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121

ANDRADE I stopped outside Elijah's door and just stood there for a moment, staring at the wood like it had the answers I didn’t. It had been a week — seven long, suffocating days — since the incident with the servant. A week since Elijah had shut himself inside this room, locking out the rest of the world and losing himself in whatever hell his mind kept replaying. I’d been watching him from my laptop every single day. Like I've always had, since the moment he stepped his foot in this house. His state didn’t improve. If anything, he was getting worse, slipping deeper. He barely slept, barely ate, barely moved. He looked like he was rotting from the inside, weighed down by guilt he didn’t deserve… at least, not this guilt. I had only just gotten my strength back after my little incidence . I should’ve been focused on my recovery, but the only thing in my head was him. Elijah. So I came here the moment I left the hospital. The food cart in front of me stared right ba

122

ANDRADE The metal door groaned as I pushed it open with my shoulder, the sound echoing down the concrete corridor like something alive. The air inside the dungeon was cold enough to sting my lungs. Damp stone walls. Rust. Sweat. Fear. The place always smelled like the worst parts of a man’s life. I took a last drag of the cocaine on the back of my hand, let it burn into my nose, and washed it down with a long gulp from the bottle dangling at my side. My throat burned, but I welcomed it. I wanted it to hurt. Anything was better than the silence inside my skull, the silence where Elijah's voice kept replaying, word for word. ‘You abandoned me when I needed you.’ Every word punched a hole in me. I deserved it. I walked forward, boots clicking slow and deliberate, the pistol swinging loosely in my left hand. My men stood at their posts, rifles ready. Their shoulders stiffened as I passed, but none dared speak. Good. I wasn’t in the mood for anything human. Not after Elijah lo

123

ELIJAH I was sitting on the edge of the bed, phone in my hand, mind blank, and completely exhausted. Days had passed since I’d last seen Andrade. Where the fuck is he? Is he mad at me? For what I said? Hell I was angry! When has he ever taken anything to heart? He definitely wasn't avoiding me, right? Cristian hadn’t been around either. I noticed. The house felt empty. Silent. Without Andrade. Renata… I still hadn’t faced her. She probably hates me for leaving. I needed to apologize, to explain, but I couldn’t bring myself to move. But if what Andrade said was true, then I owe her no explanation. She's a fucking snake. And Sebastián. That was worse. His messages hadn’t stopped for days. Each notification made my chest tighten. I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t call. I couldn’t face him. But I opened the messages anyway. I needed to know what he was saying. ~ I miss you, please call me. ~ Eli, pick up. I need to see you. Please. ~ Do I have to die of horniness? Don’t do thi

124

ELIJAH The elevator doors slid open, and Andrade stepped out first, followed by me. I glanced around, expecting maybe some new staff or someone delivering a message, but my eyes immediately landed on him. Sebastián. My chest tightened instantly. I hadn’t expected this, not here, not now. I almost ran to him, my mind racing. “Sebastián! What…what are you doing here? You know your mother will not like this!” I said, my voice a mixture of panic and disbelief. He looked at me, his eyes sharp and angry at first. “Fuck you,” he spat, and then, softer, almost breaking, “I missed you. I couldn’t stay away. I had to see you. You haven’t been picking up, not replying my messages.” I froze for a second, just staring at him. My emotions twisted—relief, guilt, and something else I couldn’t name. I glanced sideways at Andrade. He was there, silent, quiet, but I noticed the sharpness in his eyes. He wasn’t watching me—he was staring at Sebastián, and it wasn’t a friendly look. I turned ba

125

ELIJAH I was chasing Sebastián with my car. The realization hit me fully only after I had already slammed my foot down on the accelerator, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles hurt. His taillights cut through the night ahead of me, red and distant and infuriatingly fast, like he was trying to outrun more than just me. Like he was trying to outrun everything that had exploded behind us. Andrade. The image of him collapsing replayed in my head over and over again, relentless. His body hitting the floor. His face draining of color. The weight of him in my arms. The sound of my own voice screaming his name like it could drag him back from wherever he’d gone. I swallowed hard, my throat burning. I hadn’t meant to do this. God, I really hadn’t. I hadn’t meant to hurt either of them. Not Andrade. Not Sebastián. I hadn’t woken up one day and decided I wanted to destroy a father and his son in one brutal blow. But intention didn’t matter now. What mattered

