However, the only thing he had given Santiago was absolute control of the same fortune he inherited from his deceased father, a legendary “magnate” who built his empire from his early days in Monterey before expanding throughout the country.
Many years had passed since they had met at a beautiful gala in Poland, and during all that time, Santiago had observed his wife’s every step with meticulous attention. The deeper their relationship became, the more convinced he was that Valeria’s strength was the ticket to the life of power he had always desired. And so, between kisses in the dark and whispered promises, he began to plot his plan: to eliminate Valeria and assume, without obstacles, the role of heir.
“Valeria, I have something very special prepared for you,” said Santiago, his voice almost drowned out by the roar of the blades. His words sounded sweet, but his gaze was colder than the glass of the cabin.
Valeria suspected nothing was amiss. She smiled and leaned back in her seat, contemplating the vast blue expanse of the sea and the sunlit reefs. She was already in her second trimester of pregnancy, her body heavy and exhausted from work. This flight was like a respite, a brief escape from meetings, figures, and people who always wanted “just a signature.”
When Santiago flew the helicopter away from the crowded areas and headed towards a more isolated sector over the sea, he took a deep breath, as if he had just made a long-considered decision. Then he said with apparent calm:
—Come a little closer to the door… so you can see better, love.
