The idea seemed obvious to him.
A young woman with nothing… working inside a millionaire’s mansion.
The conclusion formed quickly in his mind.
Sofia must be manipulating him.
A gold digger trying to climb her way into their fortune.
To him, her face—which had seemed so innocent only hours earlier—now looked like a disguise.
A carefully crafted trap.
He couldn’t allow it.
Rodrigo was his only heir. His legacy.
His future could not be jeopardized by… an affair like this.
Alejandro sank into his leather armchair, the glass still in his hand, his eyes fixed on the darkness.
The whiskey burned down his throat, but it did nothing to ease the tension inside him.
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