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Ximena stepped off the small jet into the warm air of Monterrey. The coordinates from Camila’s final letter had led her here—far from the city, far from the spotlight.She wasn’t sure what she would find.The car waiting for her took her through quiet streets until they stopped in front of a modest, older building. A brass plaque read:**Gutiérrez & Morales – Legal Advisors.**Inside, an elderly receptionist looked up and gave her a small smile.“Miss Antonio?” the woman asked.Ximena nodded, her heart pounding.The woman pulled open a drawer and handed over a small, rusted key and a sealed white envelope. It was marked in neat handwriting:**For X.A. only.**Ximena took it with both hands.A few minutes later, inside a private room in the back of the law firm, a safety deposit box was slid onto the table in front of her.She used the key. It clicked open with a soft snap.Inside, wrapped in a velvet cloth, were several items.A folder filled with old legal documents.A small, leather
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The envelope lay on Ximena’s desk like a loaded weapon.Its golden seal shimmered beneath the morning light seeping through her office windows. She hadn’t touched her coffee. She hadn’t moved since her assistant set the envelope down thirty minutes ago.She stared at it, letting the weight of it press into her chest.Finally, she peeled it open with a letter opener and unfolded the contents.The letterhead bore the official crest of Antonio Enterprises’ legal board.**SUBJECT: Special Hearing Regarding Claim to Antonio Group Shares – Petitioner: Isabela Reyes.****Claim basis: Direct biological lineage to the late Camila Antonio and documentation of a previously undisclosed will.**Ximena’s pulse picked up speed.She barely heard the knock before Rafael entered the office.“Did you get it?” he asked. His voice was low, guarded.Ximena nodded once, her expression unreadable. She handed him the letter without a word.Rafael scanned the document, then exhaled sharply. “They’re actually d
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Ximena stormed into the penthouse without knocking.Her heels echoed against the marble floor, but she barely noticed. Rage coursed through her like fire, hot and sharp, rising higher with every step.She found her mother seated by the window, calm and poised, a glass of white wine in hand.“You left me for a man,” Ximena said, her voice trembling from emotion. “And now you’ve come back… for another daughter?”Her mother didn’t flinch.She took a slow sip from her glass before setting it down delicately.“I left,” she said, “because your father made me choose between my dignity and his control. Camila’s death was my wake-up call. Isabela was… a second chance.”Ximena’s jaw clenched. “You’re saying you left me behind because you lost Camila?”“No,” her mother replied softly, almost with a touch of amusement. “I left you because you were always too much like your father.”There was silence.Thick. Unbearable.Ximena’s hands balled into fists.“You didn’t leave because of pain,” she whis
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The envelope was heavy. Elegant.Ximena turned it over in her hands, her fingers brushing the black matte finish and gold detailing. Her name was handwritten in calligraphy across the front. She recognized the seal pressed into the wax immediately.**LC.** Leandro Cruz.She sighed.“Another game,” she muttered.She opened it anyway.Inside was an invitation to a prestigious art auction—an elite fundraiser known for attracting Mexico’s most powerful families, politicians, and international investors. The venue was a modern rooftop gallery overlooking the city skyline.Tucked into the envelope was a post-it note. Simple. Almost playful.**You might want to look at piece #37. It’s… sentimental. —L**Ximena rolled her eyes.Leandro always played with baited hooks. But curiosity had a cruel way of winning, even when pride tried to resist.Lisa, who had entered with a schedule update, raised an eyebrow when she spotted the envelope.“Don’t tell me he’s sending you wax-sealed invitations now
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The elevator opened with a soft chime, but the moment Ximena stepped onto her private penthouse floor, her body tensed.Something was off.Too quiet.Too still.Her fingers hovered over her clutch as she stepped slowly down the hallway. The faintest hum of the central AC buzzed in the silence, but nothing else moved.Then she saw the light spilling from the living room.She hadn’t left any lights on.Her heels clicked once. Twice.She turned the corner.And there he was.Miguel.Standing by her window like he belonged there. Like time hadn’t passed. Like hearts hadn’t been broken between then and now.He held the painting in his hands—the one from Paris. The one he once commissioned of her. She hadn’t even hung it. It had leaned against the wall since the day it arrived, untouched, unopened, unwanted.Now it was exposed under soft lamplight, and he was staring at it like it still meant something.He didn’t look up when she entered.“You bypassed my elevator security,” she said coolly,
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Ximena sat at her desk, phone in hand, Miguel’s message glowing on the screen like it had for the past twelve hours. *Tell me how to fix this. Or tell me how to forget you. I can’t do both.*Her fingers hovered over the screen. She could feel the weight of the words. The honesty. The quiet desperation.But still—she didn’t reply.And she didn’t delete it either.That silence was its own message.The painting from the auction leaned against the far wall of her office, half-shrouded in its linen cover. She hadn’t asked anyone to hang it. She hadn’t moved it. But it stayed like a ghost refusing to leave.Sometimes, when she wasn’t thinking, she found herself glancing at it.Remembering.Paris.Laughter.A version of her that didn’t need to build empires to feel worthy. She kind of wondered how she managed to keep loving a man who was obviously in love with her step-sister all through their three years of marriage.A knock pulled her back to the present.Rafael entered, holding a tablet.
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