LOGIN~~Elena~~The drive to Burgos was painfully quiet.Mariana hadn’t said a single word to me since last night. I knew I should have told her I was going to see her mother, but she had to understand—I didn’t mean to lie to her.I’d tried explaining again and again, but she wouldn’t even look at me.Alejandro, too, seemed off. I’d texted him, but he hadn’t responded. This was unlike him. Was he also offended? Gosh, what’s going on?I rubbed my hands over my face and sighed in frustration.“Mariana, how long until we get there?” I asked, even though I already knew what her answer would be—silence.And, of course, Mariana didn’t disappoint. She ignored me completely, her eyes fixed on the road.I nodded slowly and rolled down the car window, staring outside. The words her mother had said to me last night came rushing back.I looked at Mariana again—her focus still firm on the road.“Mariana, I’m sorry… for preventing you from going to the university,” I said quietly.She suddenly pulled ove
~~Elena~~“So, how are we even going to convince him to be our friend when we’re not even students of the school?” I asked Mariana.She’d been arranging her belongings since we arrived at her hotel room.Earlier, I went to the Rodriguez mansion to pick up some of my stuff. Luckily, no one was home—just the guards and the maid. It’s been five days since I last went home, and I still haven’t seen Grandpa.I’ve been trying to figure out how we’re going to pull off this plan successfully.“Say something, Mariana,” I urged.She cleared her throat, zipped her suitcase, and walked toward the bed where I sat.“You’ll take care of that,” she said.I raised my brows, confused. “What do you mean?”“It’s a piece of cake for you. If you could win Alejandro over, then making that guy fall for you would be easy,” she added with a smirk.“Wait—what are you talking about? Why would I make him fall for me? I thought we were going to make him our friend together,” I reminded her.“It’s the same thing. F
~~Alejandro~~I sat on the bar counter, swirling my glass of wine. My thoughts were still on her. I missed her a lot. I wanted to spend time with her tonight, but she has been acting strange lately; she seems to be hiding something from me.She doesn’t want to depend on me; I know she’s been through a lot, but I wanted to make her happy. I took a sip.Nick called—he was in Madrid and insisted on a drink. I agreed because I needed one too. “Woo, Alejandro—this is the first time in a long time you decided to hang out with me. I just tried my luck again, and it worked. What a lucky day for me,” Nick said, loud and pleased.I wasn’t in the mood. I didn’t even know why I came; I should have just drunk at home.“So I decided to open a branch here in Madrid. What do you think?” Nick added.“Is that the reason you called me over?,” I replied, Not really in the mood to hear about his plans, because I know we are not here for just a glass of wine, nor his future plans.“At least I noticed Madri
~~Elena~~ The word hit me like a bullet straight to the heart. I swallowed hard, feeling my pulse hammering in my chest. I wanted to go public with him someday—but not like this. Not when the mere mention of our secret could make me feel this way. My eyes darted to Alejandro. His face was unreadable, his hands tucked calmly into his pockets as if none of this fazed him. His gaze stayed locked on my uncle’s, cold and unwavering. It felt like a silent war between their eyes—until my uncle blinked and looked away. “Uncle, what are you talking about?” I asked, trying to sound steady. “You shouldn’t make false accusations.” “You’re right, Javier,” Alejandro said smoothly, his voice low but clear. “I have been sleeping with her.” My world stopped. My eyes widened. I could see the same shock flicker in my uncle’s face. My knees almost gave out. Why would he say that out loud? He knew this was taboo—if people found out, it could ruin his company. It could ruin me. “A–Alejandro…” I st
~~Alejandro~~ That was strange, she said she wanted to spend time with Mariana. Are they up to something? I could tell she’s hiding something. I had called Mateo to handle everything necessary for her grandmother’s care, and he should look into what they were up to. The last mistake I could make was letting Anthony use a blood relationship against me. I don’t know how much she trusts me. I walked to the glass wall, hands in my pockets, watching outside. Suddenly she came into view and looked around as if someone was watching her. Then I saw it — my chest tightened when I saw Carlos hugging her. I’d noticed he had stopped partying and had cut ties with some of his friends. Was he trying to settle down now… with her? I chuckled. That’s impossible. I won’t let that happen. He seems less busy this time around. Let’s keep him more busy, I told him. We have a meeting — he always wants to know more about my schedule. This is a great opportunity; I’m sure he’ll bite. What the heck. He had
~~Elena~~ Fear gripped me the moment I saw Mr. Anthony’s name, on his phone. “Is that my uncle?” I asked, my heart pounding. I didn’t want to jump to conclusions too quickly. He said nothing at first, just replied to the message casually. “Maybe. But I’d like to see him in person to know if they’re the same.” I forced a small smile and sat back on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I don’t really know much about him,” I admitted softly. “This is actually the first time I’ve ever seen his face.” Alejandro tilted his head slightly. “So what do you think about him?” I shrugged. “Hmm… he looks like a busy person. That’s all I can say. I barely know anything about him.” “Have you noticed anything weird? Has he ever said anything suspicious?” he added, brushing a loose strand of my hair away from my face. His tone was casual, but his eyes were watching me too closely. I paused, trying to remember if there was anything at all that stood out, but what unsettled me more w







