His daughter begged him, trembling: “Please, don’t hurt us.” The millionaire came home without warning—and what he found made his blood run cold… Justice came swiftly.

Standing before them, rigid and cold, was Verónica. She wore a fitted red dress, flawless makeup, and held a glass of wine. The face Samuel once saw framed by charming smiles was now twisted with anger and disdain.

“Be quiet already!” Verónica snapped, her voice sharp as a lash. “I’ve told you a thousand times not to disturb me while I’m resting! If that brat doesn’t stop crying, I swear I’ll make you sleep outside in the rain!”

“He’s hungry…” Emilia whispered, shaking, clutching the baby tighter. “He’s just hungry, Mama Veronica, please…”

“Don’t call me Mom!” she shouted, stepping toward them threateningly.

“ENOUGH!”

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Samuel’s roar thundered against the stone walls. Verónica flinched, nearly spilling her wine. She spun around, pale, and when she saw him in the doorway, her expression s