126

ANDRADE I was wide awake. The machines around me hummed softly, steady and irritating, like they were mocking me. I hated hospitals. Always had. I stared at the ceiling and thought about Elijah. And Sebastián. The thought made my jaw tighten. How could he do that? I clenched my fists under the blanket. My chest felt heavy, tight, like something was sitting on it. Anger came first. It always did. Hot, fast, violent. Elijah crossed a line that should never have been crossed. He touched my son. He fucked my son. Let it go on without stopping it. Disgust curled in my stomach. Then disappointment followed. Deeper. Quieter. Worse. I still couldn't believe Elijah slept with another man. Was it only Sebastián or are there more? The thought made me so fucking angry. I hadn't touched anyone—man or woman—since he came back. Fucking whore. And it had to be my son! Still—my mind circled back, unwillingly. Renata lied to him. She set this up. Twisted it. Trapped him in half-trut

127

ELIJAH I stood before the elevator longer than I meant to. My hand hovered over the button, my chest tight, my head full of things I didn’t know how to say. I kept replaying the moment he collapsed, the sound of his body hitting the floor, the look on his face right before everything went wrong. I didn’t know what version of Andrade I was about to walk into. He could hate me. He probably did. And if he threw me out—if he told me to get lost, told me he never wanted to see me again—I deserve it. I swallowed hard and forced myself to push the button which scanned my fingerprint at the same time. This was Renata’s fault. The thought came sharp and bitter. I would never have touched Sebastián if I had known. Never. Not once. Renata had lied like she always did, twisted things until they looked harmless, until they felt justified. And I had fallen for it. I had let myself be used, over and over again. But I can't blame her completely. I shouldn't have been so stupid. I should

128

ELIJAH I woke up with my neck stiff and my mouth dry. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. The chair dug into my back, my legs numb from staying still too long. Then I looked up. The bed was empty. My heart dropped so hard my chest hurt. “No,” I whispered, standing up too fast. The room spun. “No, no, no.” I rushed to the bed, my hands gripping the sheets like that would bring him back. They were cold. Untouched. No Andrade. “Andrade?” I called out, my voice cracking. Nothing. Where the fuck is he!? Panic slammed into me all at once. Where the hell was he? Did something happen? Did his condition get worse? Did they take him into surgery without telling me? Why wasn’t Marisol here? Why wasn’t anyone here? My chest tightened until it hurt to breathe. “Oh God,” I muttered, grabbing my phone with shaking hands. “Please.” I went to dial Marisol, my thumb barely cooperating, when the screen lit up with notifications. Too many notifications. My phone buzzed again. And ag

129

ELIJAH I walked into Renata’s mansion like I was walking into hell. The place hadn’t changed. Same marble floors, same suffocating quiet, same smell of expensive perfume and power. But this time, it felt different. This time, it felt like a trap I had willingly crawled into and stayed in for far too long. Every step echoed, loud in my head, like the house itself was reminding me of every lie I had swallowed here. I clenched my fists as I moved forward. “Renata!” I shouted, my voice bouncing off the walls. “Renata!” My chest was tight. My heart was racing. Camila's face wouldn’t leave my mind— the way she had looked at me when I brought her here, trusting me. God, what have I done? I had told her she’d be safe. I had sworn to her that Renata would help. I didn't keep that promise. And now, she has teamed up with the enemy. What was I thinking!? The elevator dinged softly behind me. I turned just as the doors slid open, and Renata stepped out like she was walking onto a

130

ELIJAH I drove back to the hospital like I was running from a fire I had already started. My hands were tight on the steering wheel, knuckles white, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth hurt. The road blurred in front of me, but my mind was worse. Camila. Renata. Sebastián. Andrade. Blood. Threats. Trades. I had tried to fix things, and instead I had torn everything open wider. How the hell was I supposed to solve this? By the time I parked, my chest was burning. I didn’t even remember getting out of the car. I was already walking, almost running, down the familiar sterile hallway. The smell of disinfectant hit me like a wall. It made my stomach turn. I pushed open Andrade’s door without knocking. He was awake. Propped up slightly in the hospital bed, wires still attached to his chest, monitors beeping softly beside him. His eyes lifted the moment he saw me. Sharp. Searching. “Did you find her?” he asked. That one sentence almost broke me. I swallowed hard and shook my head.

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