PART 2 — THE FATHER’S ARRIVAL
PART 2 — THE FATHER’S ARRIVAL
Santiago didn’t move.
For the first time in years, the man who ruled every room he entered… froze.
My father stepped fully into the mansion.
Ricardo Salazar.
No raised voice. No rush. Just controlled danger.
Behind him, two men in black suits entered silently, scanning every corner.
Santiago forced a laugh.
“This is a private residence.”
My father didn’t look at him.
He looked at me first.
Bruised.
On the floor.
Pregnant.
Something inside his expression shattered—but his voice stayed calm.
“You touched my daughter.”
Santiago scoffed.
“She’s my wife.”
That was the mistake.
My father finally turned his eyes to him.
“No,” he said quietly. “She was your warning.”
The temperature in the room dropped.
May you like
Beatriz Rivas tightened her grip on the wine glass.
For the first time… her smile disappeared.
