\u201cCamila\u2026\u201d A voice cut through the rain, sharp enough to make her flinch. She looked up, heart racing, rain streaming down her face, blurring tears she could no longer distinguish\u2014pain or anger. Under the dim yellow streetlight, a figure rushed toward her. \u201c\u2026Diego?\u201d Her voice trembled. Her brother\u2014the one she hadn\u2019t seen in months, kept away by \u00c1lvaro\u2019s quiet manipulations. Diego said nothing at first. He slipped off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders, gentle despite the storm. But when he saw the mark on her cheek, something in him hardened\u2014not shock, but a controlled, cold anger. \u201cWho did this to you?\u201d he asked. Camila stayed silent. She didn\u2019t need to answer. His gaze lifted toward the house\u2014lights glowing, curtains shifting, shadows moving behind glass. He already knew. He had always known. \u201cCome on,\u201d he said firmly. \u201cYou\u2019re leaving with me.\u201d She hesitated, glancing at the door\u2014the place she once called home, now a cage. \u201cI have nothing,\u201d she whispered. Diego\u2019s jaw tightened. \u201cYou have yourself. And that\u2019s enough.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Inside, \u00c1lvaro watched from the window, arms crossed, more annoyed than concerned. \u201cShe\u2019ll regret this. She has nowhere to go,\u201d he muttered. His mother laughed dryly behind him. \u201cLeave her. She\u2019ll be back tomorrow\u2014begging.\u201d But she didn\u2019t return. The next morning, the house felt wrong\u2014too quiet, too still. No Camila. No breakfast. No coffee. \u00c1lvaro frowned, grabbing his phone. Nothing. \u201cIt\u2019ll pass,\u201d he muttered. Then, at 10 a.m., his assistant called. \u201cMr. \u00c1lvaro\u2026 there\u2019s an urgent meeting. Called by Mr. Diego Serrano.\u201d Something shifted. At the office, silence followed him, eyes lingering too long. In the boardroom, Diego sat at the head of the table, calm, unmoved. \u201cSit down,\u201d he said, sliding a folder forward. \u201cYour reality.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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