From that night on, something dangerous began.Family
Not because you were doing anything wrong, but because in that mansion, hope itself was treated like disobedience. The De la Vega family had accepted Alejandro as broken, hidden, and silent. The problem was that you had seen his knee move.
The next morning, you could not stop thinking about it while polishing the staircase. Your hands moved over the gold railings, but your mind stayed on the third floor, on the cold room, on Alejandro’s bitter voice saying he was a burden.
No photo description available.You had grown up poor, but you knew one thing rich people sometimes forgot: when someone still feels pain, they are still alive enough to fight.
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