Chapter 2: The Digital Blade
Paulina’s smile from the second-floor balcony sent a cold shiver straight down Marisol’s spine.
The screen of Paulina’s phone glowed faintly in the dim morning light, the recording indicator blinking like a tiny, malevolent eye.
She had captured the entire confession.
She had heard Diego admit to his paternity, and she had heard Marisol expose the darkest secrets of the Villaseñor family dynasty.
“Did you really think you could keep this a secret under my roof?” Paulina’s voice dripped with aristocratic disdain as she glided back toward her suite.
Diego’s jaw tightened until the muscles ached.
Without a word to Marisol, he turned on his heel and bolted up the stairs three at a time, moving with the terrifying speed of a cornered predator.
“Diego, wait!” Marisol cried out, tightening her grip on little Valentina, whose wide eyes darted between her mother and the towering man above.
Diego ignored her plea, his long strides eating up the distance to the landing before Paulina could even reach the heavy double doors of her room.
He lunged forward, his large hand gripping her wrist with bone-crushing force just as she raised the phone to her ear.
“Give me the phone, Paulina,” Diego ordered, his voice dangerously low.
Paulina gasped, dropping her coffee cup as it shattered against the hardwood floor, hot liquid splashing across her designer slippers.
“Let go of me, Diego! You’re hurting me!” she shrieked, though her eyes flashed with defiant triumph.
“Delete that video right now, or I swear to God you will leave this house with nothing but the clothes on your back.”
Paulina tilted her chin up defiantly, refusing to yield despite the raw power radiating from the man she thought she had trapped in marriage.
“Too late, my love,” she whispered, a cruel smirk playing on her lips.
“It’s already uploading to the press server of every major tabloid network in Mexico City.”
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Diego froze, the color draining entirely from his face.
Down in the foyer, Marisol’s phone suddenly buzzed violently in her apron pocket, followed immediately by three more consecutive chimes.
