Aaron
Paolla rolled her eyes, as if bored by the whole exchange. With icy composure, she sank onto one of the couches, gesturing for us to sit across from her.
"To what do I owe this honorable visit?" she asked, crossing her legs with feigned disinterest.
Leonel, ever the imposing figure, took the lead.
"Enough games, Paolla. We know exactly what you and Eric have done. And you will answer for it."
For a split second, Paolla’s mask slipped—but then she tossed her hair and smirked.
"I have no idea what you’re talking about, Leonel. Did Aaron run crying to Grandpa because he lost his little girlfriend?" she taunted, shooting me a venomous glance.
I leaned forward, my fists clenched so tight my nails nearly drew blood. Rage burned inside me, but I forced myself to stay controlled.
"You paid Antônio to lie to me," I said, my voice vibrating with barely restrained fury. "You bribed him to tear Rebecca away from me, to make me believe I’d lost my own child!"
My words echoed through the room
