His Power, Her Submission

~~Alejandro~~

I reached the construction site and noticed a crowd gathered, restless and whispering. Mateo, my assistant, quickly stepped forward, opening the car door. I adjusted my tie, straightened my jacket, and stepped down. The moment I moved forward, the people parted to clear a path, their murmurs rising.

"Mr. Rodriguez is here…" someone whispered sharply.

Up ahead, a man stood with his back to me, his voice raw with threats of ending his life unless he saw me. I stopped, tall and composed, my hands sinking into my pockets, legs planted firmly apart.

Again, another voice echoed, louder this time: "Mr. Rodriguez is here!"

The man spun around instantly. His eyes widened as soon as they landed on me.

I recognized him

"Come with me",I said, my tone calm but heavy with command.

He followed reluctantly. We walked into the control room, where the door shut behind us. I lowered myself into the chair, crossing one leg neatly over the other. My gaze never left him.

"What's wrong?" I asked, my voice steady.

He shifted uneasily, his fingers twitching. "Sir… I think someone knows your secret. I was sacked because of the dirty work I did for you." His throat bobbed as he swallowed. "Sir, I don't have anything… you have to provide for me."

I leaned back, silent, watching him pace like a trapped animal.

"Sir," his voice cracked, "if you don't, I will tell the whole world. The Rodriguez family… it will be wiped out in this city."

I slowly checked the time on my watch, the faint click of metal echoing in the tense room.

"Go ahead, Do it."I said coolly.

He froze. His lips parted but no words came. His knees seemed to weaken, and he nearly lost his balance under the weight of my calm defiance.

I narrowed my eyes. "I remember you have a son. Schooling in the UK."

I drew my phone from my pocket, tapping the screen before turning it toward him—a picture of his son eating at a table, one of my men seated beside him.

His face collapsed. He stumbled forward and dropped to his knees.

"Sir, I'm sorry. Please… forgive me."

I rose to my feet, buttoning my jacket. My voice cut through the silence like a blade.

"You know what to do."

Without another glance, I strode out of the control room, the door slamming shut behind me.

My steps measured.The crowd behind me remained hushed, watching as if afraid to breathe too loudly in my presence.

I walked toward the car, Mateo right behind me. He rushed ahead, pulled the door open, and I stepped inside without slowing.

He entered the car in the passenger seat and quickly handed a file to me.

"I saw Mr. Ramos entering the city hospital, His mother is sick,she's been admitted there for almost a month now."he said

I flipped the file open, scanning through it.

"The puzzle pieces are getting fixed gradually," I said.

Mateo adjusted himself in the seat. "But I'm still investigating," he added. Knowing too well that the information isn't enough yet.

I closed the file, resting it on my lap.

"Keep digging," I said.

He nodded quickly. "Yes, sir."

The car pulled forward, carrying us straight to the office.

I sat back in my office chair, rolling it silently across the polished floor. My mind ran heavy with thoughts.

Who dared to know about it? Everyone in this city understands,no one goes against the Rodriguezes. We hold almost half of the city's wealth.

I reached for My phone and dialed a secure line. The call connected.

"Hello, sir," came the quick, steady voice of my secret agent.

"I need every detail about the man from earlier," I said, my voice cold, precise.

"And another thing," I continued.

" About the news, take it down before it spreads." I said

Since there's never been a scandal tied to My control over the Rodriguez assets, everyone is watching closely,for even the slightest crack.

"Yes, sir." he replied instantly

I ended the call and exhaled slowly, leaning back in the chair.

There was someone behind the scenes that day. But who is it?

The question kept ringing in my head like a drumbeat.

The phone buzzed again. A message appeared on the screen.

Come home, Alejandro.

It was from the old man.

I had been waiting for his message, it took longer than expected.

I stood up from the chair, adjusted my tie, and made my way out.

***********

~~Elena~~

I took a deep breath as I walked toward her.

"So, where are you coming from, Elena?" she asked with a cold voice.

"Ma'am, I just took a stroll around the street for some fresh air," I replied.

"This is Rodriguez, not Ramos, and we have no scandals to our name. So you better not create one."

She was just like my aunt—always believing her own child was the best, while others were nothing but shame, no matter what.

I wanted to scream, I'm way better than your son.

But instead, the only words my brain processed were, "I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Whatever," she muttered before walking out the door.

I sighed in frustration and made my way to my room.

I noticed a dress on the bed; it must be from Carlos.

I picked it up and scanned the dress.

It was a deep blue gown, long and fitted, with a daring slit that would definitely stopped on my laps.

The back was wide open, and I was totally uncomfortable with it.

Wait... I'm supposed to put this on?

Did he really think I was some kind of whore?

Buzz!

My phone lit up with a message from an unknown number.

"I know you must have gotten the gown. Don't even think of changing it."

My stomach twisted. That was Carlos.

I froze, my eyes darting around the room.

Was he watching me?

I scanned every corner, searching for the hidden camera that explained how he knew I was about to toss the dress aside.

I let out a frustrated sigh and tossed the gown back onto the bed.

Just for my grandmother's life, I would tolerate this humiliation.

If it weren't for her, I would have burned the dress to ashes and walked out without looking back.