Valentina pursed her lips.
“Mom is about to announce my engagement.”
The silence fell like a stone.
“And you?”
“To Nicolás Beltrán.”
Alejandro knew that last name. Javier Beltrán, Nicolás’s father, was a powerful investor, involved in construction, politics, and shady favors. Alexander had refused to forge a deeper alliance with him before traveling.
Apparently, Renata didn’t.
“She’s twenty-three,” said Alejandro.
“Mom said it was symbolic,” Valentina whispered. “This is how the Beltrán family would protect my future. But my actions are also in the newspapers.”
Alejandro stood up.
For the first time, his wealth felt like a gun pointed at his daughter.
He called Héctor, his head of security, but not the house team. Then he called Sara Villalobos, his trusted lawyer.
“Sara, I need you to come right now. My wife is trying to take away my daughter’s trust and send her to a clinic tonight.”
Sara’s voice changed immediately.
“Don’t let anyone leave with any papers.”
Alejandro hangs up.
He picked up the flattened roses from the ground and looked at Valentina.
“You won’t sign anything. You won’t marry anyone. And no one will ever call you crazy again for refusing to be sold.”
A round of applause erupted below.
Valentina turned white.
“It’s already started.”
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