled—and the words he never fully said. Not long after, I overheard two nurses whispering in the hallway:“The doctor had a big argument with a woman,” one said.“Yeah… and she took the little girl with her,” the other added.I didn’t stop. I kept walking as if I hadn’t heard anything, but doubt burned in my chest. I wasn’t going to stay silent forever. Sooner or later—when things settled down—Guillermo would have to tell me the truth. I wasn’

Chapter 95— Between Dreams, Certainty, and Promises(Point of view: Sofía Rojas)The night had settled over us like a soft blanket, wrapping everything in that quiet that only comes after an emotional storm. Adrián and I were fast asleep, our bodies intertwined, our warmth the only refuge we needed, when the sharp ring of my phone shattered the moment.I jolted awake, still half-dreaming, and answered without even checking the screen.It was Mom.“Sofía?” Isabel’s voice sounded tired and worried at the same time. “Are you okay? We haven’t heard from you in hours… with everything that happened with Valeria, we’re concerned.”My eyes were still closed, sleep clinging to me, and I answered without thinking:“We’re fine, Mom…” I murmured. “We’re home… Adrián fixed everything… it’s beautiful… we’re going to try again.”There was a pause on the other end. Then a quiet sigh of relief.I hung up before she could ask anything else.And only then did it hit me.I opened my eyes slowly and turne

Chapter 97— The Trap at Dusk(Point of view: Narrator)Night had fallen over Montevideo like a heavy blanket. On a secluded corner, a building with no sign buzzed with whispers, smoke, and forced laughter. The underground casino pulsed with the clinking of chips and the scent of cheap alcohol. No one suspected that the police had quietly surrounded it, like a pack of wolves waiting for the perfect moment to strike.In the operations room, agents monitored the hidden cameras they had installed days earlier. Among them, one officer was already inside: a young undercover agent posing as a regular customer. His mission was risky—to gain Valeria Montesino’s trust, lure her out, and ensure the ringleaders were taken down along with her.Valeria had learned to survive in that hell with fake smiles, drinks served, and forced encounters. The owner would call her into his office to “collect the debt,” but he was only using her. The ringleaders, ruthless men, had turned her body into a commodity

Chapter 99— Dinner and the New Necklace Sofía stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a white robe, droplets still trailing down her warm skin. Adrián was waiting for her in the room, leaning against the window frame, holding a small box in his hands. When he saw her, he approached slowly, with that mixture of respect and desire that defined him. “May I?” he whispered, showing her the new pearl necklace Isabel had given him for her. She nodded softly. Adrián stepped behind her, gently brushing aside her damp hair, and before fastening the clasp, kissed the curve of her neck with devotion—a kiss that was both a promise and a regret. Then, the soft click of the clasp sealed the moment: the pearls rested on Sofía’s skin, glowing like a quiet vow. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear, his voice breaking with emotion. “And never, Sofía… never again will I let you down.” Sofía closed her eyes and allowed herself to believe those words. Dinner awaited at the Castell house. Isabel had s