The dimple in his cheek.
And then a memory struck like lightning upon his weary mind.
Years ago, amid corporate meetings and toasts, there was a brief romance at a company event.
A discreet, kind, quiet woman who smiled without asking for anything.
Maria.
Sebastian’s heart thundered inside his chest, as if his body knew the truth before his mind.
He hired a private investigator he trusted, Hector Lupa, and gave him a single order: find Maria, without notifying anyone.
In twenty-four hours, everything fell apart.
Maria hadn’t been fired, she had been erased from the company’s records the same day Lucas was taken away.
Even worse, Elea made regular payments to a private psychiatric center called San Aurelio Retreat, notorious for hiding “inconvenient” people.
The final blow came quickly, mercilessly, like a truth that asks no permission.
The DNA confirmed it.
Alma was his daughter.
And his son had been getting lost in the world while he slept between silk sheets.
The rage that consumed him was cold and focused, like a knife that does not tremble.
His mother had destroyed lives to protect her public image before the company went public, sacrificing blood for profit.
And then came the confirmation from Alma’s mouth, when Elea’s head of security, Morales, appeared with rehearsed excuses.
Upon seeing him, Alma screamed in terror, backing away as if the air had turned to poison.
“That man!” she shrieked. “He took my mother! He was with the fake doctors!”
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