After the interrogation, Marco got deported back to Santora—no formal charges, no real consequences. But he refused to accept it.He pulled every string he could, desperate for a way back, but Lorenzo shut it down the second he caught wind of it. Aurora was done with him. No forgiveness, no second chances.Marco swore he wouldn't give up, but it didn't matter. As long as Aurora stayed out of Santora, she was untouchable. And Lorenzo? He made sure Marco cut ties for good.With no way out, Marco threw himself into work, grinding himself into exhaustion. Days blurred into nights at the company—no sleep, barely eating. His sharp, polished look? Gone. He was a ghost of himself.Camila panicked, begging him to go out, see friends, do something before he worked himself into the ground.He gave in. Went to a bar. But instead of unwinding, he just sat in the corner, knocking back drink after drink. The expensive liquor? Might as well have been water.Marco's friends stared, stunned.Marc
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