Amelia woke up early, dressed in her tailored suit, had only a piece of bread with ham for breakfast, and once ready, headed to the Valente Enterprises facilities. She was going ahead of schedule, but she wanted to start early to see if she had time to investigate something about Alejandro; she needed to do it quickly because she didn't think she had much time, knowing he was a very intelligent man who wouldn't take long to discover her.With those thoughts, she reached the building's lobby, slipping her cell phone into her purse, completely distracted, when she ended up colliding with a robust body. She was on the verge of falling, but before she could hit the floor, strong, masculine hands caught her firmly, preventing her fall.She couldn't help but feel a sort of electric current run through her from head to toe. When she looked up, there was Alejandro Valente, who at that exact moment had begun to apologize."I'm sorry..." he began to say, but he fell silent upon realizing that t

Martín nodded, though his hand trembled slightly as he gathered his things. Alejandro's office was thick with a suffocating tension, as if the air itself had grown heavy. Alejandro rose from his chair with a slowness that only heightened the pressure in the room. His imposing figure cast a shadow that seemed to darken everything around him."I want you to locate her immediately and have her here in half an hour," Alejandro ordered, his voice as sharp as a knife cutting through flesh. His green eyes gleamed with a latent danger, concealing something more than simple anger.Martín moved with an urgency that betrayed his fear, walking toward the door, but just as he was about to step out, Alejandro's voice stopped him like a gunshot."Wait!" The boss did not raise his voice, but his tone was enough to make Martín freeze. "Forget what I just told you. We are going to do something else. After all, they say you should keep your enemies close..." Alejandro's expression darkened, and his eyes

When Amelia realized her arrest was imminent, the world crumbled around her. Darkness enveloped her, her last hope vanishing before Alejandro's merciless eyes.The air in the office grew heavy and suffocating, as if all the atmospheric pressure in the universe were concentrating in that single room.The officers continued their advance toward her, their footsteps echoing like a harbinger of her inevitable fall. With her back against the wall, Amelia searched frantically for an exit, but found only Alejandro's implacable eyes, whose coldness turned her blood to ice."Please," Amelia pleaded, her voice barely a fragile whisper. "You can't do this."Once again, the officers paused, waiting to see how the confrontation would unfold. Alejandro strode slowly toward her, his towering figure casting a shadow that enveloped her entirely. His green eyes shone with a mixture of triumph and contempt, like a hunter relishing his prey's suffering."I can't?" Alejandro responded with a dry, bitter l

Esmeralda was stunned by Mrs. Vega's response. Her eyes went wide, and for a moment, she didn't know how to react."Forgive me, but... how is that possible?" she finally managed to articulate. "I understand your daughter Amelia is alive and...""I do not know where you got that information, Mrs. Valente," Mrs. Vega interrupted in a cold voice, "but I assure you that you are mistaken. The Amelia, who was my daughter, died years ago, and as you can understand, that is a painful subject of which I prefer not to speak. If you only came to ask about that... you may leave now. Please show her to the door."Esmeralda noticed how the woman's hands trembled slightly as she spoke. The maid nodded and guided her toward the exit."Follow me, ma'am, please," the maid said, leading Esmeralda.Once she was away from the foyer, Esmeralda looked back to see if the lady of the house was still there. Realizing she was gone, she began to speak to the maid in whispers."The young mistress didn't die. She

Relief hit Amelia with the force of a wave. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at Sergio, who squeezed her hand in support."Thank you," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion, her words barely an echo of the profound gratitude she felt.As they walked toward the exit, a small spark of hope began to burn in her chest. This time, maybe she really could get her daughter back.Sergio guided her toward a black car waiting parked in front of the police station. Amelia thanked him again, but Sergio looked at her with a comforting seriousness."Amelia, you don't have to thank me for anything. I'm here because I want to be, because I believe in you, and everything you've done for your daughter is highly admirable. I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you. I want you to take all the time you need to think it over, to consider what you truly want. The last thing I want is for you to make a decision you'll regret later. What I am going to suggest is that you come with me to