MarvinThe guys could talk all they pleased, but I wasn’t embarrassed for rushing to the house to apologize to Elena.My biggest goal was for her not to see what kind of monster I was, and unfortunately, she did. It was easy to blame Panther, but only one person was to blame—and that person was me.Seeing Lucas comforting her brought a sharp pain to my heart. Of course, the detective had to be there for her, while I couldn’t. Call it jealousy. I didn’t care.With Elena on my mind, I went straight home after handling business, but she was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t too far stretched to believe she might’ve run off with Lucas, the perfect detective.Hours went by as I sat at the dining table, waiting for her arrival—but there was still no sign of her.She wouldn’t respond to my calls, my texts—nothing.The second I heard footsteps at the front, I rushed to the door—thinking it was Elena. As I opened it, I realized that wasn’t the case. It was Misty.“What are you doing h—“ I was at

MarvinIt had only been a few hours since I watched the video Anya left behind, along with countless files containing shocking information about Panther's betrayal. Not only Panter but also Tiago, the one I would take a bullet for.And poor Anya…Poor Anya had to pay with her life for trying to expose him. She could’ve told me the truth, she could’ve asked for my help—but she didn’t. Her love for Tiago must’ve been so big, she must’ve wanted enough evidence to show me he got manipulated.I felt shocked, numb, and in utter disbelief that my friend, my brother, had been betraying me. And on top of that, I had to deal with Elena's lies.How could I have been so blind? How could I have allowed myself to be played by three people I thought I could trust? I had always believed that I was strong, that my instincts were sharp. Yet, I was deceived.Me.The heir of the Castillo.All this time I had been keeping a close eye on Victor, while it was those three I really had to look out for.For a

MarvinWe were on our way back. Panther sat in the front passenger seat, Tiago in the back.As we were about halfway, there was an unspoken tension, and it was a good thing there was. By now, they were allowed to notice that I wasn’t in the mood at allIt smelled of treachery.Stopping at a stop sign, I tapped my fingers against the wheel, thinking about my next step. Hell, I didn’t even know what my next step would be. I only knew that there was no way in hell I could return with Panther.I couldn’t have him ratting out Elena.I just could not…"Tiago," I began, finally breaking the silence in the car. "I took care of Anya’s grave while you were gone." I wasn't sure why I had said it, but it felt necessary. If it’d make him feel like shit later on, good.He nodded as a somber look crossed his face. "Thank you, Marvin," he replied. “I knew I could count on you. I always can.”Yes, but can I count on you?Those were the words I so desperately wanted to ask, but I already knew the answe

MarvinI was in Lucas’ car, on the way back to the Castillo estate. We had already been driving for a long time, an uncomfortable vibe swinging in the air as no one knew what to say. Each second stretched into minutes, and eventually into hours.The only noise was the sound of the radio.How could I say something, when I had yet to process everything? In a span of 24 hours, I was forced to make a decision and lost someone who I thought was my friend.My brother betrayed me.I had lost Elena.There was nothing to say.“Tiago, as far as everyone’s concerned, you didn't see anything today, and nothing happened today. ” I instructed, my voice cutting through the suffocating silence. As Tiago had already revealed, he didn’t always use his brains. “You saw nothing, you know nothing.”Tiago remained silent as I continued. “And you keep this from our father, Tiago. He must never find out...that you betrayed me.” The words almost made me chuckle. “I will deal with it. I’ll tell him that Panthe

ElenaOne week had passed since Lucas confirmed the meeting with Marvin, and today would finally be the day.I had spent the past week in a pool of emotions, constantly wondering how it would go. It could go either way. Marvin could either welcome me with open arms, or he had only agreed to meet me so he could yell at me some more.I dressed up as best as I could, went out of my comfort zone, and pulled out a yellow dress. It used to be my least favorite color until Marvin told me I looked pretty in it.My hair fell over my shoulders in soft waves, and I had put in some effort to put on some makeup.As I checked out my reflection in the hallway mirror one last time, I applied the last layer of lipgloss.“At this rate, your lips might fall off.” The sound of a voice behind me startled me, and I turned, my heart thumping in my chest. It was Dad, standing in the hallway, a faint expression on his face.My anxiety grew as I met his gaze. He was the last person I wanted to find out about m