INICIAR SESIÓNELISETwo more hours pass in a haze of restless sleep and hollow waking moments.I barely eat the soup Maria brings, barely respond to Vera's gentle words of conversation. The world outside these walls feels distant and unreal, like something happening to someone else.But reality has a way of intruding, no matter how much you try to hide from it."I need to see how bad the damage is," I finally voice."No," Maria protests immediately, moving to block the television. "You don’t need to see that poison.""Turn it on!" My hollow voice cuts through.Both women look at me with concern. However, I’m beyond caring about their worry. I need to see exactly how thoroughly my life has been destroyed.Vera hesitates for another moment, then the television flickers to life, and disaster unfolds in high definition.The first channel runs an endless loop of the boardroom, broadcasting every second of it live across the national news networks.The moment I collapse and Vincent's lightning-fast refle
ELISE I wake to soft, frantic whispers and the sensation of cool cloth on my forehead.The room is dim, curtains drawn tight, with only a single bedside lamp.My head throbs with each heartbeat, and when I try to move, nausea rises sharp and sudden in my throat.The world feels unstable, like I'm floating on a ship in rough waters."Mi niña… you scared me half to death…" Maria's voice breaks through the fog clouding my thoughts.She sits beside me, one hand cupping my pale cheek and the other gripping my limp fingers.Her eyes are red and swollen with tears still glistening on her cheeks.The concern in Maria's voice, the raw emotion, cuts through my disorientation.This woman who raised me, who loved me unconditionally, who never questioned my place in her world even when everyone else did.Vera hovers near the door with worry etched deep in the lines around her eyes.She keeps glancing between me and the door, as though expecting someone to arrive.I try to sit up but the room spin
ELISESeeing the video on the big screen, in high definition, there's no denying its authenticity.My mother is in a hotel room, with a man. The timestamp shows a date from twenty years ago.The video is explicit. Graphic. There's no mistaking what's happening. My mother's face is clearly visible, her voice audible as she moans and gasps.I'm going to be sick.I hear someone mutter "disgraceful" under their breath.“Turn it off!” I scream.Camila lets it play for another agonizing minute before finally pausing it."Grace Blackwood got pregnant but she didn't know who the father was. She'd been sleeping with at least three different men during that time period. Maybe more." Camila narrates over the frozen image.She advances the video, showing another scene of my mom with another man. Another hotel room. The dates are all within weeks of each other."So she did what any desperate woman would do," Camila continues. "She trapped the one man she knew would never abandon her. The one man w
ELISECamila's voice rings clear and strong through the silent room.The room explodes into chaos.Directors jump to their feet, sending chairs scraping loudly against the floor.Voices overlap in shock and disbelief.Alexander remains seated, perfectly still, watching the chaos unfold with those cold, calculating eyes.He doesn't look surprised. He looks vindicated.Vivianne stands slowly, smoothing down her clothes with practiced elegance. "Gentlemen, please," her voice cuts through the noise. "Let's maintain some decorum. This is shocking news, certainly, but we must handle it professionally."She turns to the board members, her expression shifting to one of grave concern. "I think we can all agree that this changes everything. The entire foundation of the inheritance, the company structure, the succession plan. All of it was built on false assumptions."Her gaze sweeps the room, commanding attention. "We need to take a step back and reassess. Clearly, there are legal implications
ELISECamila's accusation renders me speechless.I want to defend my mother, to argue, but the conviction in Camila's voice makes me hesitate."Our entanglement," Camila says with distaste, "Only started when we both found ourselves unable to hide our feelings anymore.When the loneliness became too much. When we realized that life was too short to keep denying what we felt."She takes a shaky breath. "But you want to know the real truth? The truth no one wants to talk about?"Her eyes bore into mine, and I feel like I'm being dissected, examined, found wanting."Henry and I were lovers first. Long before your mother ever entered the picture. We were in love. We were planning to get married."My world tilts again at those words."We met when we were both young," Camila's voice takes on a dreamy quality, as though she's lost in memory."I was twenty-two, fresh out of college, starting my first job as your grandfather's assistant. Henry was twenty-five, working in the finance department
ELISEAlexander's voice is designed to hurt, and it succeeds. Each syllable is a dagger, twisting in wounds that are already bleeding.Then he turns to address the board members in a tone shifting to something more authoritative, more commanding. "Gentlemen, ladies, I believe it's time we heard the full truth. No more secrets. No more lies. It's time to expose everything."He gestures toward the door with a theatrical flourish. "Bring her in!"Within seconds, the click of high heels echoes again. This time, two figures appear in the doorway.Natasha enters first, looking pale, fragile and her eyes downcast. She's wearing a simple white dress that makes her look innocent, vulnerable.Behind her is Camila, and the contrast couldn't be more stark.Camila is disheveled and wild-eyed. Her hair escapes from its usual neat style and her makeup smudged.She looks like a woman who has been pushed to her breaking point and beyond.Something snaps the moment she locks gazes with me.She rushes t







