“No… you lied to me,” she replied, her voice shaking but firm, fueled by the truth she could no longer ignore or deny, no matter the consequences.
Daniel’s gaze hardened instantly, a flicker of something dangerous appearing in his eyes as he took a slow step forward into the room.
“You don’t understand what you’re talking about,” he said quietly, but there was tension beneath his calm tone, something controlled, something deeply unsettling.
Lucía lifted the notebook with trembling hands and held it up, her eyes locked onto his, refusing to look away even as fear crept into her chest.
“Fire… brother… and this mark,” she said, her voice rising slightly, “He is my father, isn’t he… and your family destroyed mine.”
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Daniel did not deny it.
And in that silence, Lucía realized the most terrifying truth of all.
Everything had been planned.
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