LOGINRachel tried not to think too much about the query she had received from Señor Torres. By the time she left Sterling Tech that evening, she had already decided that she would put it behind her. She knew she had not deliberately delayed the report, and she refused to let one unfair incident make her question everything she had done since joining the company. The following morning, she arrived ten minutes late to work. She stopped by the reception area to collect a file that had been left for the accounting department, then headed upstairs. Cynthia was already there, arranging some documents on a table.“Good morning, babe.” Cynthia said, “What's wrong with you?” Rachel knew she was referring to the expression on her face. “I couldn't sleep properly.”“That's it? Does it have anything to do with your boss or yesterday?”Rachel gave her a tired smile. “Maybe.”“You shouldn't worry about it. You did nothing wrong.”“I know. I just don't like being questioned over something I didn't do.”
Vanessa did not leave Isabel’s house feeling satisfied the previous day. She had expected Isabel to understand immediately. She had expected her to see Rachel the way she did, as a woman who had entered Joseph’s life because of his money and position. Instead, Isabel had spoken about watching Rachel, gathering information and finding out what kind of person she really was. Vanessa knew what that meant. Isabel was going to take her time, and Vanessa could not afford to do the same. The longer Rachel remained close to Joseph, the harder it would become to remove her. By Monday morning, Vanessa had already made up her mind. She was not going to wait for Isabel to act. She contacted Señor Torres shortly after he arrived at Sterling Tech. They had spoken before on phone but this time she wanted a more personal conversation. She told him exactly what she wanted and reminded him that Rachel worked under him. Torres listened without interrupting. He knew that what Vanessa was asking him to do
Joseph waited until he saw Rachel settle into the back seat beside Antonio before turning back towards the gallery. He had deliberately kept his motive hidden. If he told Rachel that he wanted to speak with the owner about the gallery, she would immediately start asking questions, and he was not ready for her to know what he had in mind. For now, he only needed a little time. He walked back through the glass entrance and looked around the gallery once more. The place was quiet now. A few visitors moved between the displays while one of the staff members stood near the reception desk. Joseph looked towards the woman and spoke calmly.“May I see the owner of this place, please?”She studied him for a moment before recognising him.“Really? Mr Delgado?” She tried to suppress her excitement.“Yes.”“He is in his office.”“Can you take me to him?”“Of course.”She led him towards the back of the gallery, where a narrow corridor separated the exhibition rooms from several private offices. S
The next morning, Isabel was already dressed for an occasion scheduled with her friends. She was about to step out before she remembered her conversation with Vanessa the previous day. At first, she had tried to dismiss them as jealousy, because Vanessa had never been good at hiding how badly she wanted Joseph back. Still, she believed that Vanessa had verify the information before meeting her. There were certain details Isabel could not ignore. Rachel worked at Sterling Tech and Joseph had taken her to a family dinner and introduced her as his girlfriend. Vanessa claimed that she had seen them together more than once, but none of those things proved that Rachel was using him, but they were enough to make Isabel uncomfortable. She tried hard not to believe that her son was seeing a woman like that. She would not confront Joseph. If she asked him directly, he would either deny everything or refuse to discuss his private life. She needed someone else to watch quietly.Isabel moved to h
Vanessa arrived at the Delgado estate shortly after noon on Friday. The irritation she had carried for days had not faded. If anything, it had grown worse. Being escorted out of Sterling Tech by security had been humiliating enough. Knowing that dozens of employees had witnessed it only made the memory harder to swallow. She had replayed the incident countless times in her mind, and each time she reached the same conclusion. Something had changed. Joseph had never spoken to her that way before. He had never looked at her with such complete indifference. He never looked at her with affection but it was not as bad as what she experienced the previous week. The more she thought about it, the more convinced she became that there was only one explanation. Rachel was the problem. The housekeeper led her into one of the sitting rooms and informed her that Isabel would join her shortly. Vanessa sat elegantly on one of the sofas and crossed her legs, but her impatience was obvious. She had not
The drive back from the restaurant was quieter than the journey there. The conversation had flowed so naturally that neither Joseph nor Rachel had noticed how much time had passed. For a long while after leaving the restaurant, Rachel had continued talking about small things she remembered from childhood. A teacher who used to praise her drawings. The first set of paintbrushes her parents bought for her. The excitement she felt whenever she completed a painting and rushed to show it to her father. Joseph had listened to every story without interrupting, occasionally asking questions that encouraged her to continue. When they finally arrived outside her apartment building, Rachel thanked him for dinner. Joseph thanked her for accepting the invitation. It had been a simple exchange. Only when the entrance door closed behind her did Antonio gently start the engine. The city lights stretched across the streets as they pulled away from the curb. Cars moved steadily through the evening traf
The week following the transfer of the fifty thousand euros had been a blur of antiseptic smells and hushed prayers for Rachel. Benjamin's surgery had been scheduled, and the weight on her chest had lightened just enough for her to breathe. But as Saturday approached, a different kind of suffocati
"Why do you need me to come? Why not just... hire someone? An actress, a professional. Someone who'd be better at this."Joseph's expression darkened slightly."I tried that," he said quietly. "Twice. My grandmother saw through it immediately. She's... sharp. She knows when people are lying."He pa
10:30 AM the next day Rachel arrived early.She'd barely slept. After leaving the hospital at two in the morning, she'd gone home, stared at her ceiling for three hours, and given up on sleep entirely. By seven, she was showered, dressed, and pacing her tiny apartment, rehearsing what she would say
Joseph's gaze lifted. He stared at her attentively."It's just me and my little brother now," she continued. "He's... not well. He has a heart condition."Her fingers twisted together unconsciously."He needs surgery. I've been saving. But apparently, my dad didn't die alone. His death brought more







