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2025-01-01 16:16:04Cold sweat soaked my sheets as I jerked awake. The room spun violently, Valentina's memories crashing through my mind like shattered glass.
"No, please, not again—" The screech of tires echoed in my ears, phantom rubber burning my nostrils. I stumbled to the bathroom, gripping the marble counter. The mirror betrayed me—Valentina's face flickered over mine, her steel-gray eyes accusatory. "Get out of my head!" My whisper turned to a sob. A child's laughter echoed down the hall. The twins. I forced myself upright, splashing cold water on my face. They needed their mother—whatever version of her I was now. The nursery door creaked open. Elena stood frozen, staring at the twins. Both children pointed at the darkened corner, perfectly still. "Tía Val says hello," they said in perfect unison. Elena's crucifix rattled against her chest as she crossed herself. "I need to make a call—" "No." My voice cracked like a whip. "You don't need to do anything." She fled, phone already in hand. The shadows in the corner seemed to pulse. "Mamá," Sofia whispered, "the lady in the corner misses you." Luna nodded solemnly. "She wants to help." My hand trembled as I reached for them. "What lady, mi amor?" "The one who was here before," Luna said. "The one who looks like you used to." Ice slid down my spine. "Go back to sleep, mis ángeles. Mamá needs coffee." The kitchen staff scattered as I entered, whispers trailing in their wake. "—not right since the accident—" "—Elena says she talks to herself—" "—Señor Adrian's mother should know—" The coffee cup shattered in my grip as Valentina's memory slammed into me. A paternity test, hidden in her desk. The truth about Adrian's parentage burning through her mind like poison. "Isabella." Nicolas's voice behind me sent electricity down my spine. I spun, blood dripping from my cut palm. "The roses need pruning," I blurted, desperate to escape. He followed me to the garden, watching as I attacked the thorny stems. Blood stained the white petals crimson. "Stop." His hand caught my shoulder. The world exploded into memory—Valentina in this same garden, meeting a shadowed figure. Nicolas gasped, his grip tightening. The vision consumed us both. "You saw it too." My voice shook. "Impossible." But his eyes held mine, filled with desperate questions. "Nicolas—" "Don't." He released me like I'd burned him. "Whatever this is... we can't." The library door creaked as I passed. Elena's voice drifted out. "—just organizing, searching for—" Papers rustled. "—evidence of the affair..." I pushed the door open. Elena jumped, Valentina's old letters scattered across the desk. "Organizing?" My smile felt like broken glass. The temperature plummeted. Books flew from shelves as Valentina's rage pulsed through me. Elena's scream echoed off the walls. Dinner with Adrian was agony. His study suffocated me—Valentina's photo watched from the wall, slightly askew. The safe behind it called to me like a whisper. His phone buzzed again. Unlisted number. Copper flooded my mouth—Valentina's last taste of life. "Business never sleeps," he said smoothly. "Neither do secrets." His eyes narrowed. "Careful, querida. Some secrets are better left buried." Dr. Ruiz waited in the shadows of the parking garage, envelope clutched to her chest. "The autopsy photos." Her voice trembled. "They'll kill me if they know—" "They won't know." The photos told their story: brake lines cleanly cut, defensive wounds on Valentina's hands, her missing jewelry. Murder, not accident. The basement archive called to me at midnight. Valentina's journal lay hidden behind loose bricks, its pages coded in her elegant hand. Each touch flooded me with her emotions—fear, determination, betrayal. DNA tests. A clinic in Guadalajara. The truth about Adrian's birth mother. Elena bent over the twins' cribs at 2 AM, holy water dripping from her fingers. "Test them," she whispered. "Show me what power flows in their blood." The twins screamed in harmony as the water touched their skin. I lunged forward, but Nicolas caught me in the doorway. "Wait." His breath ghosted my neck. "Watch." Elena's ritual revealed her true purpose—testing for supernatural sensitivity. The same power that let Valentina see the truth. The same power flowing through my borrowed veins. "We need to talk." Nicolas pulled me toward the courtyard. Gravel crunched under Adrian's tires. We froze as he escorted a woman into his study—the private investigator his mother hired to watch me. The security room was my last stop. One guard, easily convinced to take his break early. The footage from Valentina's accident played in grainy black and white. A figure bent over her car, Elena's pendant swinging in the reflection. Dawn painted the bedroom walls blood-red as I pieced it together. Autopsy photos. Journal pages. The paternity test that sealed Valentina's fate. Valentina's face in the mirror was crystal clear now. She pointed to my calendar—my C-section scheduled one week away. Her voice echoed in my mind: "Save them all."Related chapters
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